Chapter 202: A Mistake
The setting sun shines on the streets, bringing a hint of warmth to the skin.
The sound of wind rustled past my ears.
The girl ran through the busy streets without attracting much attention from others.
Her legs felt like they weren't her own, and everything around her faded away. She just wanted to go somewhere.
Habit preceded thought, and it kept driving her to the other side. Her mind was blank. Because she ran too fast, her chest ached and her throat tasted a little like rust.
As she stepped into the corridor, Weifeiya couldn't tell whether it was familiar or unfamiliar. She couldn't remember.
"xxx, you're back?" A middle-aged woman holding a basket of vegetables took out her keys, and when she saw her coming, she smiled and waved at her.
A figure flashed by, and the middle-aged woman's eyes were filled with confusion: "What's wrong with this child today?" After thinking for a moment, she opened the door and muttered to herself, "I'll go visit tonight."
Vifiya heard nothing, the taste of rust still lingered in her throat. Her footsteps gradually stopped in front of a door. She stared at the ordinary door in front of her, not knowing what to do for a moment.
There was only one door in sight, only one door. I even felt light and couldn't feel anything.
After an unknown amount of time, she stretched out her hand stiffly and went to the doorbell. She didn't know why she pressed the doorbell. It should be called the doorbell.
When she stretched out her hand halfway, she realized that she had been holding a block-like object in her hand. The strange yet familiar touch seemed to be transmitted to her brain only at this moment.
It seems...it seems...calling a cell phone?
Suddenly something pushed past her and Vifiya couldn't help but stagger a few steps.
She blinked blankly and looked towards the door blankly.
A black-haired boy opened the door and shouted happily: "Haha! I want to be the first one to enter today!"
As she spoke, she carefully took off her large messenger bag and walked inside: "Mom! We're back!"
After walking a few steps and not hearing the familiar footsteps behind him, he turned back curiously, only to see the girl staring at him blankly. He immediately withdrew his cross-body bag.
Their eyes met, and he asked in confusion, "Are you stupid? Why don't you come in?"
She still didn't move, so the boy pulled her over and closed the door.
Vifiya lowered her head, and under her feet were square floor tiles that had been mopped very clean.
The boy bent down, squinting his eyes to observe his sister. After a while, he shouted towards the kitchen: "Mom! Mom! xxx is stupid!"
Steady footsteps were heard, accompanied by a question: "What's wrong?"
Vifiya's drooping eyes finally moved. She raised her head and her gaze slowly moved back and forth between the two of them.
The face that was blurred in her mind, the face she had forgotten, the face that had become blank, now appeared right in front of her.
She didn't need to recall, she knew who they were.
Even if she didn't remember them, she could recognize them at a glance.
The worry in the middle-aged woman's eyes could not be wiped away. She walked forward and put her hand on Vifiya's forehead.
A familiar yet unfamiliar warmth was on her forehead.
Vifiya didn't move.
Fake.
The boy's gaze finally fell on his messenger bag. He seemed to have discovered something, picked up the bag, and grinned in sudden realization: "No way? Your nose is so sharp?"
As he spoke, he carefully took out a small, beautifully crafted cake and muttered, "I put a lot of effort into this so you wouldn't find out in advance."
Fake.
"Look, the hot sugar coastline!" The young man chuckled happily, "Didn't you say you wanted to try it yesterday?"
Fake.
Seeing her eyes attracted by the cake, he puffed out his chest and head as if to ask for credit: "How is it? Did you suddenly realize that your brother is simply the best brother in the world? Why don't you treat me better?"
Fake.
The legs finally obeyed the control and took heavy steps forward.
The boy quickly handed over the cake in his hand.
She walked right past it.
"Click." It was the sound of the door being locked, leaving the two people in the living room with their laughter subdued.
The young man withdrew his gaze from the door and whispered to the middle-aged woman, "Mom, don't worry."
After saying that, he hurriedly put down his messenger bag and cake and went to his sister's room.
The last ray of light in the sky faded away, and the simply furnished room was shrouded in darkness. From time to time, the sound of car horns could be heard on the street.
The phone fell to the ground, and Vifiya lost her strength and slid towards the door.
She was trembling all over, curled up in a ball with her head in her hands, her eyes under her arms were full of disbelief, tears were locked in her red eye sockets.
All the emotions piled up in my throat, making it swell, achy, and pressing on my head.
Fake.
Fake.
"xxx." A soft voice came from outside the door.
Vifiya's breathing hitched and her eyelashes fluttered.
It's her twin brother.
"You're so weird today."
"Is it because the work pressure is too great? If you're not happy doing it, then don't do it."
…
"Are you still worried about not passing the exam? With your grades, your scores from previous years are more than enough."
Fake.
"Didn't we agree to work together for a while and then go on a graduation trip?"
"Don't worry about the money. I can still afford to take you on a trip."
Fake.
"So, if you're unhappy, go home."
"I'm here."
"Mom and Dad are here."
She covered her heart which was in great pain and bit her lip tightly.
Fake.
Fake, they are all fake, fake, fake!
The suppressed emotions swelled up in my throat as if it was about to explode.
There was a rustling of clothes outside the door. A young man with similar features to Vifiya was sitting by the door with a worried look on his face.
Today is Mom's birthday. They agreed that she would buy Mom's cake, but she came back empty-handed.
She is very abnormal.
She is obviously more important than some rituals in life.
He believed that his mother thought so too.
so……
The boy frowned, trying to think if he had done anything to upset her recently.
The support behind him suddenly disappeared. He hurriedly stabilized his body, looked up, and met Vifiya's lowered eyes.
He was stunned. He had never seen his sister's eyes so calm. It was so calm that it made him uneasy, tremble, and scared.
Not afraid of her.
He stood up quickly and the girl opposite threw herself into his arms.
He looked surprised and stood firm. Although he was surprised, he still opened his arms to greet her.
He lowered his eyes and could only see his sister's dark hair; he could not see her expression.
She didn't hug him, she just leaned on his shoulder.
The gloom in the boy's eyes flashed away, and the restrained smile bloomed again. He hugged her lightly with his hands.
"Oh, it seems our little sister has been bullied really badly."
"Tell me, brother, who bullied you?"
"Don't be too touched. I'm your brother. It's not a given for a brother to take care of his sister, but I'm willing to take care of you."
"Well, are you very moved? Are you about to burst into tears?"
Vifiya pushed him away and the boy looked at her blankly.
She raised her eyes and opened her dry lips. She wanted to give him a smile, but the corners of her mouth twitched and she couldn't help but retract it.
His eyes radiated worry for her from every angle.
Never mind, it's probably going to be ugly.
Her voice was hoarse: "I'm leaving."
The boy was confused, his uneasiness growing. "Where are you going?"
He took a step forward and tried to hold her hand.
Vifiya stepped back suddenly.
She looked behind him and saw her father and mother, who had just returned home, standing together. The three of them had expressions of worry about her on their faces.
She repeated, "I'm leaving."
She suddenly turned around, locked the door, opened the window and jumped out.
The weightlessness lasted only a few seconds, and the sound of the whistling wind was heard in my ears.
But just a few seconds suddenly seemed long to Vifiya, and she closed her eyes.
I will try my best and come back to see you.
The darkness was vague and shaky.
Vifiya opened her eyes as she felt the rough touch of gravel on her palms.
She laid on the ground with her hands, the sword returned to her wrist, her breathing rising and falling.
Her eyes were dim, she thought of nothing, staring blankly at the soil on the ground. She returned to St. Fagus Island.
Vifiya felt a little numb in her heart. In the distance, she could hear the roar of monsters. She knew that now was not the time to be in a daze.
She propped herself up and stood up, but her feet went weak and she stumbled and had to sit back down on the ground.
Looking up, she saw twinkling stars. She should be in the passage inside the cave.
The rusty brain finally started to work, forced to work.
There were collapsed bell towers all around, and there seemed to be more rubble than Vifiya remembered.
The rays of light on the ground revolved around the original shape of the clock tower.
Is light a ray of world rules on the island?
Can a trace of world rules create such a realistic world?
Is this your block?
The owner of the dream heart voice, the rules of the world hidden under the bell tower of St. Fagus Island.
The fact that the world rules could find her at the very beginning only meant that they had already realized that she was an outsider.
Vifiya didn't know how a trace of the world's rules could generate consciousness and question her, nor did she understand how just a trace of the world's rules could accurately project her world.
But all along, the experience summed up by the Seventeenth Generation told her that this was not something that could be done by just a few world rules.
Weifeiya suddenly wanted to sneer, but she couldn't laugh.
It is obvious that her heart is extremely calm now.
I never thought that one day she would become a mistake that needed to be corrected in her own world.
Even if it is fake, her world.
Wrong, wrong, she actually became a mistake.
Two worlds, one in which she shouldn't exist, and one in which she is wrong.
She thought she was wrong.
How to break the world woven by the rules of the world is actually very simple, so simple that she almost doubted that she was wrong.
Of course, the rules of the world focus on rules. She is now in another world, so how could she exist in that world?
That day, she did go to buy a cake for her mother.
She thought aimlessly.
She propped herself up and stood up again, and after stumbling a few times she finally managed to keep her balance.
The light was moved from underground to the surface, no, her position did not change, it was the land that changed.
Moving underground, the magic circle disappeared, leaving only streaks of light. She had returned from the world woven by the rules of the world.
Therefore, the world rules that control the fate of Saint Fagus Island should have appeared.
Vifiya observed carefully, not missing any possibility.
A faint cold air suddenly descended, and it kept approaching, as if invisible eyes were opened in all directions and stared at her.
Vifiya stopped where she was and didn't move.
It was a familiar feeling, she remembered.
Although it came suddenly, it was within her expectations.
Oh my god, long time no see.
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