She was like a silently burning flame, swaying, ready to go out at any moment.
Qin Manjiang could clearly feel her malice. At least at this very moment, she was not lying. She truly wanted to keep him in this world.
But soon, the chill at his neck vanished.
Qin Manyi looked at him with a complicated expression. "Has your resolve really not wavered in the slightest?"
"Wavered?" Qin Manjiang drove on without turning his head. "My wavering ended long ago."
"Can you see into my heart?" Qin Manjiang asked.
Qin Manyi did not answer.
"Tell me, why won't you stay in this world? Here, you have endless time, the people you want to see, and no more torment between life and death..." She seemed to be asking Qin Manjiang, yet also asking herself. She was bewildered, so she sought an answer from him.
"I have no dreams," Qin Manjiang answered calmly.
"I realized very early on that I have no dreams," he said again.
"Living or dying, continuing to sink into the Ghost Story World or struggling in the Real World, the Red Pupil God's arrival or destruction-none of it makes much difference to me."
"Every choice I make comes from everyone else."
Qin Manjiang smiled.
"I can feel their longing for a normal life, so... I want to do my best to fulfill their wishes."
Qin Manjiang rarely told anyone what he truly thought. He really did have no dreams.
There was nothing he particularly cared about, nor any interest he could not give up. If he had to name something... compared to reality, he placed more value on something as intangible as the bonds between people.
Come to think of it, although his being drawn into the [Ghost Story Game] had been inevitable in hindsight, the process