A transaction? What kind of transaction?
Looking at Fang He, who was completely different from before, Xiao Cheng couldn't imagine why he would be so desperate.
So what exactly happened?
Is this an illusion, or fragments of memories I've forgotten?
Her thoughts were in complete disarray, and her head was throbbing. But before she could get any closer, all the images vanished in an instant.
Everything returned to chaos, and then the door reappeared in front of her, seemingly even more shattered. She could even hear the conversations of people outside.
"...Chengcheng?"
A gentle female voice broke through all the noise and suddenly exploded in Xiao Cheng's mind.
She was momentarily dazed, wondering, "So, in the normal world outside the instance, what kind of person am I? What kind of family do I have, and what kind of life do I live?"
The gentle voice continued to urge, "Open the door, Chengcheng. You can only come home if you open the door. I'll be waiting for you at home."
"Come back, Chengcheng, don't be stubborn anymore, we all miss you."
Xiao Cheng stood silently in front of the door. Suddenly, she felt her face was wet. She reached up and touched it, only to realize belatedly that she had been crying without her noticing.
...It's not the right time.
She looked down at her damp palms and silently answered the voice in her heart: "It's not the right time yet."
She slowly retreated step by step, each step extremely difficult, as if countless hands were blocking her way from behind.
She struggled with her instincts.
The voice sensed her intention and grew increasingly agitated and violent, gradually shedding its feigned pretense: "What are you doing?! You madwoman! Get out! You dare say you don't want to leave here?!"
"No, I dare not." Xiao Cheng wiped away the tears on her face, her gaze becoming unusually firm. "I will leave here, but not now."
It wasn't just one person who left.
Without thinking, she turned and ran away from the door, running further and further away until she had completely left that hysterical voice behind.
The sound of shattering glass filled the air, and Xiao Cheng abruptly stopped, staring in astonishment at the other version of herself that had suddenly appeared before her.
"you……"
However, before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted. The person in front of her gave a bitter smile with a complicated expression: "I knew it. You wouldn't."
"No? No what?" Xiao Cheng pressed, feeling as if she was about to touch the truth, but she was always just missing the key point, like scratching an itch through a boot.
But the version of herself in front of her didn't answer. She just smiled bitterly and said, "I'm going to disappear. This is the last time I'll appear in front of you. I won't be able to help you anymore, but remember this."
Her figure suddenly became incredibly ethereal, then was blown away by a gust of cold wind.
Also blown away were her last words.
"I am you."
Suddenly, the world spun around Xiao Cheng, and he could barely stand. Before he fell, he unconsciously reached up to grab something.
A warm touch came from her palm, and then Fang He's voice pierced through all the chaos, reaching her ears with unparalleled clarity.
"I'm here, Xiao Cheng."
When Xiao Cheng woke up, she realized that she was actually crying her eyes out. She and Fang He were trapped in a corner, and the ceiling had collapsed, forming a triangular angle.
A faint light shone through the cracks in the wall, illuminating Fang He's dusty face and his teasing smile.
It has to be said that his face is really striking; even so, he doesn't look disheveled at all. Instead, he gives off the feeling of an SSR-level battle-damaged version.
That's fucking outrageous.
Xiao Cheng felt uneasy at his laughter and suddenly realized that she was still holding his hand. She jerked it away as if she had been burned, but the place was too narrow and she didn't control her strength well. Her hand slammed against the wall with a thud, and she gasped in pain.
There were still wounds on my wrist from where the insect mother had drilled through, and this one was pulled open again, causing blood to ooze out.
Xiao Cheng really wanted to cry. This damn dungeon was just against her. It's like when you're down on your luck, even drinking cold water can cause problems.
"Poor thing, the little girl is crying from the pain." Fang He added fuel to the fire, showing a remarkable ability to find humor in hardship. "How about I blow on it for you?"
Xiao Cheng: "..." You're such a fool.
She forced back the pain, hastily wiped her face, and felt that she was practically the second most mature person compared to him: "Let's get down to business, what's going on?"
“Literally, the building collapsed.” Fang He patted the solid ceiling beside him. “In other words, some people are still alive, but they are already dead.”
“This house is in such a terrible state, can’t I see whether it’s going to collapse or not?” Xiao Cheng took a deep breath to calm herself down. “I want you to tell me something valuable that I don’t know, like where that ghost zombie went, how we get out, and what the situation is like outside.”
“Ah, these…” Fang He pondered seriously for a moment, “I don’t know.”
Xiao Cheng: "..."
"I'm not lying to you, I didn't fall asleep later than you, I just woke up a couple of minutes earlier." Fang He explained confidently, leaning comfortably against the wall, his smiling eyes shining like stars in the dim light.
Xiao Cheng looked into his eyes, and for some reason, all her words suddenly stopped, and she couldn't say a single word.
The Fang He I saw in my dream, and the Fang He in front of me.
Their figures gradually and slowly overlapped.
"Will there ever be a day when you want to die?" she suddenly asked, stunned even herself the moment the question left her mouth. Why did she suddenly say something like that? Does my mouth have its own thoughts?
Fang He was taken aback at first, then looked her up and down with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Why did you suddenly have such a dangerous idea? The situation is dangerous, but it's not so bad that it's enough to make people despair, is it? No, are you really this fragile?"
Xiao Cheng: "..." I didn't, I didn't, why the hell would you think that?
But Fang He seemed to take it seriously, and continued with a solemn expression, "I hope I have a teammate who is alive, and I also hope that my teammate has a teammate who is alive. What's more..."
"Besides?"
But Fang He didn't continue speaking.
He heard a faint rustling sound outside, and he turned his head sharply to look through the crack. Then he smiled with some relief: "Don't worry, we're saved."
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