After leaving the ward, Turing stopped being in a rush.

The world suddenly quieted down, and time became both short and long.

After going through the long ordeal and torment of fate, Turing seemed to suddenly see something through the cracks of time.

The hazy smoke, falling rabbits collecting light.

In the quiet ward, Turing heard many sounds that she had never heard before.

The coughs of patients filled with pain and loss, the faint murmurs of instructions from family members, and the faint sound of dripping water from somewhere unknown.

This world is not as urgent as she imagined, but it is not slow either.

Turing no longer bothered herself with any choices.

She finally understood what her mother told her when she first started school.

Fate is like coffee, and hope is like almonds.

Even with hope, fate will not become less bitter, let alone become sweet.

When tasting tea, whether there is less or more fruit doesn't matter.

In this lifetime, she ultimately came for the coffee.

But it's not as bitter as you think, really.

As long as you have a bite of fruit and a sip of coffee, you can reluctantly swallow it.

That lingering bitterness, although unbearable and difficult, still offers some consolation and fragrance.

As she smacked her lips in confusion, Turing suddenly felt that her senses were intertwined. Her eyes could smell the fragrance, and her ears could taste the sweetness.

Turing walked all the way and realized.

"I'm ready to accept fate."

Silently walking towards the rooftop, Turing opened the gate, which was bathed in the gentle dawn, and entered the peaceful night where Merka and she met.

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On the deep night, the silver stars hung high.

"Turing..."

"You waited long?"

"No, not at all."

On the chilly autumn night, the hospital's white sheets floated on the rooftop.

Turing pushed open the door and collided with the sparkling starlight.

Merka sat on the edge of the rooftop, one hand resting on the ground, gazing towards the depths of the chaotic moonlit night.

It's unclear who spoke first, but it opened the long-sealed love poem.

"It's so magical."

"I don't feel ecstatic at all."

"I just feel so happy, so happy."

Turing took a few quick steps and then slowed down, quietly approaching Merka from behind, squatting down and hugging Merka from behind.

"I used to think that being with you, Merka, would bring me the same happiness as receiving praise from my mother."

"But I was wrong."

"It's indeed different."

"Completely, it's different."

Nestled in Merka's furry collar, Turing carefully smelled the sunflower-like scent in his hair, as if she were drunk.

From Red Port to Lachésis, from Lachésis to Tartarus Castle.

All of this seems like a dream.

All fear and confusion disappeared in this moment.

Turing furrowed his brows and leaned in to gently kiss Merka on the neck.

At first glance today, it felt like waking up from a dream.

Wide-eyed, Merka turned to look in Turing's direction. For a moment, their close-up gaze met, with breaths, gazes, and heartbeats intertwining, inseparable.

Turing's lips curled slightly, as the black gemstones in Merka's eyes shimmered silently, as if wanting to say something for him.

The two locked eyes for a while, only to be interrupted by another deep kiss from Turing.

Patting the exposed knees kneeling on the ground, Turing casually sat down next to Merka and joined him in basking in the moonlight.

"So... you wore a dress today."

"I'm sure you look beautiful, but I'm sorry, I can't see at all."

Merka meant not being able to see colors, not images.

Detecting magic could only see shapes, much like a certain sonar, but it could never replace the functionality of the eyes.

"Can you really not see?"

Although Turing's face gradually turned red, there was no hint of shyness. She couldn't wait to try out her female body and see if she could unlock Merka's heart.

Her hand gently touched Merka's fingertips, slowly guiding his hands to come together.

"Like this? Can you see now?"

With a reverse grip on Merka's shoulders, Turing pounced on him in one breath. Her fiery red cascading shoulder-length hair flowed down, filling Merka's entire nostrils with the burning scent of rum.

"How about this? Can you see now?"

Merka was truly feeling a little embarrassed. His skin wasn't thick in the first place, and after Turing's teasing, his face turned visibly red like ceramics in a kiln.

"I see now. I see now," Merka said, hastily covering his face with one hand.

"I mean... Turing, didn't you break up with me before?"

"Why now..."

"You fool, of course I was lying."

"The most impossible thing for me to say in this world is breaking up with you."

Turing lowered her body, leaned in close to Merka's ear, and whispered softly.

"You..."

Before Merka could finish his sentence, the sound of a fireworks explosion resounded in the sky.

The Biennial Gathering ended a long time ago, so why were there still fireworks?

Before they could turn around, streams of light filled Turing's eyes.