Chapter 93, Chapter 40: The Fantasy Building
Wen Ting bit her hair to make sure she wouldn't make a sound accidentally.
She crouched behind a pink gift box that was about half her height. The heart-shaped curved top and the wall formed an angled space, just big enough for her to hide.
The entire floor was covered with rotting human-butterflies. They could not fly and had poor senses, but their bodies were extremely sticky, like slugs, and could stick to the walls and gift boxes.
The butterfly's antennae twitched, searching for her.
Wen Ting seized the opportunity and, as the person outside turned to look to the other side, crept up and moved behind the box in front.
The previous obstacles have now become her barriers.
The red bubbles in the field of vision churned wildly like magma, popping up seven or eight per second, all of them displaying the message "[Stop]".
He was very impatient, displaying a frantic, desperate desperation.
Having successfully moved behind the gift box in front, Wen Ting quietly sized up the next section of the road.
She dimmed her phone screen and opened the OA app.
My fingertips hovered over the resignation application for a while, but in the end, I gave up.
Just like taking leave, resignation applications also require approval from superiors. Now, her only superior is Director Gong, and there's no way he'd approve it for her.
Wen Ting was startled when she exited the OA system.
My phone's home screen is completely blank; all the apps have disappeared!
The cleared desktop was now occupied by a chibi version of Gong Baidie, whose tiny, dark eyes were staring at her.
Wen Ting almost dropped his phone; in the dim moonlight, he looked exactly like a ghostly doll.
A blood-red bubble popped up on the screen—"Stop."
More and more "stop" signs filled the screen, both inside and outside the phone, Wen Ting's entire field of vision was occupied by the red "stop" signs.
Even semi-transparent bubbles severely impair visibility.
She tapped the screen several times but couldn't change the wallpaper, nor could she find a button to uninstall "Desktop Lover".
Tsk.
In the midst of my irritation, a heavy, slimy sound suddenly came from above.
Wen Ting looked up from the blood-red screen. At the top of the building, a giant face was staring straight at her.
The butterfly-like creature clinging to the ceiling saw her, its limp limbs suddenly relaxed, and it plummeted from the roof to her location.
run!
Ignoring the risk of being exposed, Wen Ting bit her hair and scrambled away.
The falling butterfly smashed the box where Wen Ting was hiding. Not only was the box smashed, but its swollen body also spilled out a patch of yellowish-black filth.
The commotion immediately attracted the attention of the other butterflies. Wen Ting cursed inwardly, spat out her hair, grabbed a dagger and a pistol, and abandoned all hiding to run.
The elevator was less than forty meters away from her, her employee ID card swayed back and forth on her chest, and a butterfly crawled in front of her.
Wen Ting fired a shot into its head.
Like a water balloon exploding, yellow and red liquid splattered everywhere, and a strong stench hit her face. She couldn't help but gag twice, and the stench made her eyes water.
One of them died, and the other butterflies all flocked to her.
The scene was more terrifying than a zombie movie and more disgusting than a ghost movie. Wen Ting coughed twice, forcing herself to calm down.
Calm down, calm down. What's the use of being scared and disgusted? He Gong Bai Die is just a spent force!
Upon closer inspection, the human butterfly's movement speed is actually not fast. As long as the route is planned properly, she can easily run into the elevator.
She's all alone here; she must stay calm. Only she can save herself!
Wen Ting bypassed the man who had been shot in the head, her soaring adrenaline helping her ignore the pain in her ankle.
She was more agile than ever before, shooting at the butterflies that stood in her way as she ran.
Halfway through the journey, the obstructive bubbles grew increasingly menacing, like wildly sprouting fungi, their number and size increasing dramatically, and even the text on them changed:
Where do you think you're going?
[You don't really think you can get away, do you?]
[Stop right now while I'm in a good mood!][Don't go to the next floor!]
[Stop right there][I'll leave you a whole corpse]
[The next level will be hell]
[Stop!][Take one more step and I'll tear your guts apart!!]
The closer they got to the elevator, the sharper the words became. When only a third of the journey remained, the butterfly's speed suddenly increased, and the words on the bubble became incredibly vicious:
[Bitch][I'm going to kill you]
[I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you]
[Die die die die die die die die][Chop into pieces]
[Dismemberment][Bitch][Viper][Scum][Go to Hell][I Hate][Hate You]
[Die][Go to hell][Go die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die]
[hatred]
[hatred]
[hatred]
[hatred]
[hatred]
[hatred]
[hatred]
[hatred]
[I hate you][Wen Ting]
Bang!
The bullet pierced through the layers of black and red bubbles, killing the last human butterfly in front of the elevator.
Wen Ting stepped over the soft, juicy insect corpses and entered the bright elevator.
The alloy door closed, and the elevator began to descend.
She collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat, her right hand gripping the gun trembling uncontrollably, her skin glowing red from the scorching barrel.
Her heart pounded with relief, and Wen Ting closed her eyes, sweat dripping from her eyelashes.
Despicable person?
He's the real slut, why didn't she slap him a couple more times?
The elevator doors opened and stopped on the 9th floor. The panel displayed the time as 5:37 PM.
The ghost story area has six floors in total, and this is the last floor before the first floor.
In the previous illusion, she regained her game memories about "Gong Baidie," and Wen Ting speculated that she could retain more memories in this layer.
Gong Baidie must have run out of cards left, otherwise she wouldn't have acted so desperately.
After resting for a while, she grabbed her pistol and went outside.
As she stepped out of the elevator, the doors closed, and the light inside the elevator car gradually disappeared behind her.
At the last moment, Wen Ting recalled the few bubbles that had flashed by just now:
Don't go to the next floor!
[The next level will be hell]
Wen Ting remained highly vigilant. She believed this was no exaggeration; in his rage, he was capable of anything. The closer they got to the first floor, the more difficult it would become.
What will it be this time? A haunted male ghost? Or a cannibalistic director?
She waited and waited.
Nothing happened.
Apart from a familiar, delicate fragrance of snow orchids, the surroundings were pitch black; there was no moonlight, no wind, no monsters, and no gift boxes.
There was nothing there. She hadn't lost her memory either.
Wen Ting raised an eyebrow.
She took out her phone; the home screen was cleared. She pulled down the navigation bar, turned on the flashlight function, and shone it around.
There was no JumpScare, and the flashlight beam couldn't penetrate the darkness; she couldn't see anything.
What trick is he playing?
After running at high intensity for so long, Wen Ting was really tired. Since there was nothing else, she simply sat down to rest.
After sitting for a long time, she stood up and groped her way forward in the dark with a flashlight.
There were no obstacles along the way; the road was flat, and the surroundings were quiet. Wen Ting could clearly hear her own breathing and heartbeat.
She wandered around, but there was no end or boundary to this place, and she couldn't find the elevator she had come from.
After walking and stopping for a long time, she stopped and sent a message to Gong Baidie in the OA system: "What's going on?"
There was no response, and several hours passed with the message remaining "unread".
She was a little confused, and then asked, "Dead?"
There has still been no response.
The battery was almost dead, so she put her phone away. She wasn't hungry, sleepy, or had any urge to urinate. Apart from being dark, there was nothing special about it.
About two more days passed, and nothing changed.
Wen Ting twitched the corner of her mouth. "Putting up the play?"
Was he planning to lock her up for a while, making her the only living person in her life?
Isn't it a bit too late?
He himself was barely breathing; could he hold on until she was properly disciplined?
Without light or any interactive props, Wen Ting checked the magazine again.
She didn't feel sleepy, didn't need to sleep, and didn't dare to fall asleep there.
In the last two illusions, Gong Baidie tried to put her to sleep. If she falls asleep here, she probably won't be able to wake up again.
She tried stretching and doing yoga; she also tried singing and braiding her own hair in the dark.
Her phone battery died, and she could no longer tell time. After resting enough, Wen Ting stood up and walked forward, searching for the boundaries of this place.
A faint, lingering scent of snow orchids surrounded her, like a shadow, impossible to shake off no matter where she went.
Wen Ting walked for a long time, until her knees were sore and the flesh on the soles of her feet was raw and burning from her trampling.
She stopped to rest, sang a song, changed her hairstyle, and drew the ice dragon princess Feyons Li on the ground with her index finger.
After blindly drawing five or six Fions, she tried to grab the name tag on her chest.
"hiss……"
The pain of the sign being torn from the muscle tissue was already terrifyingly clear as it passed just over the chin, and it only got worse.
Damn it, he's about to die, and he still has the energy to inflict pain on her.
She broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, and after a moment, Wen Ting stood up to continue her exploration.
She continued exploring and entertaining herself, while also saying both kind and harsh things to the sky.
There was no response; only endless darkness engulfed her.
It's so quiet... so quiet that her tinnitus flared up again.
A faint hum of electricity echoed in Wen Ting's ears. The surroundings were too quiet, and without any reference point, she couldn't tell if it was her own tinnitus or the sound of the place.
The buzzing sound was more unsettling than the silence, and it grew louder and louder over time, as if someone was forcefully drawing tangled black lines in her mind with a pen, a complete mess.
After an unknown amount of time, when Wen Ting was drawing Fey on the ground again, she suddenly froze.
She touched her index finger, which was used for drawing, with her other hand, and felt a moment of disorientation:
Are these her fingers?
She couldn't see anything, not even a trace of her own body. Although her senses of touch, pain, hot and cold were still normal, the long period of not being able to see her body gave Wen Ting a sense of detachment.
It's been dark for too long.
She began to understand why Gong Baidie called this place hell.
"Gong Baidie, let's talk!" she said to the void of darkness. "I know you're watching me. Come out, let's talk."
There was no response, not even an echo; her voice was absorbed by the darkness, carrying no sound.
"What exactly do you want?!"
A restless feeling of having nowhere to vent enveloped Wen Ting.
Ghost stories, haunted villages, haunted houses, corpses, monsters, insects... these inexplicable things suddenly flooded into her life. She used her wits and courage to soothe him, provoke him, coax him, and accompany him. She even sacrificed a colleague, but he still wouldn't stop causing trouble! Everything she had was destroyed by Gong Baidie!
"What did I do to offend you? Did I shut down the server? Or did I add those ads for you? What does your situation have to do with me?!" Wen Ting could no longer contain her anger and raised her voice to curse.
"So what if I lied to you! If you want to kill me, am I supposed to just happily let you kill me without resisting?"
"You wouldn't die for me, so why should I do the same!"
The red bubble that blocked her view never appeared again; the world was silent, nothing but darkness.
"Get out!" Wen Ting was inevitably agitated. "Either give me a quick death or let me go. I have a bunch of important projects on my plate, and I don't have time to waste on a discarded product like you!"
She believes she has been rational and calm enough to have endured this long.
Anyone with poor mental fortitude would have been tormented by this madman long ago.
She cursed, wanting to smash something to vent her anger, but couldn't even find anything to touch.
"Madman!" "You son of a bitch!"
"You male prostitute ridden by thousands!"
She yelled until her throat was sore and hoarse, and then Wen Ting collapsed on the ground, exhausted.
She remembered she couldn't sleep; she had to keep her eyes open. She was going to outlast that mad dog, but was she really going to keep her eyes open?
Wen Ting touched her eyes, and her finger suddenly poked into her eyeball.
When you can't see your own body for too long, your senses become disoriented, and your control becomes less precise.
She cursed, covered her eyes, and curled up.
There was no difference between having her eyes open and closed; Wen Ting gradually lost the ability to tell whether she was awake or asleep.
She couldn't sleep, she couldn't fall asleep—she pursed her lips, her throat still hoarse and burning, unable to speak loudly.
That guy responds better to gentle persuasion than force; maybe... I should try to coax him a little more?
She was too exhausted to continue arguing, so she sighed and said, "Bai Die... let's have a proper talk."
"I have thought about all the points of conflict and problems between us."
"Before the ghost story began, I was powerless to stop it. I have already told you the cause and effect: I wanted to stick to the original design, but Wanluo disagreed, so I had to resign."
“I admit there were better solutions at the time, but you can’t be so harsh on a girl who just graduated, right?”
She took a breath, "Then... yes, I uninstalled the game for a while because I encountered some things, and I also went from Wanluo's small workshop to Green Forest. I was so busy that I didn't dare to look at you, and I didn't want to see you wearing someone else's design and making interactions that were unfamiliar to me."
“Can you understand…” She sat cross-legged, holding her swollen ankle, “I carried him for ten months, raised him until he could walk and talk, and then one day he was wearing clothes given to him by someone else, calling someone else ‘Mom,’ and I—I can’t even hold him anymore…”
"White Butterfly, you should understand me."
The buzzing in my ears suddenly stopped for a moment.
Just when Wen Ting thought it had healed on its own, it started making a faint sound again.
"If there's anything I've ever done to wrong you, it's that one time I pointed a gun at you."
The gun rested on her crossed legs. "But White Butterfly, you saw it on the upper level. As long as you don't harm me—even if you are a monster that harms people, I will not betray you. I will even help you and try my best to keep you alive."
"Tell me what's wrong with you."
"You never gave me a chance for a happy ending... That's not fair."
"Of all your endings, a happy ending is the easiest to achieve. I gave you an 89% chance of a happy ending. You can't do this to me..."
"Gong Baidie, this is not fair."
Wen Ting talked to herself for a long time, summoning all the patience she had in her life.
She was certain that Gong Baidie was listening.
He's insane, but in this matriarchal society, even a madman like him is most concerned about women's feelings.
She talked about her thought process when she created the painting; she talked about how the electricity was cut off in the first-floor farmer's house she was renting, and she painted until 2 a.m. without saving it; she talked about how she used the first bonus she earned from the painting to buy a picture frame that she had been wanting for a long time, painted an 18-inch portrait of him, and put it on her workstation.
She rambled on and on, bringing up all the trivial details from her memory. When she ran out of things to say, she mixed in a few heartwarming, fictional stories.
She talked until her throat was dry, and her one-woman show became increasingly ridiculous.
The darkness remained unchanged. She had smelled the only remaining scent of snow orchid for so long that her sense of smell had become numb, and she could no longer tell if it was still there.
Wen Ting couldn't go on any longer; she couldn't be sure how long she had been inside.
Three days, a week... maybe a month. She wasn't afraid of being alone, but she couldn't sleep. The fatigue caused by not being able to fall asleep for a long time was driving her crazy.
She couldn't help but wonder if Gong Baidie was already gone.
Perhaps the legend has ended, its core collapsed, leaving behind a black hole.
Perhaps she is already dead.
This is the world after death...
In any case, we can't wait any longer; this is definitely not a test of endurance.
Even if Gong Baidie were still here, staying in this desolate and dark place would lead her to the ending he desired.
Wen Ting drew her pistol.
“Okay.” She stood up, losing her balance and almost falling.
"If you really hate me that much, then I'll do as you wish."
She pulled the safety and pressed the gun against her head.
She had never had a gun pointed at her before, but the moment the muzzle touched her skin, Wen Ting's hair stood on end, as if the fear etched into her genes froze her breath.
Her body feared death more than she had imagined. She wanted to live; her life had just started to improve, and she longed to live on this beautiful land.
Wen Ting gritted her teeth, made up her mind, and pressed the trigger.
She's been betting on Miyabi Shiroko until now because death doesn't actually happen in ghost stories!
The moment she pulled the trigger, Wen Ting's heart stopped, but the ensuing turn of events left her stunned.
The gun is gone.
The gun disappeared from her hand the instant she fired.
He was stopping her from committing suicide... Wen Ting immediately realized the mechanism here and pulled out a fruit knife from her belt to slash her neck.
She used her fastest speed, but the knife still disintegrated and dissipated before it even touched her skin.
You bitch! Just as I thought!
That bitch! She's been played like this!
Wen Ting was so angry that her veins throbbed.
She was smugly pleased that she had survived; it turned out that death was the only way out!
His ghost stories and level designs were unremarkable, but the exit methods were unexpected.
Damn it, damn it, damn it, that bitch! All her patience has been a joke!
Without her gun and knife, Wen Ting lay down and banged her head against the ground.
Before her forehead even touched the ground, a force lifted her up and held her in place.
She was positioned in an elegant sitting posture.
Unable to move her lower body, Wen Ting took out an unopened dagger and stabbed it into her eyes.
The dagger disintegrated, and both her hands were also restrained, forcing her to support her head with one hand and place the other on her waist.
Wen Ting struggled fiercely, and suddenly felt a chill on her body.
Her clothes were disassembled and replaced with silk brocade. Her hair moved without wind, strand by strand, as it was picked out and woven, then adorned with heavy headdresses.
"Gong Baidie—" Wen Ting gritted her teeth, but her expression remained cold and indifferent.
She realized that the ninth level was not a black hole; like the previous level, this level was still Gong Baidie's world.
It was the real game world, the place that trapped him.
Now that this strange talk has gone on, he's finally showing signs of serious revenge.
If it were Wen Ting, she would have shown this side of herself from the beginning, instead of getting caught up in a messy, bitter feud with her enemy.
He is tragic, the game character who has awakened his consciousness is very pitiful—he has only himself to blame!
There are always people in the world who suffer and are miserable; that's just fate.
He awakened to his true nature and broke free from the game. How fortunate he was to have the power to change his destiny, yet he used that power for romance. He deserved it all!
Wen Ting showed no empathy whatsoever; instead, she was unusually angry.
This anger was like her crawling on the ground, starving, as he walked past her, dropped a bun, and crushed it with his foot—angrier than when he coerced her into marriage, more furious than when he let her stomach be filled with caterpillars, more furious than when he locked her in a cocoon and she festered, to the point of hatred.
She truly hated it.
If she had Gong Baidie's power, she would never have been so careless!
That invisible force manipulated her at will, changing her into a sitting position like a young girl, and then into a prone position with her head resting on her arm.
He was satisfied with the position and stopped torturing her body, starting to dress her in new clothes and headdresses.
Wen Ting gave up struggling and took a deep breath.
After a while, she twitched and let out intermittent sobs.
The gold hairpin was inserted into her hair, and the crying stopped as it began.
Wen Ting caught that momentary pause. How fortunate that her expression froze, otherwise she would have surely sneered at what was to come:
“Waaah… Faion…”
Tears washed over her nasal cavity, awakening her numb sense of smell, and she seemed to smell the fragrance of snow orchids again.
After Wen Ting murmured the name through tears, she fell silent and continued to weep.
Suddenly, she felt empty beneath her; the force supporting her vanished, and she regained her freedom, falling heavily to the ground.
Her chin hit the ground, and Wen Ting was in so much pain that her mind went blank.
With a clang, a metal hairpin fell to the side of her hand.
Wen Ting curled up in pain, hugging her knees and burying her head in her sobs.
Through her salty tears, she could clearly smell the scent of snow orchids.
A pair of bulging eyes were pressed against the top of Wen Ting's head, just a hair's breadth away from her.
Gong Baidie strained to open her eyes wide, her inner and outer corners slightly torn, from which black blood flowed.
His strength was exhausted, his senses were failing, and in such darkness, he had to be right next to her to see even a blurry glimpse.
She hugged herself and cried, and he squatted in front of her to listen to her sobs.
“Why him…” she sobbed, covering her face. “Why did it have to be a madman like him… Feonse… Yun Heli…”
The scarlet eyes rolled slightly, and the slightest movement nearly caused the wobbly eyeballs to pop out of their sockets.
"Help me..."
She was afraid, trembling and sobbing, but she was not begging for mercy from him.
“I’m sorry, Ajak, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have treated you like that… Please forgive me. I’ve already been punished… I will never abandon you again, Ajak. I was really wrong… I love you. You are one of the characters I’ve drawn with the most care.”
She dared to do this—a raging fire of anger consumed Gong Baidie.
He raised his hand, grabbed Wen Ting's hair, and lifted her up.
"Ah!" she screamed in panic, clutching her hair, "Help! Crane Cry—"
thud
The grip on her hair suddenly loosened, and she fell to the ground, stunned for a moment. Through teary eyes, she looked up and around: "...He Li? Fei Yangsi?"
"Who saved me? Who's there?"
As if she had been given a second chance at life, she crawled two steps on her knees, full of hope, and climbed into Gong Baidie's arms, calling out with all her might, "Is it you—Fei Angsi, is it you?"
Gong Baidie will never forget this gesture.
Not long ago, he was tortured with his limbs broken, crawling and pleading in the endless darkness:
"My lady...where are you...?"
"I was wrong, Bai Die was wrong... I got carried away. Please give me another chance, I'll bring the water back..."
"I'll obey, oh... White Butterfly will do whatever you say... Please, just say something to me..."
In the utterly desolate land where there is no light, no sound, and you can't even see your own body, every little change is something to be grateful for.
When he was hung up and his position changed, his clothes were stripped off, and his headdress was changed, his expression was a hundred times more excited than Wen Ting's at this moment.
He asked with a mixture of joy, anticipation, caution, unease, and despair:
"Is it you—my wife, is it you?!"
"Is that you, my wife...? Are you changing my clothes?"
"...Wife Master?"
As she left the darkness and welcomed the first rays of dawn, Gong Baidie had no time to rejoice; the first thing she saw was her new body.
He was stripped of his Wen family lord's clothes and dressed in a prostitute's flowery robe, lying naked on the homepage of various platforms, smiling seductively at all the male and female players who passed by.
In his despair, he called out Wen Ting's name a thousand times.
Wen Ting, she dared—dared to call someone else's name here!
This is his game! This is her hell!
She should call him! It's her turn to call him!
He hated her so much; he wished he could peel off her skin and sew on thousands of "bitch" names with a needle; he wished he could pour boiling sour acid down her throat so she would never be able to speak again!
[Shut up]
Huge, bloody characters were pasted in front of Wen Ting's eyes, with black blood flowing down them.
She stared blankly at the first conversation that had occurred in recent days.
Gong Baidie didn't miss a single expression on her face.
If it were him back then, he would have been overjoyed and wept uncontrollably upon receiving a single response from her.
However, Wen Ting was stunned for a long time before suddenly screaming in despair: "Get out—get out!"
She clutched her head and ran forward frantically, shouting, "Fionce, save me!"
Gong Baidie remained rooted to the spot, unable to follow.
His bloodshot eyeballs were half-protruding from their sockets. The three words "Fei Yangsi" burned like fire and poison, traveling along the blood vessels and nerves behind the lens into his brain, spine, and rotting heart.
After a long while, he reached out and touched both ears.
He forcefully tore off his own ear, and the gushing blood added two more touches of auspicious red to his wedding dress.
In the dead silence that followed day after day, Wen Ting went mad.
She cried out about all the characters she had drawn, muttering about the creative ideas behind each character, and confessing her shortcomings when drawing them, apologizing tearfully.
She would occasionally stare intently at something, then smile sweetly after a while: "Oh, I love you too, I love you the most, Little White Princess."
Sometimes, he would suddenly be terrified and shout in a nervous panic, "Ghost! There's a ghost! Yunheli, save me!"
Occasionally, a tender longing would appear on her face: "Zhaoxia, it's been a long time."
She was driven mad by this desolate hell, just as he had once wished, and twisted from then on, just like he had been.
But she recalled all the characters, except for Gong Baidie.
He stumbled after the bouncy Wen Ting. She couldn't see him, but turned to the side and looked up, laughing joyfully, "Where are you taking me, Qin Mu?"
"Tell me." Her voice was sweet and charming. Gong Baidie raised her hand, but her forearm bent down awkwardly.
She walked away.
No…no… He quickened his pace, but his knees suddenly buckled, and Gong Baidie fell to the ground, panting heavily with cold sweat.
His strength was exhausted, he could no longer walk, his limbs were stiff, his vision was blurred, he could hardly move, and all five senses were gone.
But she stopped too, smiling radiantly, and gently pleaded with him towards the emptiness in front of him: "You're so annoying, don't ask me about things like that."
Gong Baidie closed her eyes briefly, and black and red blood tears seeped across the butterfly pattern, bringing with them the voice of Wen Ting from before:
"Would it be nice to put a carousel here? I've always wanted to ride one."
"How about we ride the roller coaster next?"
"One more time! Little White, one more time! I want to go skiing, ice skating, and bungee jumping too!"
"Thank you, Xiaobai. I love it so much, it's like a dream."
He went to every place, from towering mountains and cascading waterfalls to flower-filled valleys and deserts, because he knew that only here could he receive her response.
Leaving aside the ghost stories, this cold-blooded and ruthless woman would never associate with inhuman monsters.
"I really want to marry you, Butterfly."
But as soon as she says it, he can close his eyes and deceive himself.
The last feather dissipated within Gong Baidie's body, and a dim halo of light penetrated the space. A sharp, gust of wind, carrying the atmosphere of the strange tales from the outside world, suddenly burst in.
I hate it so much...
He lay sprawled on the ground like a butterfly with broken wings, unable to support his broken body.
He really hated it.
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A note from the author:
Mutual affection is the ultimate condition for a happy ending for the young couple.
So how can this chapter, filled with mutual hatred, not be considered a happy ending for the seemingly ill-fated couple?
We understand each other perfectly. [heart][heart]
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