His world almost only contained himself and Huohua; how could he still be questioning it?

Anya also gave a desolate smile, yet it seemed as if a bit of strength had returned, her eyes originally somewhat unfocused, regained their determined look.

Desire Tower.

The girl who also longed for redemption now stood at the brink of self-destruction.

It was September, and the weather was actually not that cold yet. But perhaps it was due to the height of the rooftop, or perhaps those cold winds always stirred past memories.

Her father's grim visage, her mother's complaints, the mockery from classmates, and the hair scattered in the bathroom, cut by her own hand... and the bruised face in the mirror.

She felt truly cold.

Cold to the point where one thought that melding flesh and bone into the soil and dust might be the only way to find warmth beyond the human realm.

When a person commits suicide, the brain actually becomes aware that life is about to end.

Hence, at that moment, all hormones capable of instigating fear are secreted, all survival instincts are released, prompting people to reminisce all beautiful moments of life, and presenting some form of possibility.

But Anya was really exhausted.

Would that possibility truly exist?

This wasn't her first time standing here.

She had opened her arms before, as if about to fall, but always told herself life wouldn't always be this way; life would eventually have something good, right?

But what followed were her father's escalated aggression, the surrounding people's ridicule of her scars.

Life was always thus. It wouldn't change just because she had grown up.

Thinking this, she once again spread her arms.

But then, all of a sudden, a voice came:

"Anya! Anya!"

The boy's shout shattered the cold, like a beam of light piercing through a place shrouded in countless dusty shadows.

Anya paused and couldn't believe her eyes, turning back to glance, just a glance... Her tears suddenly became uncontrollable.

She saw a frightened boy sprinting towards her, panting heavily, his face filled with dread.

Anya cried, feeling like she was really useless, having resolved to leave this world. Clearly, there was also some resentment within her, wondering why Charlie wouldn't hug her one last time.

But upon hearing Charlie's voice, upon hearing him call her name, she suddenly feared death.

Suddenly, all the cold seemed bearable.

She had seen that panic on many faces, the fear of losing something.

But not once had those expressions belonged to her, as if no one in the world was anticipating her.

But at this moment, she found that the world wasn't as dismissive of her.

This world did indeed fear her departure, feared to the point of streaming tears, feared to the point of running with all his might.

In Deceit Tower, Anya finally ran out of strength and suddenly burst into tears.

In Desire Tower, Charlie finally saw Anya and suddenly burst into tears as well.

Countless dusty arms scratched Anya's skin; when the final strength dissipated, she suddenly was neither scared nor fearful.

She willingly merged into the dust. If this was destiny, then at least... she wanted to embrace Charlie.

"At least in this moment, I can understand your pain, Charlie."

In Desire Tower, Wen Xishu saw the crying child, finally easing all his panic.

Parents' disappointment, peers' ridicule, teachers' blame, all seemed to become insignificant.

Charlie and Anya began to run towards each other.

At this moment, Deceit Tower and Desire Tower seemed to blend.

For the first time Wen Xishu experienced such a scene, he felt as though the two worlds had found some resonance.

In the tunnel filled with dust, Anya, battered with scars, after being swallowed by the dust, suddenly shouted loudly:

"Charlie! I am Anya, I have come to embrace you!"

The hoarse shout sounded like it pierced through an entire world, and on the same dust-filled rooftop, the crying boy finally responded:

"Anya! I am Charlie, I have come to embrace you!"

The young boy and girl finally embraced tightly, as if two drowning people grabbed hold of a plank. Like two beams of light merging together.

In the tunnel, countless dusty arms suddenly dissipated.

And in Desire Tower, a city shrouded in gloom miraculously saw a beam of light descend from the sky, shining on the dilapidated rooftop.

Wen Xishu, watching all this from afar, smiled silently. He was genuinely happy. He knew everything changed from this embrace.

In fact, Wen Xishu had seen these scenes countless times...

Jack and Jennifer, An Family Brothers, Xiaoxing Xiaotong... Among those he saved, there truly were many such twin souls.

But each time, he still felt deeply moved.

This kind of emotion made him feel like he wasn't so malevolent.

"I really, can never get tired of such stories."