Linxu took me in.

He is even kinder than I imagined. Not only did he spend a lot of time and energy repairing my damaged body, but he also used his identity as the young master of the Lin family to search for the parts I needed.

Seeing him busy all day because of me, I felt something different in my heart.

After hesitating for a long time, I finally spoke,

"Forget it, I have known for a long time that I can't live. Now I'm just burdening you with so much effort..."

However, Linxu shook his head and tapped my forehead like he was frustrated,

"What nonsense are you talking about? I have never seen such an incompetent robot like you! Even if you don't want to live, can't you live a little longer for me? I worked hard to pick you up and spent so much money on you. If you die, will that be fair to me?"

I have always lived for Qinshi.

This is the first time someone has told me that I can live for someone else, for him.

I was stunned for a long time before slowly replying to him,

"Okay."

Imagination is always beautiful, but reality doesn't give me a chance to regret.

My eyes gradually began to lose focus, and my limbs gradually became weak and sore.

Every deep night, I always try my best to curl up into a ball, desperately trying to stay awake, so as not to be dragged into nightmares.

Linxu said I am always crying.

He found an unprecedented method of repair from ancient books, and the good news is that this method is real, but the bad news is that no one has succeeded.

Meaning, the robots treated with this method, they all died.

I didn't hesitate for a moment,

"Do it."

I should have left long ago.

After Dr. Qin's death, there was only a flame left in my chest.

That suspended breath supports me and accompanies Qinshi all the way. I am already very tired.

Half a month after I disappeared, I received the first text message from Qinshi.

He didn't even ask where I was, how I was, or if I was injured.

His words were still as indifferent as before. I could even imagine the expressionless coldness on his face when he said this:

"Once you're angry enough, come back."

Until now, he still thinks I'm angry.

I sneered.

Qinshi, if you knew I was dying, would you still be so calm?

Perhaps because he didn't receive my reply, Qinshi's tone gradually became irritable.

"Where are you?"

"Don't think you can control me like this, Qinqiao, you're not a child anymore."

"I'll say it one last time, come back immediately."

...

The last message he sent was,

"What are you causing trouble for?"

The effectiveness of the experiment has been deteriorating. Several times, I almost died on the cold experimental table.

I stared blankly at the dazzling white light above my head, my hands powerless, trembling as I covered my eyes.

A tear rolled down, traversing my fifteen years of miserable life.

"Linxu, Linxu."

I cried freely, unable to suppress the sharp pain in my heart any longer. They clamored to destroy everything,

"I want... to see him one last time."

Linxu didn't say anything.

He looked at me intently, his voice very soft and faint,

"Little robot, he's getting married."