With doubts in her mind, Nan Xian decided not to sleep. After returning to her room, she meticulously recorded the process of the first three cycles on paper and carefully compared them.
Although the first two cycles were quite different due to her different choices, the general direction and trend were predictable, and the entire event almost revolved around her alone...
It's like a stage play with her as the main character; all the spotlight is on her.
This is what made her feel something was wrong. Life isn't a stage play, so how could she possibly be the protagonist of someone else's life? At this moment, she stepped out of her narrow perspective and looked at these things from the viewpoint of an outsider, and suddenly realized that these two cycles seemed to have been carefully arranged, and every step she took was on the stones that the person behind the scenes had laid out for her in advance.
The third cycle was much more normal, and she even encountered many people she had never seen before.
If we compare each cycle to a dungeon in a game, then the first two cycles are trial and error attempts when the player has not obtained the key clues. After making a mistake, the game will start again. The third cycle is when the player truly passes the level and enters the next level.
So, in the third cycle, what exactly was the action that allowed her to successfully "pass the level"?
Nan Xian's eyes were burning as she stared intently at the papers on the table, her index finger moving repeatedly between the two rows of characters.
"Crucial clue...which one is the crucial clue?"
Suddenly, just as she was concentrating, there were three knocks on the door.
She was suddenly jolted, her thoughts, which had just begun to form, vanished in an instant. She stared blankly at the scribbled comparison chart on the paper, but the inspiration vanished like a firework. No matter how hard she tried to recall, she couldn't grasp even a trace of it. Frustrated, she gritted her teeth and slammed the notebook shut.
Holding her breath, she stepped forward to open the door, but when she saw the person standing outside, her face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
He Mingxiao's gaze swept subtly around the room behind her, and he was slightly relieved after confirming that there was no one else inside. When he met her murderous gaze, he was taken aback.
Nan Xian narrowed her eyes dangerously. "President He, what brings you here so late?"
Sensing the impatience in her tone, He Mingxiao suddenly snapped out of his daze. A thought flashed through his mind, and an excuse slipped out: "I noticed the light in your room was on the whole time, so I was worried something had happened—"
Nan Xian showed him no respect whatsoever, interrupting, "If I remember correctly, Mr. He, your room is on the other side of the village, right? What, do you have clairvoyance? How can you see my light from so far away?"
He Mingxiao choked for a moment, but he quickly thought of another excuse: "I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk to admire the moon, and before I knew it, I had wandered here."
"Moon viewing?" Nan Xian turned her body to look at the sky behind him, then raised an eyebrow. "Where's the moon?"
He Mingxiao turned his head—the sky was hazy, and the clouds completely obscured the moon.
Indeed, there is no moon.
He Mingxiao withdrew his gaze, looking at the undisguised mockery on the face of the person in front of him. He remained silent for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to explain something out of pride, but in the end he could only smile helplessly as if admitting defeat.
"You know perfectly well why I came here, so why are you treating me like this...?"
Nan Xian got goosebumps all over her body, and she grinned.
"He Mingxiao, are you pretending to be pitiful?"
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