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Nitrate clicked his tongue, and said directly: "It's just a lovelorn, why are you so decadent?"

"It's not like the Ono Nozomi I know anymore."

Xiyin grabbed her hair and raised her eyelids to look at her, "Don't worry about me...it's just that I'm a little tired."

She frowned in distress, "Suddenly I can't figure out what to do and what to do."

Seeing her friend's worried expression, she calmed down and said with a smile: "I don't have to worry... When I decided to fall in love, I knew that I would have a broken relationship one day, but I didn't expect it to end so soon, and I just felt a little uncomfortable. "

"...I really didn't expect it to end like this."

Who would have thought?

The two fell silent and had dinner quietly.

Xiyin had a bad appetite, so she picked and ate and said she was sleepy, and wanted to sleep a little longer. Seeing her listless, Nitzi suggested, "Actually, in our line of work, there is a lot of pressure, no It’s hard work to have some fun.”

She took out a somewhat wrinkled soft cigarette case from her pocket, skillfully took out a cigarette and put it in her mouth, then handed one to Xiyin: "Would you like to try it, it's amazing."

Xi Yin took it from her hand, sniffed it close to her nose, frowned and said, "I still can't stand the smell."

Xia Youjie also smokes, but compared to nitro, he is really stressed, and sometimes he would smoke a pack in a day or two.

But he knew that she didn't like the smell of cigarettes, and he never smoked in front of her. Even before he came to see her, if he smoked, the smell would dissipate.

Seeing her, Nitro's eyes gradually blurred again, and he grinned and said, "This thing is not for smelling, you have to try it to see if you like it."

Because Xiyin thought of her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, she had some desire to try.

Seeing that she didn't refuse, Niozi lit the cigarette with a lighter and motioned to her.

Xi Yin followed her example and lit a cigarette, dark red sparks ignited, wisps of smoke rose, the old smoker took a puff comfortably, and said to Xi Yin: "Don't just stare, breathe in, Then swallow it."

Xiyin tried it, and was choked to cough again and again. Nitro patted her on the back and said, "It was like this at the beginning, just get used to it, and continue."

Xi Yin felt that she would have to cough up her lungs if she tried again, so she shook her head and begged for forgiveness: "I really can't bear the smell, please forgive me."

"Looks like you're not fit to smoke,"

Nitro regretted: "Life is missing a lot of fun."

She still refused to give up: "Then why don't you try wine? Wine is a good thing. It doesn't taste good when it first enters your throat, but it smells delicious after drinking it. It can also make you forget about unhappy things."

Xi Yin was a little moved, and asked with a smile: "Do you have wine? Call someone to deliver it now?"

Nitro is an old smoker, but Xi Yin has never seen her drink.

"Of course there is, and it's a treasure."

Nitro smiled, "I'll go back and get it, just wait for me, we'll come here today so we won't get drunk!"

Not long after, she came over with a cardboard box. Xiyin thought it was beer, but when she opened it, she found that it was foreign wine with a high alcohol content.

She glanced at the English description on it, and said to Niatzi, "Are you confident in your drinking capacity?"

Nitro was also modest, "You can't say you won't get drunk after a thousand cups, but there are people who don't get drunk after a hundred cups."

She uncapped the bottle, poured two cups, gulped down, then stuck out her tongue and pushed another cup in front of Xiyin.

Xiyin picked it up and smelled it, and found the taste to be acceptable, so she frowned and drank it down.

It really didn't taste good, like swallowing a ball of fire, and then, the heat of the cremation bursting into the forehead to make people edify.

"It's not bad,"

She looked at Nitro with a smile: "It's like being in love."

"Even if it's only for now, please forget about being in love." Niatz looked at her unbearably, and drank her another glass.

Xiyin shook the wine glass, took a sip, and was a little worried: "What if I become a drunkard if this continues."

Nitro looked at her slightly flushed cheeks and felt that she was a little drunk, "Go ahead and drink while you can."

"We conjurers have a special physique, and our spell power will gradually adapt to the influence of alcohol. It becomes harder to get drunk each time. If it wasn't for being with you, I wouldn't be willing to drink it. It's rare to get drunk."

Glass said so, with a sincere regret expression on his face.

Xiyin was amused by her, and decided to live up to her friend's kindness, so she had a glass with Nitzi, and I drank one glass at a time.

After half an hour, three or two empty wine bottles were dumped by the table. Xiyin rested her forehead with one hand, and was unconscious—she drank half of the bottle at most.

After drinking at least two bottles of nitro, I still feel slightly smoky.

She covered her mouth and yawned, helped Xiyin to lie down on the bed, and then went back to the dormitory to sleep.

Xiyin was awakened by thirst in the middle of the night.

She propped herself up and sat up, feeling that she had been tricked by the nitrous.

The feeling of being drunk can only be said to be okay, but after waking up, it is really uncomfortable, the headache feels like it is about to burst, not only that, but also an indescribable discomfort all over the body.

She staggered into the bathroom and rinsed her body under the shower head. The slightly hot water poured on her skin, which slightly relieved her headache, but the indescribable discomfort did not get any better.

She vaguely felt a kind of coldness permeating from the depths of her body, but it couldn't go away. When she touched her body, she felt slightly hot, and the feeling of being cut was extremely uncomfortable.

It's not a fever, is it?

Xiyin shook her head, thinking, she will never drink again next time, alcohol and tobacco are very suitable for Nitro, but not for her.

She has to find fun and pastimes that suit her.

After wiping off the water on her body, she put on her nightgown, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the misty mirror in the corner of the shower room.

Xiyin walked to the mirror, wiped off the mist with her hands, and looked at her pale and indifferent face that gradually became clear in the mirror.

She touched the girl's face in the mirror with her slender fingers, thinking, whether it is passion, faith, faith, or desire, I must find something to support myself through this long life.

In the mirror, she lowered her head slightly, her fragile and misty expression made Xiyin feel strange.

'It turns out that after wearing the mask for a long time, will it gradually melt into my flesh? '

Thinking of this, Xiyin couldn't help feeling a little funny.

The girl in the mirror smiled, sad and fragile, shaken and blurred.

Xi Yin frowned, thinking, this is not me.

'She' looked up at her outside the mirror, and asked softly: "Don't you love Jie? Why are you so unfeeling, not only willing to walk with him, but also unwilling to lie to him and say something that will wait for him?"

Xiyin raised the corner of her mouth, smiled mockingly and coldly, and asked 'her', "Love? Do you know what that is, do you have that kind of thing?"

The girl in the mirror smiled sadly: "Yeah, you don't love Jie, you don't love anyone, your heart is empty."

Xiyin curled her hair with her fingers, and said coldly, "That's right, so what?"

The reflection in the mirror is like the mask she has been accustomed to wearing for a long time. Over time, falsehood becomes true, and coldness gradually becomes warm.

The 'mask' is pale and fragile like a thin ceramic product, and when you bow your head and cry, it looks like a free, fragile, fleeting illusion.

Ohno Xiyin looked at 'her' coldly outside the mirror, and her expression became impatient and disgusted——since Xia Youjie left, she became impatient, whether it was towards others or herself, she had begun to tire of Dai Wearing a mask of weakness to show others, and living a life of harmlessness.

But after all, she has been acting for a long time. During the time when she fell in love with Jie, she acted with extra care, so the mask seemed to have taken root in her heart. Now that she has the determination to strip it off, she unexpectedly It hurts too.

But even so, she was Nozomi Ohno after all.

The witch who is cold, tortures others, and enjoys pain, now that she has made up her mind, she must take off this meaningless 'mask' that only makes people feel disgusted and disgusted.

In the mirror, 'her' struggles continued.

"If you love Jie...no, even if it's not love, as long as your liking is not fake, you shouldn't give up so easily."

"He obviously just went the wrong way, why don't you keep him...why don't you want to go with him?"

Xiyin watched 'her' perform with cold eyes, and perfunctorily cheered her up: "Ah, why?"

'She' mourned and wept, seemingly unable to speak, she watched for a while, and felt that if she continued to watch like this, 'she' might be able to cry all night.

It's really annoying, thinking about it, Xiyin already planned to go back to sleep.

At this moment, the 'she' in the mirror suddenly raised her head, the dark purple pupils couldn't see any light, like two bottomless deep wells.

How can there be a tear on that pale and bloodless face?

There was even a smile on the corners of her pale pink lips, mocking and cold.

It turned out I was wrong, it wasn't a mask, it was me.

Xiyin thought in a daze.

Her lips parted slightly in the mirror, and she asked curiously and viciously: "You don't love Jie, and you don't like him that much...so you don't want to fall into a hopeless hell with him. If so, what are you missing and sad about?" Woolen cloth?"

Xiyin tilted her head in disgust: "How can I be lost, how can I be sad?"

The witch in the mirror looked at her out of the mirror with compassion and mockery, "Don't you feel it?"

Xiyin looked at her indifferently, her expression as indifferent and firm as a stone sculpture.

But witches are best at spying on people's hearts and piercing people's pain points.

"Don't deny it, how can you not be sad?"

In the mirror, she looked at her tenderly and tolerantly, just like looking at a wayward child.

"Even if it's not a hobby, you've tried your best after all. Don't you know Xia Youjie better than anyone else, and watch him more seriously than anyone else?"

"Although you know that the hope is slim, you still hope that he can get out of this confusion. Don't make mistakes, at least, at least don't fall too fast, and fall to a miserable situation that even you don't want to see or think about. .”

"But it's a pity. There are no miracles in this world. As you expected, all efforts are in vain."

The witch stared at her lovingly and viciously, and asked softly: "You expect so much, work so hard, but the result is still irreversible and irreversible, why don't you feel sad?"

Xiyin had a splitting headache.

She knelt down on the floor, with shards of glass in front of her.

The already cold water dripped from her hair and body to the floor, and also soaked through the thin pajama fabric, bringing an uncomfortable sticky touch.

Xiyin supported her head, and let out a groan impatiently.

I really can't drink anymore in the future, she thought in a daze, and then thought of what Nitzi said, that the mantra will gradually adapt to alcohol, and the more you drink, you will have patience, so you decide to take advantage of this time to drink a few more times to adapt to alcohol. Forget the impact.

The shattered mirror reflected her emaciated and distressed appearance at this moment. Xiyin reached out to pick it up, but her blunt limbs did not control the angle and strength, and her slender white fingers were cut all at once, and the bright red blood It was overflowing, and it took her two or three seconds before she even felt the pain.

However, the physical pain made me feel sober, and even the headache improved a lot.

Xi Yin staggered to his feet, pulled off the towel and spread it on the debris, then sat back on the floor weakly.

At this time, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Is it nitro?

She tilted her head, and her dull thoughts couldn't figure out why she had to knock on the door even if she had a key.

The knock on the door paused for a moment, and seeing that there was no answer from the person inside, it rang again, becoming more hasty and louder.

Xiyin said, "It's inconvenient for you to open the door yourself."

Then, she heard a blunt sound, and the door of the dormitory room was kicked open.

Xiyin felt strange, and looked up, but the person blocking the door was not Nitzi, but a tall, white-haired DK who was like a wall.

At this time, those azure blue eyes, like the miniature of the clear sky, were staring at her in shock.

He doesn't think I'm self-harming, does he?

Xiyin just didn't want him to see herself in such a mess.

She raised her head and asked him strangely and annoyedly: "It's so late, why are you looking for me?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly looked away as if being burned, stared at the floor in the corner of the room and said, "I just came back from the high school, and I happened to 'see' that something is wrong with you..."

He had good eyes and was a nuisance.

Xi Yin stared at him without speaking.

The white-haired DK hesitated for a while, but didn't come into the room after all.

Xiyin's long wet hair hung loose on her body, and the light nightgown was soaked with water.

On her cut finger, the blood dripped down and mixed with the water stains on the floor.

Her expression was indifferent, but the rigidity she held up could not conceal the fragility and wandering that flowed from her bones. Even if Gojo Satoru didn't use the 'naked eyes' to see, the 'six eyes' vision without blind spots still outlined her appearance at this time.

It was branded in his mind, making his throat tight, and he was at a loss.

Xiyin slowed down for a while, got up and sat on the chair, and said to Wutiao: "I'm fine, I just have a headache, you can go back."

"Don't move, I'll call Nitro."

The six-eyed magician stared at her wound, turned around and left without waiting for her to refute.

It didn't take long before Nitro yawned and was pulled over by the same period.

"How did this happen?"

Seeing Xiyin, Nitro became refreshed, and then glanced at the room, feeling completely out of sleep.

Xi Yin was silent for a while, and complained: "It's all your fault for letting me drink, I have a headache."

Nitro felt that she was being coquettish, blinked and said: "It's okay, the first time you drink it, you will get a headache, but it won't happen in the future, just drink it a few more times."

Then treat her wounds and clean up the room.

Gojo Satoru stood outside the door, neither coming in nor leaving. Xiyin sat on a chair and looked in his direction, but his eyes didn't fall on him, and the two of them froze as if they were competing.