I went to the school to report with He Xiaoman that day. At the high-speed rail station, He Xiaoman only then found out that I had given the account to Zhang Jiacheng.

He Xiaoman, unlike her usual gentle voice, shook my shoulder in panic. She angrily said, "Yuanyuan, are you crazy! Two million, that's the account of two million followers!"

She shook me until I felt dizzy.

I grinned and said, "I gave it away. Think about it, is the account valuable or is it me?"

She froze, carefully digesting the words I just said.

My boss was very angry when she found out about this. She originally wanted to kick my account out of the guild, but upon my suggestion, she decided to keep it.

She understood my thoughts and gave me a share of the guild.

In other words, even if Zhang Jiacheng uses my account to livestream and receive gifts, the money she receives will be split sixty-four to me, forty to her.

My sixty, her forty.

On the day I gave them the account, I registered a new account. As soon as the news that the old account was no longer in use was released, a wave of fans jumped over.

Life returned to normal.

Unexpectedly, since Zhang Jiacheng got my account, she never livestreamed. All the videos on my account were hidden, and the homepage was empty when opened.

On the original account homepage where the signature used to be, it was changed to another sentence at some point.

【This account is no longer in use, the new account is Yuanyuan and Xiaoman.】

When Zhang Jiacheng called me, the first thing I asked was, "What do you want? Taking away my other account?"

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds, then Zhang Jiacheng sighed before saying, "Zhang Yuanyuan, you don't have to worry about your university tuition and living expenses, I've saved enough for you."

"I know you probably don't need it anymore, but this is what I owe you."

I held the phone without saying a word. She hurriedly added, "My money is clean, I earned it through wearing armor, you know, wearing armor, I didn't steal or rob."

"I don't know about the account thing. At that time, I was at school, so as soon as they gave me the account, I changed the binding and password."

"Take it back, I don't want your things, never have, never will. I will repay you the money for my college education."

"Zhang Yuanyuan, I owe you an apology, I'm sorry, turn this page over."

By the time I realized it, tears were already streaming down my face.

He Xiaoman leaned in, pressing her ear against the phone, quietly listening to every word Zhang Jiacheng said.

I wiped away my tears and said with a smile, "You don't need to apologize to me. The one who owes me an apology, has never been you, it's my parents."

Perhaps they don't owe me an apology either.

Because they will never feel sorry towards me.

There may be guilt, but they will never admit they did anything wrong.

I won't forgive them, not in the past, not in the future.

I remembered the painting He Xiaoman gave me.

The painting depicted a purple-gray sea and sky, with a black boat as a lone island in the rolling waves.

The small boat sailed towards the white moon, breaking through the heavy sea, creating white waves.

We are on the same boat, sailing towards the moon.

After the silent eternal night, we welcomed the dawn that belonged only to us.

(End, adapted from a true story.)