Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

After Miss Bai Ying finished her work, she agreed to lend them the unfinished new book.

Rather than saying that this is a book written by Miss Bai Ying to her lover, it is better to say that this is Miss Bai Ying's imagined daily life with her lover.

In the book, they will look up at the stars together, climb snow-capped mountains, and jump off waterfalls. They will leave the daisy garden side by side and go wandering. They will kiss in the sunset, and they will embrace each other every morning.

They will tell each other their love and pour out their hearts, letting the two of them bear what hurt him/her in the past, and let the two of them enjoy what encouraged him/her. They don't care about each other and firmly believe that the other is their companion in this life.

This book, like the letter, has ten chapters written.

However, the more beautiful the words on the paper describe, the more cruel the reality outside the paper becomes.

No matter whether such a person exists or not, he and Bai Ying will never meet until they die. The deeper the love, the more heartbreaking it is.

No matter how vivid, beautiful and real he is in Bai Ying's world, his existence will never be truly recognized by the world.

Because he is a fictional character created by Bai Ying, a projection of her desire for love. Everything comes from her, and nothing can be independent of her.

In the secular sense, lovers are two individuals who are independent of each other, rather than one being completely dependent on the other.

But... love is inherently unreasonable, and the existence of love itself is illusory enough. When you are already convinced of the existence of the other person, why bother worrying about the authenticity of the one you love.

There is actually no big difference between living in reality and living in the heart in the unpredictable emotional world.

——This is the self-consolation of those who have fallen into this.

They knocked on Miss Baiying's wooden door.

"Can you still write letters?"

Olivia asked.

Miss Bai Ying looks quite lonely:

"You know, he is a dummy. I can't really be with him. I should spend more energy taking care of the little daisies. They need me. "

Olivia was about to nod her head in approval, but was pushed away by Iris, who couldn't bear to watch the whole process:

"You are lying."

She said with certainty:

"The same stone in front of my house is kicked twice every day. After a week, I should have feelings for it. How can I let it go so easily?

"Beings with thoughts can have feelings for dead objects, let alone a living image?

"You just feel that waiting for him is too tiring and not seeing him is too painful, so you want to let go of him so that he can no longer become a scar in your heart.

"But it's undeniable that you really loved him, you were just timid."

Bai Ying fell into silence for a long time.

If it were outside, Iris would not interfere in anyone's private affairs, but this copy even dug out other people's love letters for others to read, and the clearance method was closely connected with it.

The next thing they have to do is probably to trick Miss Bai Ying into writing the last three letters.

Well, it's equivalent to providing psychological counseling to female elves who don't believe in love.

"..."

Olivia succumbed to the power of the copy and planned to do evil together with Iris.

They held Miss Bai Ying in conversation and they were fascinated. Olivia kept fighting with herself mentally, telling herself that "if it's fake, it's fake." While cooperating with Iris to fool Bai Ying, "It doesn't matter if it's fake, it just exists if you believe it." The whole person's mental state was almost torn apart.

While Iris was thinking, "Fortunately, this man is a fake, otherwise it would be an unforgivable crime to persuade someone to get together without knowing the details." She hooked up with Miss Bai Ying and asked about various details of their relationship, trying to make them fall in love. of deep sea.

After the unremitting (forced?) efforts of the two of them, Miss Bai Ying immediately decided to retreat and write letters. The two of them were as anxious as the family members outside the delivery room while being locked out.

Finally, Miss Bai Ying took out the three neatly folded letters and wanted to hand them over to them as usual.

But Iris understands that this copy only reproduces the characters in the original book, and the "White Shadow" in front of her is just an NPC, so she will follow the request of the copy and hand over all the letters regardless of the feelings of the real writer. Tasker.

The real Miss Bai Ying would not hand over words containing her rich emotions to people who are not familiar with her.

Although the identity of "Bai Ying" was originally fictitious, just like the words she used to brainwash Miss Bai Ying, "If you are willing to believe it, it must exist."

As long as the "white shadow" is already a vivid and alive existence in her heart, then the "white shadow" will be like this.

There should also be etiquette respect for fictional characters.

Therefore, Iris spoke crisply:

"The letter has been written. There is no need for us to read love letters written by others. Can we just end it?"

Having been with Ernest for a long time, she also knew a lot about the affairs of the student union. She knew that every activity was supervised and controlled in real time by student union staff and even professors.

She predicted that the story would pretty much end there.

When Miss Bai Ying heard this, she just lowered her head and did not show any doubts about her words and deeds. She was just like a competent NPC who kept silent about the tasker's real-life behavior.

"It has been detected that the progress of copy C-0935 has reached %, and the conditions for ending the copy at any time have been met. The wishes of the participating students have been met, and the copy will be ended soon."

The radio sound sounded as expected, but the sound was very different from before. It no longer sounded like a cold mechanical synthesized sound, but a human voice with real warmth.

I couldn’t tell who it was, but he was probably a working student union worker.

This time the broadcast did not follow the previous style of "concisely and neatly providing information at once", but added another sentence after a delay of more than ten seconds:

"Participants who want to exit the dungeon early are asked to enter the blue space water curtain not far away."

Iris looked at the very familiar teleportation magic water curtain, looked at each other and shook their heads firmly:

"Is there any other way to exit? Can't we wait for the dungeon to end naturally as before? We only said not to read the letter, but not to exit early, right? Is there any inevitable connection between reading the letter and whether to exit the dungeon early?"

A series of questions showed her strong desire to survive. After all, who knows whether the other side of this man-made teleportation magic is the college square or an unknown small dark room.

The cost of her "living" with Olivia last time was extremely heavy. This time, although it was with his acquiescence - they should have expected that Olivia would not give up and make up for it. It's only a matter of time before he goes to bed - but this man has a lot of misdeeds and a criminal record, so he shouldn't be treated like a human being.

A bolder guess, maybe they have been under his surveillance since they first entered the dungeon, and he must have great authority in the activities organized by the student union.

"..."

The broadcaster was silent for a while, then said:

"can."

After completing the task, with sweaty palms, the student union staff put down the microphone leading to the dungeon, and peeked at the president who was standing silently aside. Although he didn't quite understand his behavior - the dungeon was obviously about to end, why did it happen again? He had to waste elements and throw two teleportation spells inside - but he believed that the president had his reasons for doing so.

The main thing was that he really didn't dare to ask questions in front of a face that was so calm that it looked like he could hit someone with a staff in the next second.