Let's Laugh at This Beautiful Day

——If I have the same power as angels and demons, maybe I won't be so passive?

Ordinary people can't do anything after all. Facing the end of life, they don't even have the strength to struggle. They can only close their eyes tightly and feel the despair getting closer and closer to the ground.

(Yes... no matter how great the emotion of love is, and no matter how touching the emotion of devotion, it is still not as important as the power to control one's own life.)

Clenching his fists tightly, He Quanming inexplicably felt a kind of unwillingness, and the desire for strength rose faintly in his heart.

But then, he loosened his fist slowly, and after sighing, he showed a helpless smile.

(But, even so...)

Opening his hands, as if embracing the world, he opened his eyes and looked straight at the starless night sky.

(Even so, rather than strength, I want to spend a beautiful day full of love and laughter with them...)

It was the chant of ordinary people, and only one person could hear the end.

That's enough.

Because until the end, he never gave up his love for them.

Every minute and every second, we are living for love and fighting for smiles.

Never stop.

Izumi is proud of himself.

In his life, he perfectly implemented his beliefs.

Therefore, even when the gravity pulled him hard to the concrete floor, his internal organs and limbs wailed like mourning, and he could almost feel the hard and rough touch, he still smiled.

Laughing a lot, as always.

What flashed before his eyes was the happy time spent with everyone, and the marquee of his short life.

Izumi Soya, Izumi Sagiri, Satania, Gabriel, Tsukiki Takara, Kato Megumi, Vinette, Rafael, Xiaotoriyou Feiyan, Xiaotoriyou Feiyan, store manager...

So many people, so many memories, so many warmth.

A sore nose, a drop of tears from the corner of the eye, disappeared in the cold wind.

The smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter.

(Regardless of whether I can be resurrected... whether I can see everyone again... whether this story can continue...)

"I am very satisfied."

The fleeting sound was like teardrops falling to the ground.

Not to Gabriel, nor to himself, just because he wanted to talk, so He Quanming spoke, softly as if singing.

"Being able to meet you..."

"To be able to fall in love with you..."

"It's great to be born again here."

At the last moment, he twisted the corners of his mouth, and the smile remained unchanged.

"My life... has no regrets!"

(thanks……)

(thank you so much……)

(Goodbye...May the wonderful world where everyone can laugh and laugh come.)

He Quanming gently closed his eyes.

(In the end... I still hope it doesn't hurt too much.)

After all, besides being afraid of heights, he is also afraid of pain.

next moment.

--boom!

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground resounded through the city under the night sky.

第220七章 恭喜复活

dark……

The bottomless darkness...

Not only the eyes, but also the consciousness is completely surrounded by darkness, thinking is close to a halt, the body is nothingness, and I can't feel anything.

If living is walking towards the light, then dying...is falling into darkness.

Is this... the feeling of death?

He Quanming didn't know, because logically speaking, a dead person can't think unless he is not dead yet.

There are two theories that he is not dead yet. One is that he was saved by Gabriel at the moment before death, and the other is that he is indeed dead and is now in the state of a soul.

But he had only experienced the state of the soul not long ago, and it shouldn't be like now, surrounded by the indifferent pitch-darkness that makes people tremble, and he can't do anything except slow thinking.

So... is it really dead?