"Congratulations, New Student----"
Fang Xiaoxia lowered her head.
All of a sudden, she felt like she ought to have a scarf, so she could hide her sorrowful face whenever she wanted.
She felt that everything Bai Zhou had said was right. Every word had imprinted itself clearly upon Fang Xiaoxia's heart, inexplicably bringing a few wisps of spring breeze into that empty valley—just as Bai Zhou had done before, silently appearing when the Maiden needed someone most, then offering her a helping hand.
Fang Xiaoxia could tell that he had no purpose at all. He simply stood there, pure and clean, giving people strength.
But the girl still felt sad.
Knowing that something was right did not conflict with feeling sorrow in one's heart. Just as people always grew amid pain, the things that made people sink into them were often terrible—yet those who knew this perfectly well still found it hard to let go.
"Fake will always be fake. Actually, I know."
Fang Xiaoxia spoke faintly. "But in the real world, I don't have anything left."
The real world was cruel and irreversible. In this world, the dead could not come back to life, her parents would not return, and Fang Xiaoxia would forever be all alone.
That was why Fang Xiaoxia had always seemed so out of place at school. To her, leaving home and stepping into school meant leaving warm illusion behind for cruel, lonely reality, as the world faded from color into gray and white in an instant.
Even if falsehood could not become reality, what if she stayed in the false world for her entire life?
Clinging to that thought, Fang Xiaoxia fled from pain's pursuit.
Until today.
The Pursuers behind the scenes had arrived. The illusory world shattered, and before fate, the girl had