On this night, when he was stumbling to dig out the fragments of these memories from the gaps, Stark finally admitted that he was missing them.

Tonight, his pain was stronger than any other night, so this longing was even stronger.

Howard was not the person he should think of when he was in pain, because those good times would never come again because his father was dead.

It was only then that Stark discovered that when he changed from a son to a father, he felt that any father would rather be able to live forever than to have his children think of him in painful nights.

Live on and let those good times never end.

Stark felt that his desire to survive had never been as strong as it is now - he didn't want to be Howard, the person he hated the most.

He didn't want to use an abrupt death to remind his children all their lives that those good times had passed forever and would never come back.

So his children can only be forced to forget, tear the happiest and glorious days of their lives into pieces, hide them in the most peripheral corners of their memory, and deny its existence.

In this silent night, no one saw the sleeping Stark. His fingers with clinging skin lines, which were no longer young, clenched the guardrail of the hospital bed, just like he had held the model for many late nights.

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No one knew that in Peter's next dream, he saw the strange night sky again, and those remaining memories became clear in the dream. He heard two gunshots and saw a string of scattered pearl necklaces.

In his hazy dream, the last dream seemed to come back. Peter saw another world, another father and son, holding hands and slowly walking towards the universe.

He saw those good times behind the dark tide that maybe even the bat himself couldn't find.

22600001-R: Bat Incident (End)

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