[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

The ear was warm, and it seemed that there was hot and bloody blood rolling around inside.His eyes were hot and blurry, his limbs were weak, his whole body was limp as if he had a high fever, but his skin felt extremely cold to the touch.

Enid suddenly found that she had been moved among the flowers.There is no warmth in the sun on the body, only the icy cold soaked in the bone marrow, and the endless pain.And she couldn't smell a trace of flowers.

"You can bask in the sun here." Eric said to her softly, "I'm going out to do some errands."

Because the voice was too soft, she actually struggled to hear it.But it is not very difficult for Enid to guess what Eric said at this time.

So she pretended to understand and just nodded with a hard smile.

Eric stared at her silently for a moment, then suddenly bent down, and kissed Enid's forehead reverently and tenderly.

Then, he took several steps backwards, staring at her face all the time.It wasn't until he finished walking the cobblestone path in the garden that he reluctantly turned around, and then resolutely opened the door and went out.

From the beginning to the end, Enid stared at him with warm eyes.It wasn't until his figure disappeared at the door that she turned her head sideways with all her strength, and then sighed silently.

"Tracey, Trish..." she yelled feebly, trying to tap her fingers on the armrest.

Within a few minutes, the alert and quiet maid quietly appeared in front of her.

Enid looked at her and smiled, and said with difficulty: "Hold me up... I don't want to bask in the sun anymore, let me sleep for a while. If I haven't woken up at four o'clock in the afternoon, you can wake me up, okay?" ?"

The maid named Tracy hesitated for a while.

"Okay, miss." She finally said, and carefully hugged Enid, holding it in her arms, as carefully as a baby, "but can I ask you for a leave? I'm afraid today I can only serve you until about six o'clock in the afternoon. Something happened at home, one of my children is sick, and I will go back to take care of him at night."

Everything seemed so coincidental, as if pointing her to a doomed ending.

"Okay." Enid smiled slightly, and she said softly, "Actually, you can go back during the day, I really don't have anything to serve here."

Tracy shook her head resolutely: "That's impossible, miss. Your body is so delicate and precious." She was worried, "This place is so remote and so big, only you and Mr. Eric live, What would you do if we were gone? I am very sorry to ask for the night's leave. Please don't make me ashamed again."

Enid stopped insisting.

"Okay then." She said, feeling drowsy and her body was cold, "I...I want to sleep." As soon as the words fell, Tracy felt the head of the young lady in her arms tilted, and she was resting on her shoulder I fell asleep quietly, feeling distressed for a while.

The maid stared at the young lady in her arms.She was so thin, so quiet, as light as a feather, and yet so beautiful.

The world seemed to be silent because of her deep sleep.

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At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, it snowed again in Paris.

The maid Trish stood by the window, staring in amazement.This is a heavy snow that has never been seen before. The snowflakes are as big as goose feathers, fluttering and fluttering, and soon the ground is covered with thick snow and white.The flowers and plants outside the window were covered by heavy snow, like a quilt covered with duck down.

This scene is really beautiful and peaceful, but it makes people feel a sense of fear and loneliness for no reason.

Trixie covetously looked at the color of the snow. On the one hand, she felt that the young lady would like it, but on the other hand, she was worried that her body would not be able to withstand the cold. It seemed that she would have to burn the fireplace more vigorously later.It was also mixed with worries about how I would get home later.

I don't know how my husband will come back tonight?Trish thought.She knew that her husband was the famous composer Eric in Paris, and she also knew that tonight was the day when the ghostly work "Triumph of Don Juan" was staged.

Mr. Eric left early to do his last work.When he went out, the weather didn't show any signs of snow, and it was even a rare sunny day, so she didn't prepare an umbrella for him, what should I do?

But presumably there will be a carriage to send the husband back, even if it is difficult to travel in snowy weather, he will not suffer any hardships.Thinking of this, Tracy felt relieved again.I just couldn't help but sigh, Miss's body, I'm afraid I won't be able to watch Mr.'s opera performance.

She looked at the snow reluctantly for a while, and then looked back at the clock. It was almost four o'clock as the lady told her.So he raised his skirt and went up the stairs, intending to wake up the young lady as instructed.

However, when Trish pushed open the door and was about to go to the bedside to call the lady, she saw that the blond girl who she thought was still asleep had sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, and looked towards her when she heard the sound.His expression was tired and calm, but also gentle and firm.

The blond hair was scattered like seaweed on her shoulders, and the exposed earlobes were like smooth pearls.She is like a mermaid princess waking up in a sea shell.

"Dress up for me, Tracy." She heard the young lady order.

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When it comes to grooming, it is actually not as complicated as it is generally said.

Enid wasn't much of a groomer, and she couldn't see the point in doing so now.It's nothing more than combing hair and changing clothes and shoes.But because she was too weak, and she was out of breath when she moved a little, the two of them struggled for nearly an hour before finishing it.

Enid changed back into the clothes she had come in.The gray robe, which has been washed a little white, is thin in the hand, very old.Shoes are also the cheapest and most common style, looking unremarkable.However, it was precisely because it was worn on her body, it looked so appropriate, serene, as if radiating light.

Countless dust is born with light.

Her hands are white and thin, and her face is dignified and gentle.The blond hair was pulled back, half-tucked in the lowered hood.The whole person is like a goddess who has gone through disasters in a Greek portrait, calm and soft.The body and bones are thin, but the expression is plump.

Tracy stared at her in surprise, as if discovering how beautiful Miss was for the first time.

In fact, she never dresses up or modifies, but she just reveals her original look and reveals her innermost truth.The elegant and melancholic temperament of the princess, the gentle and firm dream of the homeless girl, and the brightest and most magnificent hope and freedom of the mermaid princess... This soul is so rich that it is difficult to connect with others, and it is not accepted by the world today.

Enid glanced at herself in the gilded full-length mirror, her lips were as pale as cherry blossoms on the snow.

She said, "Okay, Eric will be back soon. You go down and get him something to eat, and then listen to his orders. I'm afraid he will be busy for an hour or two. After that, when he leaves, you You can go home."

Tracy asked her anxiously and anxiously: "So what about you? Miss, what about you?"

"Me?" Enid asked back funny, "I'll just sit here for a while and read a book, what can I do?"

Tracy thought about it, and laughed at herself for being careless before, so she bid farewell to Enid and went downstairs.The host is going to participate in an opera performance tonight, which consumes a lot of energy, so it is better to prepare a meal for him earlier.

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After Tracy left, Enid did not go to school as she said before.

On the contrary, she just flipped through the collection of poems that Eric often read and sang for her these days, then put them aside, and stared at the bleeding feet of the Little Mermaid on the cover of "Andersen's Fairy Tales" with gentle and sad eyes.

Enid put on a thick cloak, she felt a little cold.A small stove was lit in the room, and the window lattices were covered with crystal-clear and beautiful ice and snow, and snowflakes like goose feathers were falling, like a gentle and sad world in a fairy tale.

"What a heavy snow." She murmured to herself, her face pale.

Enid pondered for a moment, picked up a quill, and scribbled something at the desk.

"For a person, she has strength and vulnerability beyond self-imagination. But what is it that maintains the balance? It is love, which I understand as the strength that comes from the soul, and it is also the strength of our death when we die. The only thing you can take with you. It makes death so easy. Those who love will never fear death."

"My sea is getting closer to me... I'm going back to the place where I was born. A boundary bridge stretches out from under my feet, connecting to the sky, and going to a distant place. I walked up and found that the boundary bridge behind me began Disappeared. I walked on it, like walking on a preordained path, a predestined path because of my own choice. I can't stop, I can't turn back. When did the flames burn? They are chasing me, they are burning everything, Licking the corners of my skirt, urging me back to my mother's arms."

"I am happy and calm. I will face my destiny without fear of any pain."

After finishing writing, she collected the scrolls and threw them into the fire, where they were quickly burned.

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"I'm walking on the boundary bridge."

In the living room on the first floor, Eric had hurried back from the wind and snow.His cloak was wet with snow, which showed how hurried and hard he was on the road.But at this moment, he didn't seem to feel the hard work.

The performance is from midnight until 03:30 in the morning.The opera is extremely long, and it is arranged at midnight full of dreams and madness, which is logically absurd.But out of trust in the singer's voice and the excitement of peeking at the secrets of the ghost, the audience is still raging.

Tickets were sold out many months ago, and now the whole opera house is busy preparing for it.Eric used to give orders as a phantom in the past.

At such an important moment, he should have been busy there until night, not allowing the slightest flaw in his art.But he came back anyway, hurriedly took two mouthfuls of salad, and rushed back in the wind and snow.

Now, he sat on the sofa in the living room, ridiculously holding a cup of hot tea, his clothes soaked.The maid Tracy is busy in the kitchen, trying to cook a good meal for him.

But Eric's attention was not on her.

His gaze was empty, as if looking at the corner of the stairs, but also as if he didn't.He said to himself:

"I'm walking on the boundary bridge, I can't stop and I can't turn back."

His sigh is a mockery of himself and a sharp sword of pain.It is the dignity of self-deception and the final struggle and self-persuasion.

"The flames are chasing me! The boundary bridge behind me is being burned, and I have no way out..."

"Kristine? Enid? Who will replace my soul, who will answer my answers."

"Only me. For so many years, I have only been despicable and ridiculous, cherishing the ugly man salvaged from this stinking ditch. I have everything and I have nothing. In the end, what keeps me from going to hell alone is also Only this song is left."

His voice is so lonely and far away, in the empty living room, it can't help but make people cry.

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Since five o'clock, Eric and Enid, one sitting in the downstairs living room and the other in the upstairs room, are silently thinking about their own affairs, and have no intention of meeting each other.

Like the artist's keen intuition, but also like the tacit understanding between the soul.They were meditating on their own, separated by a floor, and did not disturb each other.It was nearly six o'clock when the maid Tracy put the food on the table and took it away, watched the master eat and was about to say goodbye, Enid slowly came down the stairs.

Eric looked at her, gasping for breath.

It was the gentle and clear girl when I first met, with the sky and the sea hidden in her eyes.At this moment, he was wearing a wanderer's gray robe, with blond hair on his shoulders, standing silently staring at him.Even if there are many patches on the gown and it turns white after washing, it will not damage her beauty.

Amazing his summer, but also gentle his winter.

This is exactly what it looked like when we first saw it.It was as if a pair of miraculous magical hands dressed her up, wiped away the haggard and paleness of the past few days, and restored her original beauty and gracefulness.Clear and peaceful, bright and clean as moist.

Eric was stunned, and Trish watched the scene in disbelief, thinking she had seen a miracle.

"Tracey." The goddess smiled at her, distant and tender, "Don't you want to go back? I'm here to say goodbye to you. Don't worry, there's nothing else going on here. Thank you for taking care of me during this time, you are a caring person Good luck, girl."

Tracy opened her mouth wide, she didn't know what to say but nodded repeatedly: "Miss... Thank you, miss."

She said something incoherent again, to the effect that the medicinal soup and dinner prepared for Enid had been stewed in the kitchen, and they could be eaten after a little heating, and told her to remember to eat.Enid smiled at her, never impatient.

It wasn't until Trixie left almost reluctantly that the house suddenly became quiet.

"Eric?" Enid called to him from the stairs, still softly, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Eric suddenly woke up from the trance just now.His heart was still full of horror and disbelief, as if something was about to leave him.

The appearance of Enid just now is too similar to the girl I met for the first time. The girl who just wandered to Paris has the light of the seabed and the flowers in the mountains in her eyes, but she does not have him.When she smiled and looked at him, he almost lost his voice because of panic, and a thousand arrows pierced his heart.

But upon closer inspection, her hair was still a little dry, and her face was clearly as white as snow, revealing an undisguised haggardness.The moment just now was more like a hallucination...it must be a hallucination.

It's just that her expression is too similar after all.

Eric was about to breathe a sigh of relief, convincing himself that he was wrong.But in the next second, his expression froze suddenly.Gray robe, the gray robe she wore when she was wandering, she was going to...

"Are you leaving?" He blurted out, panicked.

Enid gazed at him silently and went down the stairs.With just one glance, he already knew her answer somewhere.

"You can't..." Eric's words choked up, but he knew it.

"Can't go to your 'Don Juan Night'." Enid said softly, "Sorry, Eric."

He looked at her, his heart was sore and sad, and finally hardened again.

"Alright." Eric pretended to be relaxed, "Your body really can't drag anymore."

Enid just smiled and nodded.

"When are you going to do it?" he asked.

"No rush, after you. I'll watch you go," Enid said. "I'll eat first, and take a final rest."

Eric opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, but nodded silently.

"Oh, oh...that's it. That's fine too."

It was these ordinary conversations that constituted the last meeting between the two.

Enid smiled at him again, turned and walked into the kitchen.Eric stood there for a moment, about to follow, but sat down on the sofa again.The palms are as cold as ice and snow.

In the kitchen, Enid tried to take a bite of the biscuit, chewing slowly.But she quickly spat it out, coughing profusely.Then she tried other foods, none of which worked.He even vomited out the medicine he was used to.

She was not in a hurry to speak up, nor did she go out.He just bent down and quietly cleaned up some filth, as if deliberately killing time in the kitchen.

Eric waited anxiously and restlessly in the living room.

He checked his pocket watch several times, six forty, seven, seven ten, seven fifteen, seven twenty... If it wasn't for the constant sound inside, he would have thought Enid had passed out.

Finally, at seven forty, Eric couldn't wait any longer.Although the performance starts at twelve o'clock, he will appear at the Opera House at least at 08:30. There are still many things to be arranged, and many plans are waiting for him.

He can't delay his choice for what he has given up.

Eric changed clothes, it was the costume for the first show tonight.Belonging to Don Juan, it is gorgeous, flashy, and bright, adorned with small gemstones.Wrapped in a thick black cloak to keep out the cold.The white mask is held in his hand as an important prop, but for some reason he hasn't put it on yet.

Eric was ready to go, he had to go.The corners of his cloak were billowing in the wind, and he had already crossed the living room.And just as he put his hand on the doorknob, the voice he had been waiting for for a long time finally sounded.

It was the "creak" sound of the kitchen door being pushed open, but it sounded like heaven to his ears.Then came Enid's voice, soft and slightly distorted: "Eric, are you leaving?"

He turned his head and saw her fair complexion and blond hair like a waterfall. He nodded: "Yes, I'm leaving."

So Enid also silently nodded to him, her expression still calm and gentle: "Then I wish you happiness and peace."

"And you too," Eric said, feeling a pang of unbearable pain in his heart.He suddenly couldn't bear this deliberately plain but treacherous atmosphere any longer, he pushed open the door forcefully, the snow rushed in with the wind, and strode out.

The snow stopped for a while after six o'clock, and now it started to fall again.

"Goodbye." He said with his back to her, and all she was left with was the sound of the door closing.

Enid tried her best to lean against the wall, looked in that direction for a while, and finally couldn't support herself and fell to the ground.

The smile on her lips withered quickly.

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"No, no, I still don't have the strength. I can't do this." She thought to herself, "I have to sleep for a while, these three hours are too exhausting. If I don't rest for a while, I can't even walk through the courtyard door." Go out, there is so much snow outside."

So Enid stumbled to her room again.Her expression was still calm and gentle, but her thoughts began to be chaotic.If she is still awake, she will definitely find that she is suffering from a high fever, which is an ominous alarm.It's a pity that she is the only one in this villa now.

With abnormal blush on her cheeks like snow, Enid returned to her room with all her strength.She originally wanted to sleep with all her clothes on, so she got up and left after a short rest.But for some reason, he was in a daze, and under the high fever and discomfort, he took off his coat completely.Only the thin white singlet was left as a nightdress.

Enid soon fell asleep.

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At midnight, celebrities and nobles in Paris entered the Paris Opera House one after another.

The men talked loudly, while the ladies exchanged ambiguous glances tacitly, put their heads together, and whispered about the recent gossip.Christine's true love belongs to the ghost or the viscount, and even the twin relationship between the handsome composer Eric and the phantom... As long as you think about it, there is nothing you can't hear.

Shani arrived at Box No. [-] early on, which was the closest place to the stage, and he could jump into it whenever something happened.His heart was full of anxiety, as if something was about to happen.

To stage this devilish opera is forced and helpless!Everyone in the opera house succumbed to the phantom's despotic power, but Christine was fascinated by Eric's friendship.Now she felt somewhat disappointed and doubtful about the phantom, but she didn't want to escape, she just gritted her teeth and changed into a costume, ready to face this former friend or false idol in person.

Viscount Shany supports his lover because he has a plan.He wants to use this opportunity to lure the snake out of the hole, and catch both the phantom and that hateful composer Eric in one go!So that he can no longer interfere with his happy life with Christine...

In the midst of everyone's different thoughts, the performance finally started.

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"Triumph of Don Juan" is worthy of being written by the Phantom, a movement from hell.

From the moment the accordion played the first syllable, the noisy hall fell silent.People with different thoughts can't help but be brought into the world full of secret and crazy love, fantasy and unimaginable pain, arrogance and deep dreams, or show their ugliness when they are excited, or are deeply moved and cry like rain...

The success of this show must have been unprecedented, and no one will ever forget this evening of Don Juan.

This is Eric's victory, and even more so, the Phantom of the Opera's victory.

The performance has been going on for more than an hour, but Christine, who plays the heroine Elvy, always feels restless.

Every paragraph she sang was hesitant, and every word was hidden like hope, but it just matched Elvy's timid and longing mood at the moment, which made the performance even more exciting.

But Christine herself had no time to pay attention to this.

Eric, it's really Eric!Or is that person a phantom?Were they one person, or was the angel and the devil one?Christine was distraught and didn't know what to do.

From the first appearance of the male actor in the opposite play, she recognized the familiar but unfamiliar figure.It was Eric again, Don Juan again, and Phantom again.He wore a feather mask on his face, his voice was soft and seductive, but his expression was unclear.She desperately gave him eye hints, but he ignored them.

Exactly Eric?Or is the phantom in front of her eyes?

The audience just cheered.

Christine was restless.She thought that in one more scene, Elvie would reveal Don Juan's disguise.At that time, is she going to take advantage of the trend to test, or is it that the phantom is waiting for her here?

The brown-haired girl shivered involuntarily, and then received the warm and concerned gaze from Box No. [-], her expression became more determined.

This is also their battlefield.

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Eric is singing, he is singing with unprecedented majestic and strong emotions, like the surging waves!

At this moment he has become Don Juan!His love is frivolous and naive, but his pain is deep and intense.He grasped tightly for the non-existent obsession, and easily discarded what he once cherished... If it is said that people are always like this, it is better to say that he is always making the same mistakes.

This is Eric's Don Juan!

The witch did not deceive him, and his singing came back after all.At the price of a bowl of blood, maybe he has to pay the best love of his life to make up for it.But what can I do?At this moment, Eric doesn't think about anything else, he just sings.

Countless notes are singing and rushing in his blood, pure, coquettish, stained with blood!This is the song that he gave everything to, it is the bell of his soul, it is that he can never give up, and it is never allowed to take it away, it is his weapon and protection!

Eric seemed to be back in the alley after the snow fell that he had just walked on after the exchange.

He sang freely, stretching his soul, as if he was the only one left in the world, and no one could hear his singing.But in an instant, he was pulled back to the brightly lit stage, singing loudly, swaying broken love and intense fantasy.

He sang, sang, and opened his arms.For the first time in my life, in front of so many people, I received the applause and cheers won by the charm of music.The whole opera house fell for him at this moment, but he was full of sadness and wild happiness.

Sing, sing, tears overflowed from the eyes, flowed down the cheeks, and wet the collar.

He is still singing.

Suddenly, he felt someone approaching him amidst dizzy happiness and sorrow.Taking a closer look, it's Elvy, it's Kristen Daye.The beautiful maiden whom he loved plucked up his courage and sang:

"We past point of no return

We can't go back..."

There seemed to be a flash of light in front of his eyes, and when Eric came back to his senses, his mask had been taken off.

He looked at Christine in astonishment, and what greeted him was the painful and incredible gaze of the brown-haired girl.

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late at night.In the suburbs of Paris, in the villa of the composer Eric.

Enid was awakened by a sudden silence.

She didn't turn on the light, her eyes were full of darkness, her mind was dizzy and hot, and the pain in her body gradually became unbearable.The heart seems to be held by an invisible big hand, and it is beating hard, but it will inevitably burst into pain and die.

She was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe, but she couldn't cry out, her voice was dead in her throat.It is near-death torture.

Enid stumbled out of bed and walked out, holding on to the doorknob.She doesn't know what she's doing, but she's going outside.Some voice seemed to be calling her somewhere, some force was pulling her.

She listened attentively:

"Past the point of no return

On this road of no return..."

The world is silent, but there is some strange wind that sends the thick and soft singing of the opera house to this remote place.Is this hallucination?Or the cruel and beautiful truth that is happening?

Enid's footsteps suddenly stopped, and her body shook a few times, as if in convulsions.She felt like stepping on a sharp knife on the soles of her feet, bleeding every step of the way, as if she had become a tortured little mermaid, enduring suffering.

But she kept going.

"No going back now

There is no turning back,"

The snow outside is getting bigger and bigger, and the world is so quiet and peaceful.Enid's vision was still dark and blurry.The heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp knife, and every inch of his body was tortured by severe pain.

She bit her lip and insisted on walking out.

"Ourpassion-playhasnowatlastbegun

Our passionate game is now finally on. "

She wants to leave here, she has to go out, somewhere outside is calling her, pulling her, calling her.

Enid's thinking has begun to blur, but her heart, which is on the verge of being broken, seems to be strongly inspired, supporting her to take one step, one step, and another step.

what is that?what is itHer vision was dark, but there was a clear light ahead, outside the door, in a more distant place.This force dragged her aching and collapsing body, and walked out step by step.

She fumbled for the doorknob.

"Pastallthoughtofrightorwrong

No more thinking about right or wrong,"

It was as if a cold wind was blowing against my face.All of a sudden, her soul became relieved, lightened, and she was about to fly away, but was imprisoned by this body.The pain began to recede like a tide, replaced by a heavy and weary warmth, wrapping her thickly and dragging her.

The five senses began to fade, becoming blurred and colorless.The memory is mixed and the world is in chaos.Enid no longer has a mind, now it is the mind that drags her, the soul drags her, and she accepts it almost with joy, as if at home.

"One final question

last question,"

The soul is the hometown!Where is her soul going?

"How long should we two wait before we're one

How long will it be before we become one? "

It is light, it is free will, it is the longed-for distance, and it is attracting the initially melancholy and sad soul to embark on the journey.

"When will the bloodbegintorace

When does the blood start boiling? "

She's getting out of here, she's getting back on her way.Her wanderings are also her hometown.

"The sleeping bud burst into bloom

Sleeping buds burst into bloom? "

She has to go.

"When will the flames at last consumeus

When will the flames of passion consume us? "

Enid didn't hesitate anymore, she pushed open the door forcefully, and staggered into the courtyard.

"Past the point of no return

On this road of no return,"

She was only wearing a thin white jacket, and she stepped on the snow with bare feet.His face was pale from the cold, but he didn't seem to feel the cold.On the ground behind him, there was a long and winding line of blood.

"The final threshold

The last shackles,"

She walked forward with difficulty, difficult and persistent.

"The bridge is crossed so stand and watch it burn

The boundary bridge has been burned, and look back to see it destroyed!

...We've passed the point of no return

We are on the road of no return. "

In a distant place, deep male voices and passionate female voices are singing in chorus.

"The Boundary Bridge has been burned..."

"—we can't go back."

Enid struggled forward, a smile gradually appearing on her face.

Her figure finally melted into the snowstorm.

———The end————

She walked on the moonlit snow, and her heart was as cold as ice.

She returns home with her soul, with the music and wishes in her heart.

The author has something to say: *The ending will be released in the next chapter, and you can buy it freely according to the synopsis.Ending three chapters + epilogue, the epilogue corresponds to the last two endings.Or you can freely he, and make up for "One Hundred Ways of Dressing as Tracy and Reversing BE" [a side story that was canceled because it was seriously inconsistent with the style of the full text].

*The lyrics are "Phantom of the Opera-Past the point of no return"/The last four sentences are changed from "Dancer".