For That Lucky Devil

Ye Shuang's shoulders trembled, his tears pattering and blooming on the floor. At this moment, his fragile appearance was perhaps something he would only truly show in front of his parents.

In front of his parents, he would always be a child. He didn't need to pretend to be strong or mature, because in front of the people closest to him, he didn't need any disguise.

Ye Shuang confessed his mistakes over and over again, until the next second—he was gently embraced by his mother.

The warm embrace made Ye Shuang slowly open his eyes. Before him were Ye's Mother with a smile on her face and Ye's Father looking full of emotion. Ye Shuang spoke hoarsely, "I'm sorry."

I'm sorry.

A choked utterance revealed the remorse that had been eating away at Ye Shuang day and night.

"I think our future selves definitely wouldn't blame you either. How could this be your fault?" Ye's Mother stroked Ye Shuang's head and comforted him, "Silly boy, don't take all the blame on yourself."

"Mom thinks you're great. My son is a very affectionate person, what's it called... a simp? Even though I don't know why this word exists more than ten years later, if your dad wasn't that affectionate back then, he wouldn't have been able to woo me, hmph."

"That's right, look on the bright side. It's just a car accident. What if we transmigrated to another world? Maybe I could even win a Holy Grail War and come back." Beside them, Ye's Father also looked optimistic and said, "If you have to be blamed for this, then the blame should go to us for giving birth to you, or to us for getting married in the first place."

"As long as you live well and pull yourself together, we will be happy even in heaven."

Ye Shuang was hugged by his parents. He lowered his head at this moment, like a child who had made a mistake. The sound of their voices seemed to continuously heal his heart. He reached out and hugged them both, burying his head in their embrace.

"Tick." A familiar sound made Ye Shuang look up.

He also noticed the white clock at this moment. When he saw the time, his breath suddenly hitched.

No...

Why?

Wait?! Why did the time that had been stopped start moving again?

Ye Shuang had thought that it was impossible for him to stay in this timeline forever, but he didn't expect this moment to come so suddenly and hastily.

"Give me a little more time."

The clock quietly reached its final moment, and Ye Shuang's expression became panicked. "Wait, I still have so much to say!"

"Are you... leaving?" After noticing Ye Shuang's panicked appearance, Ye's Father and Ye's Mother seemed to understand something. The two looked at each other.

"I..." Ye Shuang looked helpless, not knowing how to explain.

Time was clearly running out, so why couldn't he say anything?

Ye's Mother gently touched Ye Shuang's head. "It's okay, don't rush. There must be people who are very important to you over there too, so go back."

Then Ye's Mother also felt a bit emotional. "Thinking that you will become so mature in the future and be able to take good care of yourself, we can rest assured..."

"Remember, as your parents, we will never blame you... You are truly wonderful."

"Although it's a bit of a pity that the us over there couldn't see your wedding, Shuangzai... but there is still a chance on our side..."

His mother smiled, but the sound Ye Shuang heard was gradually engulfed by a ringing noise. He stared blankly at the two people in front of him, and his vision was gradually covered by white, as if a layer of white mist had obscured his sight.

Don't...

Ye Shuang reached out his hand forcefully, but it seemed he couldn't grasp anything, and the scene before him continuously pulled away.

And at the very last moment, although his ears were filled with ringing, Ye Shuang read the words spoken in his parents' smiles—

We will always love you, baby.

...

Buzz—

...

"Drip, drop, drip."

It was raining in the cemetery, and the falling raindrops seemed to carry a hint of chill.

The parents who were originally smiling in front of him turned into cold photos on the tombstone. The faint, earthy smell of mud mixed with rainwater reached his nose. Ye Shuang silently looked at everything in front of him. He opened his mouth, then weakly lowered his arm.

Rainwater streaked across his face, indistinguishable from tears, and dripped onto the ground.

"Ye, are you, are you okay?" Beside him, Chen Qin immediately held up an umbrella for Ye Shuang, while Bai Yuyou stood on the other side, looking at Ye Shuang curiously.

"Are you okay? Ye Shuang."

Just now, Ye Shuang's body seemed to stiffen for a moment, and then he didn't react for several seconds. His whole person was like he had entered a trance; no matter how they called him, there was no response.

Chen Qin looked at Ye Shuang with some worry at this moment. Could it be that he was overly heartbroken from seeing his parents' photos?

"..." Ye Shuang slowly turned his head. Seeing the two worried girls, he said softly,

"I'm fine, let's go back."

"There's nothing we can do with such heavy rain, let's go." Seeing that Ye Shuang seemed to be fine, Chen Qin felt a little more at ease and said,

"We can come back next time, on a day with better weather."

The rain continued to fall, drops landing on the flowers in front of the tombstone. The grey cemetery seemed less lifeless because of this touch of bright color. The photos of the two on the tombstone seemed to silently watch over Ye Shuang and the others as they walked away.

The three squeezed under the umbrella and returned to the car. The rain beat against the car, making it a bit noisy even with the windows rolled up.

Because it was winter, Ye Shuang turned the heater in the car up a little higher. Now they had no choice but to go home early and change clothes.

The rain had soaked their clothes, and the two girls' garments clung to their skin, faintly revealing the colors underneath. However, at this moment, Ye Shuang held the steering wheel and looked ahead. It wasn't until the moment he gripped the steering wheel and pondered slightly that he felt he had truly returned.

In that timeline, everything felt like a dream.

Fu Yao didn't accidentally fall from the building, Yuyou wasn't abducted by Bai Laoqi and his wife and locked in an attic for eight years, his parents were still alive, and he wouldn't even have met Zhao Mengyao. Perhaps this was the best outcome, right?

[Are you willing to stay in that world forever?]

A faint window suddenly appeared before his eyes. Ye Shuang froze for a moment, his gaze falling upon it. This rare sight couldn't help but leave him in a daze.

What did this mean? Could he still go back?

Ye Shuang: "..."

He slowly withdrew his gaze and smiled faintly, "Let's leave such a beautiful world to that lucky devil."

The window rippled slightly and then slowly faded away.

The dead have passed on; the living must live on.

Just treat it as a dream.

"What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Burgers," Yuyou replied.

"Is McDonald's okay? The Happy Meal comes with a Pikachu."

"Okay."