House Ji may be more prosperous and glamorous than before. But that doesn't mean it's better.
This family, where the household and funeral atmosphere covered by the dark clouds is never lacking...
As Iron stands with strength in the face of hostilities, in the most vulnerable moment of the night, Elena and Rance lend each other a shoulder and fall into agony until they collapse. Sometimes the past, sometimes the future is mentioned, and absence hurts more than ever.
Medicated by her once betraying relatives, Elena can't give way to wishful thinking and hope as before.
The stillborn child has already been miraculously awakened once and will never rise from the grave.
Moreover, there is no longer a grave to be resurrected. It was thrown around the world and became part of the wreckage with destruction.
He saved everyone's life, but not his own.
"Rance, my child doesn't even have a grave..the heavens are unjust and fate is cruel..!"
His shirt is soaked, his eyes are dry from crying. Rance should have consoled his wife, but he couldn't even pull himself together.
Hofan, on the other hand, sat alone on the sofa in a quiet living room and drank until he was drunk.
The provocative question of that rebellious granddaughter still remained in her mind.
"Then you did the boy alone!"
His hard eyes crinkled and he smiled slightly. The glass in his hand did not move for almost an hour.
"How could it be…" his faint voice was tired.
"Lizz, I hope you're taking good care of my granddaughter there"
His memories of his wife are vague and meaningless. Sometimes it's as if no one ever existed. All he knows is that he passed away...But he's not even sure about that...
He quietly placed the glass on the table and closed his eyes with exhaustion.
The first time she saw that rebellious child in the hospital... when she ran away from home and wanted to cut ties, her resolutely calm stance in the face of questioning...
"Oh I'm Getting Older"
"Maybe it's time for me to join you"
There was silence for a while.
"You rebellious brat! It must be my turn obviously first...you got there before me, mischievous..." his voice grew more hoarse and finally a heavy sigh was heard.
Breathing was heavier and harder than usual.
***
The cat pawed and stepped into the house with its slender paws.
The window opened and these drops came in.
A burned and untouched cigarette butt on the side slowly turns into ashes. The room is completely enveloped in fog, creating a mysterious hazy atmosphere.
The wind that came in dispersed the smoke in an instant.
Lying on the bed, the young man had his black bangs scattered across his forehead, making his thin face and sharp jaw lines evident. As the rhythm of rapid weight loss over time, the body is obviously more skinny and slender than before.
The face is warm with the rhythm of warming and fire, cheeks are flushed and cold sweat is running down his forehead.
[Fortunately, the judiciary was eventually disabled]
His soul has been deeply tormented in the past few years. He was on the verge of insanity and suffered enough mental pressure to lose his mind.
This person is clearly Nanren.
After the funeral, he never spoke about it again, nor did he communicate with the Ji family.
The system knew it was an escape from reality.
Nanren was continually being harassed by the Judgment beneath his reckless nature, but only then did he reveal his nature.
And he clearly almost did not believe in the death of a certain person.
It happened so suddenly and suddenly that people were not given time to accept it.
Pain, betrayal and confusion of emotions. The system has already told him many times.
Yun's condition, so that at least Nanren stared silently at the ceiling, stunned.
"She'll be back," he muttered quietly.
Such a person would not die.
He refused to believe it, and even he himself could not predict what would happen when he accepted.
He occupied himself with acting. He was obviously so focused on imitating the lives of others that his memories began to clutter up in a jumbled way.
It wasn't easy.
But time passed slowly.
And that silence weighed more heavily than usual. He is forced to face facts that have been rendered unacceptable.
He finally got stuck in the corner.
This is what it means to be trapped.
His role had literally smashed into his face the reality he was trying to escape. Still, he couldn't avoid admitting it. He couldn't refuse.
Is this a carefully crafted scenario to sum up his deplorable condition?
The character he plays is platonic to an impossible first love just like himself. Deeply brutal, reality and fiction collide as we shoot these scenes, as if the lines pour out their inner voice.
The sounds coming out of his lips are no longer lines in a script when the figure in front of him matches the person in his mind. He whispers his heart.
"I like you. I like you to death. But it hurts. It hurts. It hurts my soul and makes me want to give up"
"It is being dragged from place to place in an inextricable situation"
"Aimlessly, I don't know where I'm going and I can't see"
"Why-"
"Are you that cruel?"
Against me and yourself?
He shook her hand and knelt down. His face was pale. His body was shaking violently.
And another scene...
A funeral.
It looks so much like the shape it was in that day.
Nanren could not lift it and collapsed.
She took a long break when filming ended and she announced that she would not make any deals.
It was as if he was beginning to understand reality deeply now.
Nanren clearly couldn't get over the script and didn't even know how she got home. His attacks silently dragged him into this place, and he walked in and faced the loneliness that he had longed for as a child and hated at the same time.
This scene...
this moment...
Request. Now he should sing the lines.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
The silhouette in front of him is blurred but the lines seem faintly defined… messy white hair, a pale face, purple lips, a stiffened body. The eyes were tightly closed and the corpse lay silently on the ground.
The cold body is held in his arms, his trembling arms gently lay him on the ground. And the card! Next shooting scene. Last scene. The character will slowly stand up. Proceed step by step. Close your eyes, take a deep breath and step up!
[Nanren!]
Long claws dug into his skin tingled and tingled. Eyelashes like crow's feathers trembled, sinister and poisonous green eyes looked down upon the little cat. He didn't even frown, as if he didn't feel his leg bleeding.
He was looking at her as if asking why he was spoiling the filming location and the scene.
The final scene is the character's suicide scene. And clearly blurred memory and insufficient memory caused him to frown with a headache.
His head was spinning and he couldn't comprehend things.
When the body that seemed long and unshakable finally collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness. He determined he had a system fever and considered calling someone to take care of him.
Unfortunately, there was no such familiar in Nanren's circle. Neither friend nor anyone else. He even cut off contact with his family members.
He was eventually blocked by Nanren before he could call anyone.
He had a deep fever that night. He did not go to the hospital and slept in his own bed at home.
The situation got worse as time went on and continued desperately until the system realized that the movement was indistinguishable from suicide and intervened.
The system had no choice but to lie and managed to deceive Nanren with false evidence.
It took no effort for Nanren, whose entire rational thought system had collapsed, to be easily deceived by the System.
And time passed, holding on to a bitter lie, holding on to the truth that was eating away at itself.
Life went on as if no one was really affected on the surface. Time would heal the wound...
And even when the system deceives and comforts everyone with the lie it had to tell one day, when it finally faced its own lies and had a hard time giving up at any moment, he did not think that this lie would come true in an ironic way.
-To be continued-