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Nezha wandered aimlessly around the campus, the cool autumn breeze brushing against his face, carrying away some of his agitation, but the pain in his heart lingered. He could not accept the fact that Ao Bing was about to leave, nor could he understand why Ao Bing could face it all with such calmness.
He stopped by the soccer field where they had first met. Memories surged like a tide—Ao Bing, holding books, knocked to the ground; their first argument; their life together afterward; their adventures fighting against Shen Gongbao; Ao Bing's enchanting piano performance at the music festival... All of it would soon become the past, an unreachable memory.
"Why?" Nezha spoke to the empty soccer field, "Why does it have to be this way?"
No one answered his question; only the autumn wind gently brushed by, lifting a few fallen leaves that danced in the night sky.
Nezha sat on the bleachers, gazing at the myriad stars above, lost in thought. He understood Ao Bing's situation and responsibilities, yet he still could not let go. Why was fate so unfair, allowing them to meet and cherish each other, only to cruelly separate them?
Just then, a voice came from behind him: "I guessed you would be here."
Nezha turned around to see Ao Bing standing not far away. In the moonlight, his blue hair appeared particularly cool, and he looked like a fairy stepped out of a painting—beautiful and unreal.
"Ao Bing," Nezha said softly, "I'm sorry for leaving like that."
Ao Bing shook his head and sat down beside Nezha. "It's okay; I understand how you feel."
They fell silent for a moment, each looking up at the stars in the night sky.
"Nezha," Ao Bing finally spoke, his voice gentle yet firm, "I know this is hard for you to accept, but I hope you can understand my choice."
Nezha sighed. "I’m trying to understand, Ao Bing, really. But I can't help but wonder if there are other possibilities, if there’s a way for us not to be apart."
Ao Bing pondered for a moment before softly saying, "Perhaps, in the future, things will change. If the crisis of the Dragon Tribe is resolved, and if I can establish a stable order in the Dragon Palace, then... maybe I can find a way to come back occasionally."
This response ignited a flicker of hope in Nezha's heart. "Really? You will come back to see me?"
Ao Bing nodded. "If possible, I will do my best. But it will take time, Nezha; it could be months, years, or even... longer."
Nezha's heart sank again. Years, or even longer... For the Dragon Tribe, it might be just a fleeting moment, but for humans, it would be a long wait.
"I will wait for you," Nezha said firmly. "No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you."
Looking into Nezha's resolute eyes, Ao Bing felt a surge of complex emotions. "Nezha," he said gently, "human life is short and precious. Don't waste your time on a promise that may never be fulfilled."
"This is not a waste," Nezha shook his head. "For me, waiting for you is the most meaningful thing."
Ao Bing wanted to say something more but ultimately just sighed softly. He knew that no matter what he said, he could not change Nezha's stubborn determination. This persistence moved him yet also pained him.
"Nezha," Ao Bing said quietly, "no matter what happens in the future, the time we've spent together has been the most precious memory of my life. Thank you for allowing me to experience a different kind of life."
Nezha's heart trembled at Ao Bing's sincere words, which carried a heavy sense of farewell and filled him with intense unease.
"Ao Bing, you're not saying goodbye early, are you?" Nezha asked anxiously. "We still have four days left, right?"
Ao Bing paused slightly before nodding. "Yes, there are still four days. I just... wanted to express my gratitude in advance."
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