Collapse, I Will Take You to Fight!

Then, because the two fought for too long, when Sirin almost thought that there were only the two of them here, a young man in a white windbreaker appeared behind the bloody Qiyana and hugged her from behind.

"Enough is enough."

"You did well, very well.

"Awesome, really powerful."

"Okay, Kiyana..."

Zeke said sentence by sentence, in his low voice, there was a gentleness as warm as three springs.

He rarely showed such emotion, but in Kiana's view, when Fanzick was willing to show tenderness, no one could resist, at least she was absolutely irresistible.

"I... I'm a little bit, a little bit..."

Kiyana leaned against Zeke's arms and stretched out her hand in the direction of Sirin, as if she hadn't given up yet - Sirin couldn't help but climbed two more steps.

"what!!!"

It's almost, it feels like it's just a little bit closer, but why can't she be killed?Kiyana covered her head in pain, crying loudly.

"Ugh--"

Zeke sighed, and gently stroked the top of the girl's hair with one hand.

She couldn't kill Sirin.Unlike Wendy, Mei and the others, in a sense, Sirin is the first consciousness in this body, the main personality, while Kiana is the sub-personality derived from Sirin's subconscious.

It is almost impossible for the sub-personality to kill the main personality, at most it can be suppressed—just like the current Qiyana, driven by various deep emotions, has suppressed Sirin, but it is the limit, and there will be no results if it continues .

The most frightening thing is that if Sirin's consciousness disappears, Kiyana is likely to die with it, but Kiyana's death does not have much impact on Sirin.This is the most difficult problem to solve.

Zeke hugged Qiyana, and switched the chaotic world in front of him into a familiar office.

Desk, high chair, sunshine outside the window, fine dust under the sun, reddish-brown sofa in front of the window, tea and delicious cakes on the table in front of the sofa.

Whether it was Zeke or Kiyana, this was a scene that was too familiar to them.

"Fu Hua is still outside. There are some things that we can discuss between the two of us, so we won't go out for now...close your eyes."

Zeke explained, putting the little girl on his lap, with one hand on her back and the other holding a wet towel.

Kiyana closed her eyes meekly and raised her head slightly.

Zeke wiped off the messy stains and blood on her face, and patiently cleaned up her messy hair and hideous body.

Soon, the dirty and embarrassed girl returned to her clean and lovely appearance—in the world of consciousness, it only takes one thought to achieve cleanliness, but this is a ritual, which calms down Qiyana's mood.

"Sorry……"

Nestled into Zeke's chest, with her arms around his neck, Kiyana whispered, with the grief that hadn't been expressed in her voice in the past.

Zeke hummed first, and then fed her a mouthful of cake as if nothing had happened.

Kiyana chewed the cake, and sobbed in suppressed crying amidst the imaginary sweetness.

Zeke sighed, hesitated for a long time, stroked her hair and said:

"Why are you apologizing?"

"I'm sorry……"

"How long have you known?"

"A long time... a long time..."

"Why haven't you told me?"

"I'm scared……"

Afraid of being hated, and even more afraid of being resented—cowardly like her, there is no other way but to bury her thoughts in her heart and pretend to be pure optimism and innocence.

It's been a long time.

Every time she thinks about this matter, she will be so scared that she wants to die, and then she desperately wants to stick to Zeke's side and get a short-term peace of mind from him.But the more she craves Zeke's indulgence and love, the more she fears the truth, forming an endless loop.

However, the mask of optimism is indeed powerful, even with Zeke's understanding of her, he couldn't quickly notice the abnormality.

It is a strange thing that two people who know the truth are together every day, but neither of them has revealed it.

"fool."

Zeke patted her on the head lightly, talking about Kiyana as well as himself, maybe if he made it clear earlier, the little girl wouldn't have to bear so much.

"Sorry……"

"No need to apologize."

"Zek's parents..."

"I can't say that it has nothing to do with you. After all, your origin is there. But there is no need to blame you. At that time, you were not born yet. I can't say forgiveness or don't care on behalf of anyone, but I don't blame you for my own words. over you."

Zeke said sincerely.

And Kiyana raised her head, stroked Zeke's face, and said in a timid voice:

"I'm scared...of being hated by Zeke. If Zeke doesn't like me, I'm going to die...really die..."

"Don't take your life so cheaply."

"……I did not lie."

Zeke grabbed the soft and boneless little hand and squeezed it, it was a delicate and warm touch.

However, it is not lying that makes people headache.

She is too dependent on herself—Zeke is a little relieved and satisfied, but also a little disapproving. If this continues, won't she never be independent one day?

"I don't want to be independent. I don't know how to live without Zeke. I can live without cake and ice cream, pretty dresses and soft beds, everything, but not without Zeke. Really ..."

Kiyana pursed her lips, earnestly as if she was saying the truth.

It was an undisguised straight shot that caught Zeke a little bewildered.

Chapter 170 Four If

"I want to destroy her. Without her, I can be a pure Qiyana, go to see you, go to talk to you...I hate my life experience more than anyone else."

After a long silence, Kiyana quietly explained her mood and motives for her actions.

She lay on Zeke's chest, listening to the heartbeat that was no different from reality, smelling the smell that was no different from reality, and she no longer concealed all her thoughts.

At this moment, she just wants to take out all the things in her heart and show Zeke clearly, so that he can understand her dependence, attachment, and all her moods.

Wanted Zeke to know, wanted Zeke to look at her, all the time, and only at her.

"It's okay, never hate yourself... Do you still remember, you hugged me that night and gave me the most precious warmth, so I survived. I don't know any Herrscher of the Sky, and I haven't seen that The so-called real Qiyana, the only one I know is you. You are my pride."

Said Zeke, pressing his lips against her forehead.

He felt Kiyana's mood, and also saw everything Kiyana buried under the mask of optimism, including the careful liking, the secret joy when she clings to him, the depression and entanglement when she is alone, and the deepest love. The regret and resentment and the deep attachment of true love are contradictoryly gathered together - Zeke can't tell his mood at the moment, he just wants to hold her like this, and doesn't want her to have any more unhappiness.

"Thank you, Zeke, thank you..."

Kiyana was crying and smiling, feeling that her life was already complete at this moment.

"In the future, don't hide your thoughts like this anymore, and tell me if you have any questions."

"it is good."

"Don't pay too much attention to your life experience. People who really like you won't blame you for the mistakes you didn't make. They will blame you for it...just stay away from them, they are not important."

"Ah."

"I... Is this a confession?"

"Are you willing to accept it?"

"...I feel like you like girls? Like Vera, like Mei."

"Personality problem! Stupid!"

Gently bumping Zeke's chest, Kiyana blushed with shame.

Zeke blinked dumbly.

"Just talking... I never thought about being in love, let alone talking about it with you."

"Oh...it's okay. I just want to tell you. You can accept it or not, as long as you know it."

"You're a bit like licking a dog."

"Can you talk? What can I do? It's already like this, and I can't change it."

Kiyana hit Zeke's chest with her head again, complained faintly, and pouted her mouth, regaining a little bit of her usual liveliness.

As she said, she likes it to the extreme, and she doesn't care if she gets a response, as long as she can stay by Zeke's side, that's fine.

"I will slowly consider... Herrscher of the Sky, Sirin's matter, continue to maintain your aura, suppress her, and use this to control the power of the Herrscher. I can rest assured that your strength is strong enough."

"Okay, Zeke will do what he says. I'll treat her well, in order to help Zeke."

Qiyana's eyes dimmed for a moment.

Her knot is difficult to say, but it is actually easy to untie it-as long as Zeke expresses his attitude, it is enough.

However, no matter how the mood changes, Kiyana will always remember it—the Herrscher of the Sky killed Zeke's family, causing the young Zeke to be displaced, and the body that was so weak that the wind could blow it over when they first met was no longer a reality. It's Sirin's pot.

Based on this alone, Qiyana will never be able to forgive Sirin.

Zeke patted Kiana on the head.

"Don't think too much. My situation... is rather special. For me, the day I met you was my first day in this world. Everything before that is not my experience."

The matter of the traverser is difficult to explain, especially when it comes to the script of the collapsed world.In the future, when there is a chance and the timing is right, I will slowly sort it out and talk to her.

"Oh……"

Kiyana murmured suspiciously, of course she trusted Zeke, but at this moment it was unavoidable to suspect that it was words of comfort—in short, it was all Sirin’s fault, so it’s good to think so.

The sunlight outside the window became warmer and shone on the two people who embraced each other tightly, as if coated with a layer of gold, as beautiful as a carefully carved picture scroll.

……

Kiyana's consciousness finally fell asleep, but she was still curled up in Zeke's arms with attachment.

And the familiar office turned into a pitch-black starry sky. In front of her, golden chains bound Sirin's limbs and body, hanging her in the void.

"We can have a good talk, but the voice should be quieter. She should not have slept so peacefully for a long time. Don't wake her up."