Personality V: I will save everything

After the taunting, the clown's face, covered with oil paint and with an exaggerated smile, turned and left like a ghost, leaving only a string of creepy laughter echoing in the air.

"You know what? Although I hate that clown, I have to admit that what he said just now does make some sense." The acrobat frowned and said thoughtfully. Before he finished speaking, he took a step without hesitation and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

The savage looked guilty, and he bowed deeply to Joke and the others to express his apology. Then, he ran away like a gust of wind, closely chasing the acrobat who was getting farther and farther away in front of him.

Spider gracefully bowed to everyone present, then turned around and left the place in small steps.

The scene fell into a dead silence, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze. The dancer looked at Natasha, who looked lonely beside her, and a strong feeling of pity surged in her heart.

She opened her mouth and tried to say a few words of comfort to soothe Natasha's wounded heart, but the words that came to her lips seemed to be choked by something and she couldn't utter them.

Finally, the dancer silently raised her hand and gently took off the exquisite and gorgeous hat on her head.

She held the hat carefully, walked to Natasha, handed it back to her gently, and said softly: "This hat...it should have belonged to you. Now it has been returned to its original owner."

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Natasha tightly grasped the exquisite hat in her hand and lowered her head slightly, as if she wanted to hide herself.

From beginning to end, she kept her lips tightly closed and did not utter a word, but what was heartbreaking was that crystal tears rolled down from her beautiful yet melancholy eyes.

Seeing this scene, Muro's heart suddenly tightened. He hurriedly walked forward, stretched out his hands and gently placed them on Natasha's trembling shoulders, and said softly: "Oh, dear Natasha, okay, don't cry, Natasha. Everything will be fine, believe me."

Mike, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but persuade her, "Don't cry, Sister Natasha. Look, your makeup is all smudged by your tears!"

Sure enough, just as Mike said, Natasha's carefully applied eye shadow was now slowly sliding down her cheeks along with the tears that kept flowing, leaving colorful tear marks on her fair and delicate face, like a painting wet by rain, which made people feel pity.

"Oh, Natasha..." Valletta looked at the heartbroken Natasha and didn't know how to comfort her for a moment. After hesitating for a moment, she gently stretched out her arms and embraced Natasha, trying to give her some comfort with her warm embrace.

People around came forward and tried to comfort Natasha in soft voices, but strangely, Natasha's husband, Jake, was nowhere to be seen.

Everyone looked at each other, wondering: Where did Qiu Ke go at this critical moment?

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the corner of the room. "Okay, it's done! I barely put on the makeup according to my memory. What do you think?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Jack standing in front of a mirror, his face covered with colorful paints, looking like a ridiculous clown.

What was even more surprising was that he seemed completely unaware that Natasha was crying, and was only focused on admiring his freshly put on makeup in the mirror.

I saw Qiu Ke holding a paintbrush in his hand, constantly retouching the details of his face.

The clown makeup he applied this time based on his memory did bear some resemblance to his previous appearance, but in such a situation, his behavior seemed so out of place and inappropriate.

"What on earth are you doing?" Valletta could no longer suppress her inner anxiety and dissatisfaction. She widened her eyes, frowned, and angrily blamed Joke loudly, her voice full of undisguised anger and confusion, "It's already this late, and you still have the mind to care about such an insignificant thing?!"

Facing Valletta's rebuke, Joke just smiled slightly, as if he didn't feel the other party's anger at all, and responded easily: "I'm just doing the task we should have completed~" His tone seemed very calm and composed, even with a hint of imperceptible teasing.

Hearing Joke's irrelevant answer, Valletta's anger was instantly ignited. She raised her voice and almost shouted, "What the hell are you talking about? This is not the time to joke!"

However, Qiu Ke remained unmoved, with that unfathomable smile still on his face, and explained slowly:

"Am I wrong? Just as the owner of the manor told us, no matter how others view or talk about us, that is their own problem. We never need to care too much about how others look at us, because no matter how the outside world changes, we will always be ourselves."

Having said that, Qiu Ke felt that it was time to get to the point, so he slightly restrained his smile, put on a serious expression, extended a hand to Natasha, and invited her warmly:

"Okay, dear Natasha, don't worry about these details. Come over quickly, there is a wonderful performance waiting for us ahead!"

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“Another round of bullets hits my skin,

We withstood the hail of bullets,

Well fire away 'cause today, I won't let the shame sink in,

Unyielding and full of fire,

We are bursting through the barricades,

We passed through many obstacles.

And reach above the sun, we are Warriors,

The clouds will eventually clear and the sun will shine.

Yeah that's what we'll bee,

That’s our future.”

Where does this song come from?

The people in the manor felt very strange, so they opened the windows and looked into the garden!

"Oh my God, what on earth are they doing?" the onlookers couldn't help but say.

Do you find it interesting to pretend to be someone from another world?

As expected, this lousy costume change could not possibly deceive anyone's eyes. Everyone could tell at a glance that it was Jake and the others who were just wearing clothes and makeup from people in another world, but... they could really be recognized at a glance.

So what were they doing? Was it some weird performance? They were singing and dancing in the garden with light snow falling.

"Won't let them break me down to dust,

But I won't let them break me.

I know that there's a place for us,

There is always a piece of pure land that belongs only to us.

For we are glorious,

Because we are different.”

Jack, Natasha, Valletta, Murro and Mike, of course, knew exactly what they were doing, and this was the only significant difference between them and their selves in the other world.

Just like the reflections inside and outside the mirror, they and their selves in that other world have all suffered the same pain and experienced the same events together.

However, there is a boundary between them, like a natural chasm, and its clarity is shocking. This boundary seems to be an insurmountable gap, completely distinguishing the brave from the cowardly.

Only they, these fearless souls, have enough courage to step forward and resolutely face their imperfect past selves. They have no intention of retreating from the past, nor will they hide like ostriches.

Not only that, they can even show their most embarrassing and shameful side to everyone without any scruples. They are so open and calm, as if they have already transcended the worldly perspective and judgment.

This was also what the manor owner had taught them.

He told them: Never be afraid of the things you have experienced. The ridicule and sarcasm of others are just stepping stones on your road to success.

"When the sharpest words wanna cut me down,

When sharp words come,

Gonna send a flood gonna drown them out,

I will drive them back with all my might.

I am brave, I am bruised,

I've been brave, I've been hurt,

I am who I'm meant to be this is me,

I was meant to be different.”

As Natasha was dancing in the garden, her eyes once again turned to the clown on the second floor who was attracted by the singing.

Natasha did not put on makeup again. The makeup on her face was still wet with tears. There was obvious black eye shadow on her face, which were the marks of tears.

Natasha did not choose to erase it, because she felt that this was more like her former self, the cowardly self who was just waiting for redemption.

But she is no longer the same now. It’s funny that she herself doesn’t know why the strong self shed tears because of the clown’s words.

She even felt that it was ridiculous for herself to cry just because of a few words.

Why are you crying?

Natasha suddenly began to recall what happened in the past. If Sergei dared to stand in front of her again...

She would slap him hard.

Natasha looked up at the clown at the second-floor window again. She stomped on the ground hard to the rhythm of the song. When she was sure that the clown was looking at her, she gave him a middle finger.

With the help of the song, Natasha shook her hair vigorously and gave the clown a provocative look.

[Look carefully, this is the real me! The shining me who is always myself!! And you, go to hell, you idiot!!!]

"Look out 'cause here I e,

I will come back.

And I'm marching on to the beat I drum,

I will regroup.

I'm not scared to be seen,

Not afraid of words or worldly matters,

I make no apologies this is me,

Keep going until you die.”

How can I describe this complex feeling? It is a feeling that is hard to describe.

Is your heart filled with pride?

maybe.

When I saw Natasha dancing downstairs, her every little movement, every turn and jump, fell into my eyes one by one like beautiful notes.

Looking back at her past, she always hid behind others timidly, like a frightened deer. But now, she can stand in front of everyone so bravely, confidently showing her own style. How can we not feel amazed and proud!

It was not just Natasha, but the others as well. They dared to put on their old clothes, not afraid of the strange looks from others, and stood downstairs openly, showing their true selves. This courage and unrestrainedness really made people feel sincerely comforted.

Just then, Jack quietly walked behind me and gently put his arm around my shoulders.

He seemed to sense my inner emotions and asked softly, "You look happy?"

"Yes."

Everyone is changing, and it seems that everyone is moving forward, except for me who is standing still.

How should I put it? Are you happy but also lonely?

What a strange feeling...

"I will always be with you, like a shadow."

"I know."