"You don't actually want to leave the tower, do you?"

The towering dome hangs down golden curtains, and transparent marble is used to build 66 steps. Every ten steps lead to a platform. The ground of each platform is paved with different jades, with distinct layers and full of splendor, highlighting the grandeur of the palace with simple jade tones. At the deepest and top of this giant room, there is a soft bed surrounded by layers of curtains.

Although there was no one in the palace, the majesty of the hundreds of thousands of magic officials kneeling in the palace was constantly exaggerated. When the wind blew into the room and lifted the curtain, the sunlight outside could illuminate the naked black and white snakes.

The White Queen lay drowsily in the arms of the Black Witch. Hearing these words, she shook her head subconsciously: "Why would I... not want to..."

"Of course you don't want to." The Black Witch gently rubbed her temples: "We are sisters born to escape, but we don't necessarily want to escape. The tower is our prison, but it is also our home, our warmest...home."

"White," the Black Witch lowered her head, her black hair hanging down and mixing with the White Queen's white hair: "You've actually had enough, haven't you?"

"Fine wine from cellars, soft cakes, gorgeous clothes, a carefree life, and power within your reach... You like beautiful things, you yearn for the power to rule, you don't want to leave the tower at all, but obey the witch's arrangement, accept your own responsibilities, and control the fate of the gospel..."

"You have been wronging yourself and suppressing yourself. You have never lived for yourself, not even for a second."

"But you are not Diya's appendage, you are you." The black witch's eyes were filled with bloody madness: "My dear White Queen, it's time to embrace your rebellious period."

"'White Queen' Lysdia, what a pleasant name."

"But... no..." The White Queen struggled: "Now is not the time to indulge..."

"Why not? Aren't these few days of indulgence very comfortable?" The Black Witch smiled and said, "What are you waiting for? Wait for safety? Wait for the end? Or are you waiting for a miracle?"

The Black Witch's voice seemed to possess a magical power that moved people's hearts, and her hands were shrouded in electricity and fire. The White Queen felt the skin she touched was numb and warm, so comfortable that she seemed to melt into water.

The White Queen has been living like this for the past few days. After returning to reality, she almost forgot the specific details of the dream, but the joy that penetrated deep into her bones still lingered.

Before she completely lost consciousness, the White Queen raised her hand slightly, and a painting descended along with the curtain. It was an illustration of a fairy tale, with a princess falling from a high tower and a knight catching her below. However, because the princess opened her arms downward and the knight opened his arms upward, it looked like they were running in two directions, with danger and beauty in the midst of danger.

This is a fairy tale.

But it wasn't any fairy tale they had heard in the tower.

But it is a fairy tale written by Diya herself.

Except for Liz, every sister has heard Diya tell this fairy tale. It is the only gift Diya can prepare for them. In the countless days and nights in the tower, they have added countless details to this fairy tale, and the only thing that remains unchanged is this scene.

The White Queen did not notice that when she saw this painting, the smile on the Black Witch's face froze instantly, and the scarlet red in her pupils faded like the tide, leaving only turbid black.

"No one will come to save us." Her voice was flat as she stated a fact in a monotonous voice: "The tower is just a prison, the knights are just guards, and the bronze dragon is just an illusion. Only the princess really jumped down."

"Miracles have been absent too many times when we needed them. Why do you still have expectations for them?"

“The only one we can trust is ourselves.”

"No." The White Queen shook her head vigorously: "I can still trust you, Hong, and the other sisters..."

"You believe in them, but are they worthy of your trust?" The Black Witch persuaded her earnestly: "Who really values ​​your opinion? Who really appreciates your care? You are neither Liz nor Diya. They may need the little witch Liz, or the secret princess Diya, but they will never need the White Queen Liz Diya."

"They just want to take advantage of your wisdom and calmness, but they won't exchange your desires. Even if you protect them from the wind and rain, you should leave when the weather clears up."

"It's time to think about yourself, Bai." She whispered, "You don't want to live in a mirror your whole life, do you?"

"No."

Even though she was groggy, the White Queen's response was still firm: "We are not out of danger yet. We need to work together and must not cause disputes or conflicts. Yes, I long for court life and I also want to hold the authority of the gospel, but... I am also a sister that everyone trusts."

"Diya called upon me, her sister, when she was in the most difficult, painful and lonely time."

The White Queen raised her hand and ran it through her black hair, caressing the face of the Maleficent: "So I must protect her, and I must protect you."

The Black Witch laughed angrily: "You were born because of Diya, so you have to live for Diya all your life? A sister in name only, a slave in function, a toy in behavior?"

The White Queen's lips trembled, and her eyes were filled with struggle, but she still said, "I live for [Lisdiya]. Black, we haven't even met our survival needs yet, so we are not qualified to discuss everyone's spiritual needs."

“But who do you think caused this situation now? From the beginning to the end, the one who really wanted to escape was only Diya, only Diya! I don’t care if you don’t want to, Hong, Hong, Hong she - if Diya didn’t have that wish, if she didn’t meet the bronze dragon, we wouldn’t have to live this precarious life!”

"It is Diya's willful behavior that has brought us to this state. Why should we clean up Diya's dictatorship? Why should we sacrifice for Diya's wishes... We are equal!"

The Black Witch almost roared out the last sentence, and the angry and harsh voice made the White Queen sober up.

The White Queen sat up and sighed: "If Diya didn't want to escape, we wouldn't show up at all. Just for this reason, even if it's hell, we will accompany Diya into it."

"Do you think I really want to be born? Do you think I really want to come to this world?" The dark pupils of the Black Witch seemed to be blurred with blood and ink, black and red surged, stirring up the mud that had settled for countless years: "No one knows me! No one needs me! The mirror cannot convey my screams, and cannot reflect my love, hate, and desire! As long as this mirror still exists, none of us are truly alive--"

"I need you."

Pure white wings covered the dark demon, and the White Queen hugged the Black Witch and whispered softly in her ear.

"How is it possible that no one needs you? If I am the umbrella that protects everyone, then you are the handle that supports me. No one understands your importance better than me. There are many things that I cannot say out loud, but you will understand and say them for me..."

"You are as important as I am, but everyone respects me more. If I have been wronged, then you have suffered more than me. Your anger towards Diya, fate, and reality is justified. You have done nothing wrong, but you have to bear those heavy shackles since the day you were born..."

The Black Witch struggled for a moment: "Don't act like you know everything—"

"I understand everything. I can understand everything." The White Queen gently stroked the naked back of the Black Witch: "We are sisters who feel the same way. How could I not understand you?"

"So, I am very grateful to you. Thank you for letting me fulfill my dream of being the White Queen these past few nights. I am already very satisfied. Now it is my turn to take care of you."

"Whatever you like, I will try my best to cooperate with you." The White Queen smiled and said, "Not only in dreams, but also in reality. Hei, you are my sister. No matter when and where, you can act coquettishly to me."

"No matter how dark, filthy, or unbearable your heart is, I will tolerate you. I will accompany Diya into hell, and I will also accompany you into the quagmire."

"...Impossible." The Black Witch suddenly bit the White Queen's shoulder and said vaguely: "You can't do it."

"I can do it." The White Queen: "Because I am your sister and you are my sisters."

"You can't do it!" The Dark Witch was furious. The darkness in her body seemed to boil up, like a flame igniting the White Queen, "Let go!"

The White Queen shuddered, but hugged him tighter: "It's tiring to be alone, right? But we can share the burden together. So Diya needs us, so I need you, so you need me."

"But this 'mutual need' is just a bubble that will burst at any moment."

The Black Witch said coldly: "Diya's transformation in the virtual world is the best proof."

"When faced with breathtaking danger, fear dominates our reason, and despair forces us to fight for dominance, so our colors begin to become turbid and our reason falls into madness."

"We can deceive each other at ordinary times, but we cannot deceive our own hearts at all in times of crisis. We are sisters conceived by Diya out of despair. How can there be only truth, goodness and beauty in our hearts?"

"Even if it's just a bubble, I won't let it burst." The White Queen said seriously: "I will definitely protect you, I will definitely rescue you from the quagmire, and I won't let you be defeated by negative emotions."

"So, Black, I'll leave it to you from now on." The White Queen nuzzled the Black Witch's face affectionately and chuckled, "You have to rescue me in time. After all, I don't have any older sisters than me, and I have no one to act like a spoiled child to, except you."

lie!

lie!

It's all lies!

Been lying all the time!

It was obviously you who were the first to sink, it was obviously you who couldn't bear it first, and it was obviously you who were the first to burst this bubble of love!

You rebelled against Diya for your own desires, and secretly formed an alliance with me to seize control of the body. When the car "Lis Diya" was going downhill, you sat in the driver's seat and stepped on the accelerator, dragging us all into the quagmire forever!

I am like this now, it's all because of you!

How can you still have the nerve to say such shameless words?

How can you still pretend to be a good sister?

How could you...how could you...

Maleficent raised her fist and weakly struck the White Queen on the shoulder.

“Woo woo…”

The tears that the Black Witch had accumulated for who knows how many years flowed completely uncontrollably, turning her elegant and mysterious face into a big clown face. When she cried hard, she blew bubbles of snot, and then a sob made the lingering sound of her tears.

The White Queen allowed her to vent her emotions, and their posture changed from hugging to the Black Witch sobbing in the White Queen's arms. The elder sister smiled and stroked her sister's head. Part of the sister's dark origins merged into the elder sister, but the elder sister's pure whiteness also flowed into the younger sister.

Black and white do not oppose or cancel each other out, but rather coexist harmoniously, just as crying and tenderness are a mutually fulfilling attachment.

After an unknown amount of time, the White Queen saw that her body had become transparent and said, "It's time tonight, let's leave."

The Black Witch sniffed but didn't raise her head, as if she was embarrassed to show her tear-stained face. She used both hands to express her attitude: "Don't go."

"I want to stay a little longer, but my positive emotions have been used up and I can't stay in the dream any longer." The White Queen said with a smile, "We can still come tomorrow. Even if I can't come tomorrow, I will always be by your side and I won't leave."

"You don't leave, you just change."

"I won't change. If you don't believe me, let's make a pinky promise."

The Black Witch rubbed her red and swollen eyes, stretched out her little finger and made a pinky promise with the White Queen: "There is no unchanging person in this world. I don't need you to swear that you won't change. I just need you to swear that if you no longer need me, then you have to... continue to lie to me, even if it's just to use me."

"The Queen is not allowed to abandon the butler."

Although Maleficent was a little stubborn and awkward, the White Queen didn't think much of it.

In her impression, Hei was a person with very delicate and introverted emotions. Sometimes, although Hei didn't say a word, he had already traveled thousands of miles in his inner world.

Maybe she just imagined some heart-wrenching plot development and couldn't help but put herself into it?

"The Queen will not abandon the butler." The White Queen said seriously: "Sister will always protect sister."

"Hei, see you later."