Shen Shuibi was naturally caught up in this war as well. In truth, as an indispensable part of Li Qi's life, she was bound to be dragged into it.
If one had too good a relationship with a third-rank, one naturally had to bear the corresponding risks.
Moreover, through these countless reversions, she retained the memories of every single one. And as a fourth-rank, she suffered even more.
Li Qi could not be changed. A third-rank was already a metaphysical existence, exceedingly difficult to alter.
But Shen Shuibi was not third-rank. She was fourth-rank. The reality she possessed only allowed her to retain herself through reversions; she herself could not resist them.
If Li Qi was an author watching a story repeat without end, then she was a character within that endlessly repeating story—yet one who could retain herself.
That was, in truth... painful.
Just like the endless reversions Li Qi had experienced when he was fifth-rank.
It was precisely that kind of pain.
All things faded away. Everything vanished, leaving only one's solitary self.
That meant everything else in the world often disappeared. No one could help her face any of it. In Shen Shuibi's world, the only real existence left was herself.
A startling sense of nothingness shrouded Shen Shuibi. She even began to fear this self that faced possibility.
Because as the world around her continuously refreshed, it brought only a lonely, hollow sense of emptiness.
Nothing to cling to, nowhere to shelter—
Lonely, abnormal, gloomy, cold.
As we said before, when people sank into the ordinary world, they felt warmth, a comfort like being home, because others had already arranged their identity and their way of life for them. Then they themselves no longer needed to live by facing possibility.
How trouble-free, comfortable, and warm that