"Just what I needed, here I go!"
Mo Zhi activated the memory fragment, confident. "I feel like I'm getting closer to the truth!"
At this moment, in the game, Watts and Rosalynn arrived at a party. The book was placed on a table.
They left the party and headed west.
Not far away stood the lighthouse.
John and Little Creek sat by the lighthouse. The lighthouse was still new, and they were both still young.
The timeline shifted to John's youth.
John said to Little Creek, "Do you feel anything different? I mean, now that I have the ring."
The party they had just attended was their pre-wedding celebration.
Little Creek replied, "No, nothing's different. Why do you ask? What do you think?"
"I feel something is different."
"What's different?"
"Something's changed. Perhaps it's a sense of responsibility."
Little Creek: "Do you like the name 'Anya'?"
"Anya? I like it very much," John replied.
Little Creek asked, "So, are you willing to call her Anya?"
John responded, "I understand. Naming her Anya would be perfect."
He took Little Creek's hand. "Hey, come with me."
The two walked into the lighthouse together.
The light at the top illuminated, and through the window, two silhouettes could be seen standing together, one with an arm around the other's shoulder, the other with an arm around the waist, dancing under the moonlight.
"This isn't a good idea. I might fall."
"Don't worry, just follow my lead."
The audience was showered with affection, filled with envy.
'They're dancing, so romantic!'
'Did they kiss! Why isn't anyone mentioning it?'
'Can't see clearly, why is the old thief being so subtle? I have to suspect he's a virgin and doesn't understand this stuff, right?'
'Possibly. Otherwise, why only silhouettes and not the real people?'
.......
"This is so nice," Mo Zhi watched the scene, her heart filled with joy. She really rooted for this couple.
"Ouch~"
John, being the straightforward guy he was, broke the mood. "You... you stepped on my toe."
"Sorry."
"Come on, let's try again."
The harmonious and beautiful scene froze in place.
Sun rose and set.
The next day.
The newlyweds held their wedding ceremony beside the lighthouse.
At the ceremony, the pastor asked the couple, "For richer or poorer..." and "Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and protect her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, whether for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, until death do you part?"
They both replied in unison, "I do!"
The pastor solemnly declared, "Then, by the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife."
Watts, standing nearby, rubbed his eyes and said to Rosalynn, "Let's go, let's go. I can't handle this kind of scene as a grown man."
The two walked along a path to the foot of the mountain. On the road, there was a rabbit killed by a car.
The time must have been about ten minutes before the wedding.
John stood by the roadside, while Little Creek was intently staring at the dead rabbit on the ground.
"It's no use, Little Creek... I'm sure they don't matter at all," John reminded her. "Don't be sad... we're going to be late."
Watts: "Wait, is that a rabbit...?"
"Could it be...?"
Rosalynn didn't reply and murmured, "Why is she so fixated on dead animals on the road?"
"Don't ask me. You're a woman, you should understand better."
"Shut up."
"Dead Rabbit" was a new memory fragment. Mo Zhi activated it.
The tenth time—
The two traversed again to a road beside a farm, where another crushed rabbit lay on the road.
Watts and Rosalynn left the roadside and came to a horse farm. The background music instantly shifted from romantic to cheerful.
Mo Zhi had lost count of how many background music tracks she had heard. She even suspected this was a concert show disguised as a game.
After sighing, she shifted her gaze back to the game.
At this moment, the young John and Little Creek were riding horses, respectively.
Little Creek: "I'm fine, come on."
Saying that, she kicked her horse, and it galloped away swiftly, with John following closely behind.
The two horses galloped joyfully.
In the horse farm, Mo Zhi found a memory fragment labeled "Green Handbag."
The eleventh time—
After activating it, she arrived at a hospital. The handbag was placed on the ground, and Little Creek sat on a bench while John talked with the doctor.
The observant Mo Zhi immediately noticed the platypus toy accompanying Little Creek, which wasn't as old as it would later become.
Mo Zhi was a bit surprised. When had this platypus started accompanying Little Creek?
For a lifetime?
The significance was profound. She quietly noted the platypus in her mind and continued her deeper exploration.
Dr. Lee: "Unfortunately, like many cases of Asperger's syndrome, this is a late diagnosis."
"If it had been diagnosed in childhood, treating your wife would have been much simpler."
John's expression was melancholic. "Thank you."
"Equine therapy might be beneficial for her," Dr. Lee advised.
"So, riding horses was to treat Little Creek's illness."
Mo Zhi suddenly understood. "She definitely couldn't explain why she was folding rabbits because of this condition."
"Getting closer and closer to the truth!"
"Keep going! Keep going!!"
Mo Zhi was very excited.
The new memory fragment was a "Wall Clock."
The twelfth time—
The timeline shifted to John's school days.
They arrived at a movie theater. There was a wall clock on the wall, and John was sitting alone watching a movie.
John waited for Little Creek for a long time and then walked out by himself, waiting for her at the entrance.
At this moment, a younger Little Creek came out of another door of the movie theater in a hurry.
John turned and was stunned. "Little Creek?"
"Have you been sitting there since the beginning?"
Little Creek nodded. "Yes."
"I was waiting for you in the lobby. I thought you hadn't come!"
Little Creek looked a bit dazed. She asked, "Why did you leave? I thought we were supposed to watch the whole movie together."
Her words completely confused John. He scratched his head in bewilderment. "Huh? I should be the one saying that!"
"What do you mean?"
Little Creek was confused. "We were watching the movie together. You were the one who left first."
"We weren't watching together at all... I didn't even know where you were sitting..."
John asked, "If you saw me, why didn't you come to me?"
"Does that matter?"
Little Creek looked puzzled. "As long as we're in the same space, watching the same movie, isn't that enough?"
Seeing this, the audience felt like laughing and also a bit heartbroken, wanting to cry.
'I can barely hold it together...'
'Ah, at this point, Little Creek was already showing signs of Asperger's syndrome, wasn't she?'
'Yes, Little Creek has social difficulties. She's not good at expressing herself, so she doesn't know how to proactively talk to John.'
'In the girl's heart, there is only John. As long as she knows he's there, others don't matter. It's okay not to sit together.'
'We are in the same world, looking at the same moon, isn't that enough?'
........
"Hahaha!"
In the game, John burst into laughter after hearing Little Creek's explanation.
Little Creek tilted her head, "??"
"Your idea is too strange."
The goofy John didn't realize the seriousness of the situation and just kept giggling.
Under the orange light, the girl's face was tinged with shyness. She softly said,
"So..."
"Are you still willing to watch movies with me?"
"Of course!"
........