Today, One of Us Has to Die

At that moment, seeing two March 7ths at the scene, the surrounding staff had already gathered around.

"Eh? Why are there two Miss March 7ths? Could the other one be Shui Xiao?"

"Possible. Has Shui Xiao caused any fewer problems lately?"

"Then it's really out of luck today. Master Yan Huan is here—he'll split the bastard in half with one sword, hahaha."

"With Mr. Yan Huan here, can we just declare the Shui Xiao incident resolved in advance?"

"Even someone as powerful as Master Yan Huan has to use the bathroom?"

"Whoever keeps asking about the bathroom, step the hell out here! I've been putting up with you for a long time!"

Amid the crowd, Yan Huan and the two March 7ths stood out especially clearly.

Watching the intimate gestures between the two before her, March 7th's face instantly turned red all the way to her neck.

"You two, knock it off already! Shui Xiao is using my face, and there are so many people watching!"

At that moment, the gentle March 7th leaning against Yan Huan's shoulder parted her cherry lips and retorted:

"Free love is encouraged these days. It's perfectly normal to show affection in public. Besides, I'm the real March 7th, okay? I don't know anything about some Shui Xiao."

The surrounding staff exchanged looks and began voicing their opinions.

"Yeah, yeah, don't interfere with other people's freedom to love. Love is so rare these days."

"That's right. In all this worldly chaos, it's hard to see such pure love."

"..."

The noise around them grew louder and louder.

And March 7th's mood grew worse and worse.

"What the fuck..."

With a dark expression, she strode straight up to the impostor.

Then poked her with one finger.

"Pop—!!"

The crisp sound of rippling water plunged the entire area into silence.

Blue ripples spread across fake March 7th's face.

A faint watery mist also appeared around her eyes.

Shui Xiao's traits had already been exposed.

"Look! She's obviously Shui Xiao, not me!" March 7th stomped her foot and clarified herself at the top of her lungs.

"Ah, baby, what's wrong, baby?" Yan Huan hurriedly wrapped an arm around fake March 7th and tenderly massaged her pretty face.

"Baby, does it hurt?"

Tears misted fake March 7th's eyes as she looked pitifully at him and whispered in a tearful voice:

"It doesn't hurt, darling. As long as you're here, I'll never feel pain."

"Baby."

"Hubby."

March 7th: "..."

"Baby."

"Hubby~"

March 7th: "Damn it..."

Some of the surrounding staff were so moved by the scene that they cried.

They spent every day in a massive workplace like Herta Space Station, and it had been a long time since they had seen such a loving couple.

"Miss March, why make things difficult for yourself?"

"Yeah, you and Master Yan Huan are such a perfect match."

"Master Yan Huan could split the Doomsday Beast apart with one sword, yet this morning he willingly let you pin him down and beat him. If that isn't love, what is?"

"Please, the three of you should be together."

All sorts of comments erupted at once.

But most of them had been touched by the heartwarming scene and pleaded on their behalf.

March 7th froze completely.

Fuck.

Why did she feel more like the asshole here?

Had she gone crazy, or had the world gone crazy?

To her astonishment, fake March 7th actually walked toward her for the first time.

With a pitiful, earnest expression, she said:

"Don't do anything excessive anymore. We could clearly have a better life, couldn't we?"

March 7th stood there blankly. "But..."

"There are no buts. As long as you're willing, we can all live well."

March 7th hesitated. "But..."

"No more buts. Don't you understand? This is what's best for all of us."

"..."

March 7th sniffed and stared blankly past fake March 7th.

Yan Huan was tearfully accepting the containment pod Dan Heng handed him.

He exchanged a glance with Dan Heng, nodded, and deftly opened the containment pod's glass door.

Dan Heng expressionlessly stepped back several paces and spread his arms to disperse the crowd.

"Don't you understand? We..." Fake March 7th was still rambling on.

But the real March 7th suffered a tremendous shock.

This bastard changed sides way too fast, didn't he?!

He had just been all lovey-dovey with Shui Xiao, and now he was sending it on its way!

While Shui Xiao was sincerely trying to persuade her, he was slowly approaching with the containment pod in his hands!

This animal...!

Looking at fake March 7th before her, the real March 7th swallowed. She actually wanted to warn her.

But it was already too late.

"Clang."

Fake March 7th: "???"

The glass door that suddenly appeared in front of her left her stunned for a moment. Then she turned around and looked at Yan Huan behind her in confusion.

Yan Huan kept wiping away his tears with a handkerchief, unable to restrain his feelings any longer.

"This Shui Xiao's mimicry is way too good. Her skin is so tender and smooth, her voice is as crisp as a silver bell, her hands are so soft, and she smells so nice... It's making me a little reluctant."

Dan Heng patted his shoulder, puzzled.

"Didn't you ask me to bring the containment pod over? You even told me to hurry up, so that idiot... uh, March 7th wouldn't let it get away again."

"Can I take it onto the train as a pet?"

Dan Heng shook his head.

"No. It has to return to the containment pod. Besides, didn't you tell me before that it was dumb as rocks?"

Yan Huan: "..."

Dan Heng said, "You also said its cerebellum was underdeveloped and its brain hadn't developed at all. You said you had no idea how such an idiot escaped. Have you forgotten?"

"Alright, let's change the subject." Yan Huan cut Dan Heng off.

But Shui Xiao in the containment pod exploded. "Gurgle gurgle, you bastard! I'll fuck your ancestors! You fucking know who I am and you're still pretending? You're a fucking piece of shit, you hear me? Just wait until I get out—I'll fucking kill you! Fuck your mother!"

Neither of them paid it any attention.

Yan Huan and Dan Heng expressionlessly lifted the containment pod and carried it toward the Containment Section.

"Heh, this kid's got a real talent for keyboard fighting," Yan Huan praised.

"Aren't you going to check on March? She seems stunned by how heartless you were. She's still standing there."

"It's fine. She'll get over it after a while. Shui Xiao's an idiot too. March herself only has a C, but it managed to give me a G..."

March 7th: "..."

She said in a low voice:

"Hey. I never said you two could leave."

Dan Heng fell silent for a moment, then shoved Yan Huan backward like a lizard shedding its tail. Bearing the containment pod's weight alone, he accelerated away.

"Tap tap tap tap..."

Yan Huan was the only one left behind to hold the rear.

"Uh."

Looking at March 7th behind him, fists clenched and expression growing increasingly hostile, Yan Huan rubbed his hands together and forced a flattering smile.

"Oh, isn't this Sister March? What wind blew you here today?"

March 7th: "..."

Yan Huan said, "Oh dear, look at me. You've been standing here so long, I completely forgot about you."

He pulled out a pack of Furong Wang cigarettes from his pocket—the very pack from the train.

He took one out and held it to March 7th's lips.

"Sister March, want one?"

"Hehe." Yan Huan chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the cigarette against March 7th's pretty face. "Sister March, say something. Don't be like this, I'm scared..."

March 7th's face darkened, and her pink-and-blue eyes now looked utterly hollow.

"Hehe."

She snapped the cigarette Yan Huan offered her in half and slowly walked toward him.

One step.

Then another.

With every step she took, the surrounding staff's hearts seemed to skip half a beat.

"Great! Nice break! Give me another one! Another one!" Yan Huan delightedly offered her another Furong Wang cigarette.

March 7th lowered her head.

"Today... one of us has to die."