A sickly beauty becomes a god in a horror game

Bai Cha sat in the yard left by his mother, staring blankly for a long time, thinking about things for a long time.

It was evening when she came out.

The weather is getting cooler and the sky is getting darker and earlier.

As night falls, the rare stars in the sky are very clear tonight, and the crescent moon hangs in the sky, lonely and cold.

Of course, white tea is not alone.

Because there are mosquitoes in the yard.

After spraying herself with mosquito repellent again, she sighed sadly.

She got up and walked into the room slowly. It was supposed to be time for her to go to bed, but she didn't want to sleep. Her mind was still in a mess, with countless things surging overwhelmingly, like a tide, one after another. Can't stop.

She simply walked into the study, found a piece of paper, spread it on the table, and picked up a pen.

Bai Cha wanted to sort out his mind, but he hesitated before writing.

Because I don't know what to write.

The things in my mind are messy and messy, and I can't find a thread at all.

Bai Cha put down his pen, leaned on the backrest behind him, picked up his phone and wanted to talk to someone, but after looking around, he didn't know who to turn to.

Maybe we can chat with Xiao Xiao and Wen Xing, but that would be too much to talk about, they don't know anything about her family, and Bai Cha doesn't really want to start from the beginning.

Xu Shengsheng was in school, so he had no time, and Baicha didn't want to worry his sister.

The roommates didn't even know about the game, and she couldn't tell.

It would be great if Miss Shen was still here.

Bai Cha flipped through the phone list, there was no Shen Qingchen on it.

Gently put down the phone, Baicha picked up the pen again.

【Dear Sister Shen:

Although this is a letter that is destined not to be sent, I really don't know who to turn to.

I'm almost on my S9, sooner than I thought.

In fact, I didn't expect to enter the copy of "Ice Queen" so quickly, but it came very quickly.

Even though maybe this is what I subconsciously crave the most, I admit I have fears, so again I want to take my time.

But maybe it's because deep down I actually desperately want the S9 to go faster. 】

After a pause, Bai Cha suddenly realized something.

[Sister Shen, I feel like I know what the game is.

The Ice Queen is like a small miniature of a game. The Hermit is a "game". She compiles character settings and selects one "protagonist" after another. Each selected protagonist has something he wants to do, whether it is Obsessions are still obsessions. For example, Yelang wanted to revive his mother, and he had naively thought about wanting to restore the world.

But all the thoughts, all the things to do, in the final analysis, cannot escape the word fate. Some things are arranged, including those thoughts that he will have.

As for the world-destroying flame that can only be opened by the princess in the dungeon, in my opinion, it should be a power that can only be opened by the weak who are not willing to succumb to fate and kingship, and what is destroyed is the so-called injustice and power.

But this is also in the control of fate, it is still in the control of the hermit, when everything is destroyed and the world starts again, it is a new story.

He only sets, not interferes with the story.

The story does not distinguish between good and evil, black and white, because there is no right or wrong in the world, just different positions, just like a princess will become a queen, from a rebel to a manipulator.

And witches.

What she represents is an unmitigated tragedy.

She should not exist from the very beginning.

She is Yelang's mother, and also...my mother.

But she is not.

She is a symbol. 】

Bai Cha hesitated for a moment and continued writing.

[She is a symbol that exists because of forcing something that cannot be changed.

Striving for income is doomed to tragedy.So it is also destined to develop towards the ending that I don't want to see, so the witch represents "evil", and she is the opposite of the protagonist.

It is also like, every evil god and evil god is subordinate, just like the red butterfly.

Essentially, they should all be the same.

Existing because of forcibly defying fate, and trying to control the fate of others, trying to replace fate and replace it.

However, everything is in the hands of "game", the greater controller of destiny.

Just like me now, I seem to be moving towards their path.

But I don't know what I will become, I just know that I don't want to become like them.

The title I got because of Chidie was frozen, probably because I actually don’t have any obsessions now, and I even can’t think of it now, what was my obsession back then, I don’t know what I was obsessing about .

Maybe I just feel a little unwilling and resentful.

Looking back now, those reluctances and resentments are actually kind of funny, but I did. 】

Bai Cha wrote the pen a little faster, and the things in his mind finally settled down smoothly.

[Because I didn't actually understand why?
Why am I the one who is in poor health, why is my family unhappy, why I have to care about other people's eyes since I was a child, why I am always trying to please others, why I am so sensitive and awkward, with a weird personality...

It's fate.

So I won't give in.

If I was healthy, if my parents were still alive and by my side, if I could understand what love is and know how to love myself from an early age, I would not grow up to be what I am now, and I would not always force myself to do things There is always resentment, resentment for my poor health, resentment for problems in my family, resentment for always forcing myself.

I don't even know what I really want, I'm not happy, and I'm tired of living, so I always think, let's just die.

So when I first entered the game, there was no doubt that my state was problematic. I like the game, but at the same time, I was also unwilling to be selected for the game, unwilling to be manipulated by fate, living in contradiction and pain, and wanting to Sinking and wanting to resist. 】

Bai Cha smoothly clipped the overly long bangs that had fallen off and exhaled slightly.

[But I know now that this is my destiny, but I also have the right to choose what I want to be on this path.

Sinking is self-loathing, resistance is self-salvation, I don't really want to die, I just can't find the meaning of living, because I lost myself. 】

Bai Cha thought of Xu Taotao.

[But I will take her back soon.

This time, it should be time.

I have a hunch that I should reach the final test soon. 】

Bai Cha wrote stroke by stroke, the daze in his eyes gradually dissipated, and the handwriting seemed to be somewhat firm.

[Sister Shen, if everything goes as I think, we will meet again, right?

I will find myself, know what I want to do, and do it.

I am white tea, the tea of ​​camellia. 】

In fact, white tea also likes mountain tea.

Because the withering of the camellia is the direct fall of one by one, rather than a piece of petals, and finally left on the branches like a piece of withered flowers.

If it is in full bloom on the branches, it must be a dazzling time.

If it will wither eventually, it will never leave a dilapidated and desolate scene, leaving others shaking their heads and sighing.

But she never admitted that she liked camellia before.

[I like camellia. 】

She finally wrote it.

A tear fell.

[Sister Shen, good night. 】

Ah, I finally wrote this. When I wrote the character Shen Qingchen, I was thinking about today's plot.

My head hurts. I was supposed to go to the hospital today, but because of the serious bipolar disorder recently, I feel bad again. After writing this piece, I feel that it shouldn’t be bad. It’s time to take care of my body.

Definitely tomorrow!