On the bustling streets of a foreign land, the afterglow of the setting sun lazily spills onto the cobblestone path, adding a touch of gentleness to this unfamiliar land.
However, this tranquility was shattered by a sudden shadow.
A girl is leisurely strolling through this exotic land, perhaps still immersed in the joy of exploring and imagining the culture here.
In that moment of warmth and wonder, a thug with a ferocious face and eyes flashing with madness suddenly rushed out from the street corner like a venomous snake darting out from the shadows and grabbed the girl tightly with lightning speed.
This scene was like a calm lake being shattered by a giant rock, stirring up layers of turbulent waves and freezing the surrounding air instantly.
The thugs were incredibly powerful, seemingly able to tear apart anything in their path, and the girl's screams were quickly drowned out by the terror and chaos of the surrounding crowd.
She struggled desperately, but like a flying insect caught in a spider's web, the more she struggled, the tighter the restraints became.
The afterglow of the setting sun seemed to have lost its warmth, becoming cold and glaring, reflecting the sudden tragedy.
On the street, pedestrians hurried and panicked, some screaming and fleeing the scene, others trying to find help, but in the face of this sudden change, everything seemed so powerless and insignificant.
In the girl's heart, besides fear, there was even more fear of the unknown fate. At this moment, she was no longer a traveler freely strolling through the streets of a foreign country, but had become an innocent victim of a violent incident.
The rioters were armed, and the country's police appeared.
The thugs were speaking the country's language to the police, and the nauseating smell of alcohol made even the newly arrived Ali unbearable.
The police approached quickly and methodically, their steps firm and powerful, each step seemingly proclaiming an inviolable authority.
The lead officer, holding a megaphone, spoke in a loud and authoritative voice: "Drop your weapons! Surrender immediately! You are surrounded!"
The sound echoed like thunder, not only intimidating the rioters but also making the surrounding atmosphere tense.
The thug, who had been holding a gun to Ahri's head with one hand and pulling on Ahri's arm with the other, now had his eyes flickering and the gun in his hand trembling slightly.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ahri forcefully swung her arm, breaking free from the thug's grasp. She then struck backward with her elbow, causing the thug to stumble back two steps. Before he could react, he was shot dead.
The thug's face was filled with resentment and despair. He looked at Ahri, thinking that things shouldn't be like this.
As the rioters fell heavily to the ground, the tense atmosphere gradually eased.
Police officers quickly moved forward and removed the dead rioter from the scene.
The police asked Ahri if she needed to see a doctor for a check-up, and Ahri said no.
Just then, the giant display screen in the middle of the street lit up, and dazzling fireworks burst forth. It was a glorious moment in the e-sports arena, and a certain team won the championship with extraordinary strength. The cheers of celebration contrasted sharply with the gunshots just now, as if they were a symphony of two worlds.
Originally, the original owner of this body had her head blown off by a thug, and the last thing she heard was the cheers on the screen and the people appearing on it.
She regretted it; she should have gone back earlier so she could have witnessed him winning the trophy in person.
Ah Li moved her slightly sore arm and slowly put on her sunglasses, seemingly unaffected by what had just happened.
Ali didn't stay in this foreign land any longer. She went back to the hotel, packed her things, and then took a plane back home.
After exiting the airport, Ahri encountered the WN team, the champion team of this e-sports professional player league, and everyone in the team was familiar.
The original owner was still the white moonlight in the heart of Xu Mingge, the captain of the WN team.
Ah Li noticed that someone had spotted her and was deliberately moving closer to Xu Mingge.
Xu Mingge was wearing headphones. He didn't look over immediately; it was as if he glanced over unintentionally.
His eyes showed little emotion; they were very calm.
Ahri's lips curled up, and then she dragged her luggage away.
"Mingge, didn't she go abroad? How come she's back so soon? It's only been a few days."
"Maybe she's not used to it yet. But it's quite a coincidence that we're going back to China today, and she's coming back today too."
"Um."
Xu Mingge walked forward slowly, reached into his pocket and took out a mint-flavored hard candy. He unwrapped the candy and put it in his mouth.
Instead of holding it in his mouth, he bit it off directly.
His heart wasn't as calm as it appeared; she had been watching him too.
Xu Mingge stopped. He had a black bag slung over his shoulder. He said, "I have something to do. You guys go back first."
"No, Captain, there's an interview and a celebration banquet later, you have to go."
Xu Mingge took out a black mask from his pocket, intending to leave the group, but because of what he said, he put the mask back in his pocket.
"Captain, look, that person just posted on WeChat Moments."
In the photos posted on WeChat Moments, Ahri showed half of her face. Behind her was the airport, and they were also in the photos. For some reason, Xu Mingge's face was particularly clear.
The caption read: "Great, I'm back."
Xu Mingge looked away, took out his phone, and opened the pinned post on the Moments of the person he had chosen. He had liked it: "Welcome back."
The original owner was a cartoonist with some fame. Sometimes he would livestream his drawing and had millions of fans.
She has painted many people, including characters from TV dramas, as well as celebrities and actors.
She and Xu Mingge had known each other for a long time; they were neighbors, living across the hall from each other.
Back in school, the two were classmates because they lived in the same area and both lived in self-built houses.
Later, Xu Mingge went to compete in e-sports, and no one at home cared about him. His father had passed away long ago, and his mother had remarried, had another child, and never came back.
When Ahri arrived home, the original owner's parents were quite surprised, because they were also traveling and wouldn't be back for at least ten days to two weeks.
So, Ah Li is the only one at home now.
Ali quickly prepared some food, went back to her room to wash up, and then turned on her computer to continue drawing comics.
The original owner went abroad to travel because she had lost her inspiration. Her paintings lacked spirit, were dull and boring, and had no originality like when she first started.
The original owner had previously serialized comics online, some of which were adapted into anime, and also drew characters for novels, which were then turned into comics.
The online comic series has stopped updating, and many comic fans are urging the original author to update it soon.
Ahri sighed softly; the original owner would never return.
Ali found the original owner's old photos, drew a picture for her, and posted it on her WeChat Moments. In the picture, the original owner looked sad, but also happy.
Because she finally went home.
Ali also turned on her computer and started drawing a chibi version of the original owner, depicting the original owner's feelings for Xu Mingge, as well as the original owner being shot in the head by thugs in a foreign country, not being saved by anyone, and finally being wrapped in a body bag and sent to the cold morgue.
However, she appeared at her home because she still had an unfulfilled wish.
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