[You must remember those who silently hold you tight in the darkness, those who make you laugh, those who stay up all night chatting with you, those who travel by car to visit you, those who wander around with you, those who say they miss you.]
[—It is these people who form every bit of warmth in your life, it is this warmth that keeps the gloom at bay,]
[It is this warmth that makes you a kind person.]
[—(Haruki Murakami)]
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"Su Ming'an." She suddenly smiled faintly.
She stood just beneath the canopy's barrier, appearing blurry and ethereal. A white halo of light rained down, filtering through the smoke like a veil draped over a frameless painting.
"—My memory was so chaotic, I almost broke down outside the Black Wall during the apocalypse, thinking there was no way out," she said. "Thank you for helping me hold on until now, for remembering these things, for achieving this ninety-ninth victory."