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The boy clearly felt the heavy pressure on himself.
It was completely different from his past interactions with Aili Xiya.
The pressure of being completely relied upon.
The world's top genius, such a beautiful girl, such an insecure person, could actually change all her thoughts with just a few words, it was just like using a cheat, even her mood was at a level where she could be easily manipulated.
If he said something wrong or did something wrong, it could really lead to irreversible side effects... [After you enter, you watch Vil-V complete a series of high-tech operations such as reading the ID card, fingerprinting, and iris scanning. Similar to the building's decoration, a corridor with a steampunk style appears before your eyes.]
[Just what you've seen so far is enough to shatter your worldview.]
[Everything from the past has been shattered in this short period of time, and art that only existed in fantasy has calmly appeared in reality.]
[You originally thought this was an ordinary 20th century, and those technologies should only exist in science fiction, people's imagination of the future.]
[You never thought that the vast majority of the technology has actually been realized in this world.]
[You take the elevator, pass countless brightly lit studios filled with hair, and at the end of the road, a place much larger than other offices, even from the perspective inside the building, you can feel that it occupies half of it.]
[The black walls have dark gold patterns, some of which are even hollowed out, allowing you to see the details of the gears turning and the constant "click, click" sounds.]
[The most extravagant and exquisite end is written with:]
[— Spiral Workshop.]
This was the residence that the girl prepared for Jiang Cheng, built with the hobbies of the two, absolutely in line with the boy's wishes, the boy's hobbies and XP system.
At the same time, this was also the result of proving that she was no longer as incompetent as in the past. If she worked hard, she could still do a little thing.
— A little thing.
Creating a perfect workshop in just a short period of time.
The main base was even as luxurious as a skyscraper, a world belonging only to the two of them.
Even though she didn't choose to build such a building in the luxurious area of the city center due to social phobia, and still possessed her own absolute permanent property rights, it was still an achievement that ordinary people could hardly imagine in their lifetime.
If these words were really spoken, she would definitely be hated.
Definitely.
It was inevitable, right?
Being considered as showing off, as being arrogant and pretentious, but it was truly the idea that the girl had been burying in her heart and suppressing all along.
Perhaps the initial reason was no longer known to anyone in the world.
Even the girl herself found it difficult to find the origin of everything in the cracks of her memory.
What she held in her heart, almost like a shadow, and what had always accompanied the girl on her life's path was a sense of inferiority that could not be erased at all, like a maggot attached to the bone.
Unable to understand.
Difficult to understand.
Cannot understand.
No one could say clearly where this self-loathing came from, which point in time, which afternoon's mistake.
It was not a normal person's self-abasement at all, it had almost reached the level of severe depression, constantly hovering on the edge of self-harm and death.
A strong sense of self-loathing had swallowed everything, and even if she didn't engage in a schizophrenic-like behavior, she would undoubtedly choose death.
This feeling was not something that any experience or behavior could erase, even if she spent her whole life healing, she would still need cherished companions to be with her.
Even though the girl had traveled through almost half of the world, and even followed Jiang Cheng's footsteps through the other half of the world through almost voyeuristic behavior.
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There are illustrations here, which can be viewed after the updated version.
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There are illustrations here, which can be viewed after the updated version.
31. It's impossible to leave the boy anymore.
As if it were a high mountain piercing through the clouds, a bottomless sea cliff, a polar region that would not melt for thousands of years, a desert that would remain the same for eternity... she had seen the most luxurious countries, the most prosperous cities, and almost wandered in the most bad Dusk Street.
The sights, sounds, and feelings of this journey were by no means something that a casual and whimsical walk could bring, not even worthy of being compared.
This long, wonderful, and magnificent past was a truly meaningful round-the-world trip.
Just a small part of her life.
Any year was something that ordinary people could hardly reach or imagine.
If Jiang Cheng didn't exist, then in just a few years, the girl would create new miracles, fight against the world's largest elite organization single-handedly; escape from the world's most vicious and cruel prison with her own strength.
Any year of her life could be written into a book, and the book would be called A Genius's Year, which would definitely be the world's best-selling book.
Because the sense of reality revealed in it was enough to deeply fascinate anyone, even those who didn't know much about it.
This kind of life that even she wouldn't dare to make up.
— Every sentence is true!
A life that she wouldn't even dare to dream of, every sentence is true.
— But what's the point of that?
This kind of seemingly colorful.
Is there really any special meaning to this life that seems to be the dream of ordinary people?
If the journey itself cannot accumulate knowledge, cannot broaden horizons, and cannot even relieve emotions, then what is the meaning of the journey?
In other words, if even the act of traveling cannot open the shackles of the heart, then the final path may only be self-destruction.
Perhaps at that time, the girl named Vil-V would completely disappear, and what would replace her would only be the acted roles, the fake actors.
All of this tragedy, all of this internal friction, all of this self would inevitably dissolve.
— Until the appearance of that ray of light.
The appearance of a ray of light in the dim abyss.
All the disasters came to an abrupt end.
The girl didn't think she was exceptionally talented in writing, nor did she have any lyrical thoughts.
But every time she thought of that street with cherry blossoms scattering, she couldn't help but use thousands of words in her mind to painstakingly describe that beautiful scene, the boy standing on the downward slope picking up his hat, revealing his dark pupils.
At this moment, he was standing in front of her, standing in front of the subway, even able to smell his clear scent... Cherry blossoms were really beautiful flowers.
In many games, anime, and novels, they are regarded as symbols of romance and beauty.
Falling from the sky gives people the illusion of being in a dream. Cherry blossoms fall like a drizzle, petals fall on the shoulders, and the fragrance penetrates into people's hearts.
Once you see it, you can never forget it.
Vil-V looked at the boy whom she wouldn't even have thought possible to meet a few years ago, so close at hand, able to smell his clear scent, her shoulders seemed to be covered once again with the petals from that accidental street.
Ah... ah... ah... it's impossible to break away anymore.
It seemed to be destined from that time on.
How could someone who didn't even have the courage to live normally in this world possibly escape that dreamlike, novel-like scene?
Now... it doesn't matter anymore.
The silver-gray pupils lit up, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise upwards, no matter how much she tried to endure and suppress it, she couldn't hold back the somewhat smug mood.
Her emotions had already gone to extremes, sliding from extreme fear to extreme incredulity.
— The bowstring is still taut.
So what?
The boy had already agreed to her request... The girl turned around and opened the door of the Spiral Workshop. The gears suddenly began to spin rapidly, and the creaking sounds almost formed a symphony.
The door, which should have opened in an instant, was made very ceremoniously.
Perhaps it was because the only possibility for this door to be opened was to bring the boy together in front of the only owner who truly belonged to this workshop.
The so-called convenience and speed naturally became meaningless things that needed to be discarded.
During this slightly long waiting time, Vil-V looked at Jiang Cheng's jawline, at the raised corners of his eyes, at the eyes that flickered like the night sky.
Just kept looking like this.
Always.
Always.
No matter how long it was, she wouldn't get tired of it.
Dreamlike, as sweet as honey, as if it wanted to make people drunk and drown in it, even the breath carried a sweet and dense fragrance that seemed to pour into the lungs.
She was no longer a lonely figure drifting on the sea, she had already boarded a warm ship, and had already experienced the existence of a home that sheltered her from the wind and rain.
To the point that the girl couldn't quite believe that her life had been changed by herself.
Even though he was already standing in front of her.
Even though she could touch the boy just by reaching out her hand.
Even though she could smell the boy's scent if she sniffed carefully.
The girl still couldn't believe it, a trace of fear still remained in her silver-gray eyes—this was a fear that could not be completely erased even after a slightly long time of traveling with the boy, a fear that perhaps all of this was false.
It wasn't because she didn't want to believe it.
It wasn't because of the lack of affection for the boy.
Purely, simply, it was just the incredibility of all this beauty and sweetness.
In less than a few years, her life, which was originally only in endless fall, without a trace of hope, and could only touch a few straws, slightly hooking and slowing down the speed of the fall, was suddenly pulled up and saved.
All of this progressed so quickly and smoothly that it was unimaginable.
She even couldn't help but wonder if there was something big waiting for her, ignorant and happy, at the end.
At the happiest and most beautiful time, something terrible and unspeakable suddenly popped out, causing all the happiness and dreams to fall apart.
Vil-V's life was always being bullied by various terrible things in turn, and being happy for a while would make people feel that there was something even bigger waiting next.
It shouldn't be that bad, right... If this is a dream.
Please let this dream be a little longer.
The girl was imagining so wantonly, even when she had worked the hardest and had the most interest in the past, her thinking had never been as active as it was now.
She was born with the most top-notch talent and ability, but she had almost never really used it, and had not promoted the progress of civilization like those geniuses.
Only at this moment, on a trivial matter that seemed insignificant under this grand narrative, could the girl integrate most of her talents for the first time.
For some things that may seem ridiculous to others.
Things that can be thrown behind for something greater.
Even when faced with tragedy, the girl, who had never been able to fully display her talents, finally disregarded everything...