Zhong Zixian, who had remained composed all this time, was the first to tremble. "Why...?"
He had not reacted this strongly even when he saw the wrinkles on Shen Yiwen's face.
They had finally reunited and made it all the way to the exit together, only to have to part again.
Shen Yiwen's eyes grew moist, but she still smiled as she said:
"You go find the fragments. I need to stay here and keep deciphering the Ancient Text. Finding out exactly what part of a person is needed for the repairs is really important."
"This isn't an ordinary library. You haven't been to the second floor, so you don't know, but this place seems to be connected to the Otherworld. There's a lot of information here you won't find anywhere else."
Zhong Zixian quickly calmed down. "Right. We'll destroy this game together."
He was worried about more than being separated from the person he loved.
When no players were playing the game, Shen Yiwen would age much faster than they did.
Lu Mi felt sad too. He had no idea how old Shen Yiwen would be the next time they met.
Shen Yiwen knew this, of course, but she shook her head as if it did not matter.
"This gives me plenty of time, so it's a good thing. Otherwise, deciphering the Ancient Text in just a few dozen days would be next to impossible."
"Besides, I really did live through those ten-odd years. It wasn't a total loss."
Yet she said nothing about the loneliness of waiting alone.
"All right, all right! At this rate, tears are going to lose their value!"
Cheng Cheng's shouting dispelled a little of the sorrow. "Don't worry. We'll come see you often!"
Shen Yiwen said, "See me? But you can't just enter