"Purple Pupil, what are you talking nonsense?" Wang Zinuo asked. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"No, nothing. Purple Pupil's heart was empty, what she didn't understand, she finally saw the result on the stone slab, and at the same time, the dark fear in her heart began to emerge little by little, and it was eating away at her soul, she didn't want to leave an illusory shell in this world—she didn't want to!

Wang Zinuo didn't ask any more, but said happily: "Zi Lan has got the answer - Dobra is still alive! Let's get ready to leave for Guangling!"

"Good. She replied, her eyes suddenly wanting to burst into tears, so she hurried out and said, "I'll go first!"

"See you tomorrow!"

-- Who am I? Who is Purple Pupil? It's just a superfluous thing! It's not like that, it's not! Absolutely not...... But there seems to be only one answer to all this. Is all this true? or is it fake? Is it just a story in a painting? Is it that everyone is born to act according to the script until the curtain call? Is fate really so unfair? She is not afraid of the darkness now, but of the flickering lights, and the light or the darkness is not up to her!

Purple Pupil walked back to her new dormitory, and there were turbulent waves rolling in her uneasy heart -- she doubted again and again, and she wanted to believe something, and she was obviously resistant, but she wanted to force herself to accept it! She didn't cry anymore, but she was so discouraged that her tears dried up. She will never forget the scene on the stone slab, and she still remembers the collapse of that moment. That image was repeated in her mind countless times, and each time it was bullying her, trampling on her, and ravaging her! It was like a person who had just seen a little light was about to be swallowed up by darkness again, and a person who had just risen from the bottom of the valley was about to fall again. People who once struggled to piece together their souls now just want to swallow the soul fragments and let out a haughty roar with their wounded throats!

She's going to prove that she really exists!

Zi Tong returned to the new dormitory, and staged that familiar scene again-packing his backpack, only this time more firmly, and said, "Ling Junyi, no matter where I go, are you willing to follow me?"

"Respectfully!" Ling Junyi immediately agreed-because where he was, it must be the harbor of the purple pupil.

Purple Hitomi had already packed the things she needed into that somewhat old backpack, and only said one word: "Go!"

"You're going to ...... Get out of here?"

"Hmm. If you don't want to, you can not follow me, anyway, we are not one......" Purple Hitomi picked up the purple backpack and said before leaving.

Ling Junyi happily took her hand and said, "I will accompany you until I can't love you." ”

Purple pupils nodded silently, unable to smile on her face, but there was a trace of sorrow in her heart. She walked with him to the conference room, which was quiet, and it was probably night.

Zi Tong stepped up again, and was about to walk out of the conference room, when suddenly- "Huh...... Haha......ha

"Who?" Although Purple Hitomi knew that the fairy was Xinqi's friend, if she was also the banshee who had kidnapped Dobra, she couldn't pretend that nothing had happened and walked away.

"Knock knock......" There was also a strange sound from the ceiling, as if someone was walking on it, like a prelude to a ghost coming out of a supernatural movie.

"I want to go up and have a look. Purple Hitomi looked at the ceiling that seemed to be falling, her heart still beating normally in her chest, no matter what was on it - she was not afraid!

Ling Junyi accompanied her to sit on a chair and went to Xinqi's former residence above.

The orange light is lit up, and it is a beautiful artistic conception. "Huh, he, hey, hey......" The laughter was low, as if it was close at hand.

As soon as the purple pupil shouted, "Come out!" she saw a blurry shadow leap from front of her to the depths of the room at a speed that her eyes could barely catch.

She followed the shadow, and saw that there was a study, only a delicate and elegant bookcase, and there was no place to hide, could that thing--still be invisible?

Purple Pupil carefully examined this bookcase, which was full of books, like black and white piano keys, a little monotonous, but with a unique beauty.

She took out a book with a black cover, opened it and saw that there was not a single word on the white pages inside.

Curious, she took out a few more, the white books were on black paper, the black books were on white paper, and all the books seemed to be the same—no words!

She was utterly disappointed. She was tired and tired now, but she didn't dare to fall asleep, she was afraid to see him, and then she would wake up and find that she was already a thing that didn't exist at all...... She didn't dare to tell anyone about the scene she saw on the stone slab, she just wanted to find some inspiration in Xinqi's book, but unexpectedly, not a word was left for her......

"Tick, answer. Di ...... "Aren't tears silent? Could it be my auditory hallucination?" Zi Tong looked around, and then put his eyes back on the book, only to notice that the indifferent handwriting slowly emerged...... She looked at the page she turned to with a sentence:

"One day, you'll understand that it's not a coincidence, it's predestined. ”

Zitong just sighed, reading has always been a kind of enjoyment, but reading Xinqi's book is to enjoy it while crying......

She turned to the next page, and there was still only one sentence on it:

You are a girl chosen by the story.

She couldn't wait to flip through the words on the next few pages:

This chosen girl is not innocent, nor is she pure and kind.

She can be stupid, but sometimes she is overly smart.

She is very good at running away, but she can also get lost. Many people tell her the path she wants to take in the future, and she herself just wants to follow her own wishes and follow the path she likes. She was so lucky to have reached her destination by mistake.

Purple Pupil blinked, pondering the words on this page, and she suddenly had a dream, she wanted to go the way he walked, to read the books he had read—she wanted to go wherever he went!

But this impulse was soon forgotten, and she continued to read with bated breath what seemed to be the book he had written for her......

She can be weak, but she must not back down! She doesn't say a word, just to make a splash!

When she does things, she never thinks about whether she has time, but whether she is in the mood. For her, there are only two kinds of moods: good and bad. When she's in a bad mood, she's the enemy of the whole world.

She will envy the happiness that others have, but she never wants to copy or imitate others. If she couldn't wear a pair of one-of-a-kind shoes, she would rather run barefoot.

She's just an ordinary, not-so-normal girl. She'll be afraid of the dark, she'll make mistakes, and she'll run away from ...... In fact, she is not that good, she is just after being deceived, indifferent, and hurt again and again, she finally decides - as long as she is not dead, she will do what she should do - do her best!

……

The pages between her fingers flew and she watched with pleasure, completely forgetting that she was chasing the banshee. Without that terrifying laughter, Ling Junyi looked at her without speaking, and the world was so quiet that only the small words between the lines remained. Xinqi's words have such a charm - go to the heart!

She read one book after another, even on the top shelf—and she had to tiptoe to take it down even if she couldn't reach it.

Black and white, she saw his meaning, very pure, very profound! He was very clear between praise and criticism, his handwriting had a joyful and sad expression, and although she was in tears, she did not cry or laugh in her heart -- if he was still alive, the first thing she would do was to tell him, your handwriting is too vague, and your mind is too clear! If he was still alive and heard what she said, how would he answer? He might reply, she thought, that it is not necessary to write beautifully, but it is important to write in your own style. Write in a way that others can understand at a glance...... She was fantasizing again, although she couldn't remember what kind of person the person named "Xinqi" in her heart was.

She closed the book and exhaled deeply, with a faint bookish ink in her heart. Her hand brushed over the bookcase as if she were playing with the keys of black and white, and she couldn't say how beautiful it was, but at least she wasn't disappointed. She is doing what she likes, no one forces her anymore, she just wants to read quietly and think silently like she is now......

"Smack. A black and white pen fell to the ground from the last book she was looking at. She picked up the pen and opened the cap. The sharp tip of the pen can really be used as a weapon, but on this gentle paper, there is no battlefield, only the chapter without an end. She was now looking at the last book on the bookcase, and there were still very touching words written on it, who was the "she" he was talking about? Is it really me? Or is it another me?

This is the last page, and it is still one sentence:

This girl who has been working hard, I am with you!

At the back, there is a blank ...... The pen stopped from this page. When the lingering thoughts came to an abrupt end, she was just numbing her heart, and then grabbed the pen in her hand and added a sentence under that line of words:

"This girl isn't trying hard enough, because she never gives up!"

But with the vigorous and powerful drop of the exclamation point, she woke up again—he was gone, and he couldn't see what she had written...... "But, it doesn't matter, I'm not here anyway," she thought.