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To Fang Xiaoling, the scrolling barrage was an overwhelming insult.

She felt like a bird in a cage, being watched and played by those aliens.

The spectators outside the cage were joking about her without worrying about her fate, let alone understanding her mood.

Whether it was Fang Xiaoling herself, or Li Mengling and Luo Lan, the three sisters were completely reduced to a monkey-like situation in a zoo.

The reason why the tower still kept their lives was, in the final analysis, because they looked down on them from the bottom of their hearts.

She hates the feeling of being played like a monkey.

At the same time, she also secretly remembered this feeling.

[White Lotus Root] began to flow, and the anger of [Red Lotus] was suppressed. She sighed softly, turned and returned to the unit building.

She saw a gentleman in a suit and leather shoes standing in front of the elevator door, and said to him, "Change me to an elevator with a theme similar to the rainbow corridor."

The gentleman-like artificial intelligence bowed down to her respectfully, "Sorry, you are not a resident here, and you do not have the authority to change the theme of the elevator."

Fang Xiaoling stretched out her hand, and the [Red Lotus] flame ignited in her palm, "What now?"

"The elevator has been prepared. If you are not satisfied, you can propose a customized modification." The gentleman said respectfully.

Looking at the colorful lights in the elevator, Fang Xiaoling really had the illusion of returning to the rainbow corridor. She retracted the [Red Lotus] in her palm, glanced at the artificial intelligence, and walked into the elevator.

"Rainbow Queen." When the elevator was about to close, the gentleman asked, "If there is a chance, can you give me a signed photo of Xiaozhi?"

"No." After Fang Xiaoling refused indifferently, the elevator door just closed.

She stood in the elevator expressionlessly, and finally understood why Roland always acted so indifferent...

If it was the me I used to be, I would definitely be crying loudly in this unmanned elevator right now?
Fang Xiaoling thought of this, but a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth—confident and mysterious.

Even after returning to Roland's house, she still smiled at Li Mengling who came to open the door.

Li Mengling looked at her, always feeling a little strange, "Did something happen?"

"It's okay." Fang Xiaoling patted Li Mengling's head, "My dear sister, I'm sorry to disturb your rest, go to bed early."

After speaking, she found an empty bedroom and closed the door.

Li Mengling looked at her back with her head tilted, and murmured, "What are you doing? Are you imitating Sister Luo Lan?"

Fang Xiaoling quickly lay down on the bed without taking off her clothes, and closed her eyes.

The flowing galaxy reflected four colors of light.

When the concert in the Starlight Realm ended, the fireworks gradually stopped, and the spirits were about to disperse when they heard mournful cries.

"Is it the Lord of Light?" Everyone noticed her and sat on a certain open space not far away, so they all gathered over.

Fang Xiaoling originally followed the concert's sound to cover up her crying, but she didn't expect that the concert would end so soon.

She wanted to take it back for a while, but couldn't take it back, so she just let herself cry, anyway, this is the Starlight Realm.

"Guangzhu, what's the matter with you?" Xiang Yu rushed over holding a huge support sign, "Who the hell bullied you? Let me possess myself in the real world to teach that person a lesson!"

"Go away...would it be okay for me to cry here alone?"

A foreigner came by. He had almond-shaped eyes and a mustache that rose and fell as he spoke, "Poor Lord of Light, you should speak out. The depression hidden in your heart will Like a borer in a bud, it makes you wither away."

Fang Xiaoling felt that what the man said was very poetic, and the words seemed to flow into her sad heart, so she raised her eyes to look at him: "Who are you?"

The man saluted respectfully and said, "My name is Shakespeare, a playwright of the Renaissance."

When Fang Xiaoling heard his name, she felt awe in her heart. Who in the world would not know this name?
She felt depressed and wanted to chat with the other party a little more, but there were still spirit bodies standing around her.

At this moment, Roland, the little princess on the castle, said into the microphone: "Everyone, would you like to visit my castle? I can sign for everyone."

The spirits rushed towards the castle.

Fang Xiaoling looked towards the castle. Even though it was so far away, she could still see the tacit light in the eyes of the little princess Roland.

"Princess Roland is really kind, isn't she?" Shakespeare sat down beside her and looked towards the castle. "She always seems to be able to guess what other people want, just as she knows what our spiritual body needs. With company, I have a concert every day, and every few days, I have to think hard to create a new song, which is really hard."

"She just likes to sing, right?" Fang Xiaoling lowered her head in frustration, "I really envy her for being so carefree. If we bring her back to integrate, maybe Roland can become happier too?"

"What does Roland look like in the real world?" Shakespeare asked, "I'm curious about Princess Roland's life when she grows up."

"It's very painful." Fang Xiaoling couldn't help trembling all over, "I didn't understand how painful she was until today."

Shakespeare looked up at the flowing galaxy and asked, "Can you tell me?"

"Hey——" Fang Xiaoling sighed, "Mr. Shakespeare, your life is so brilliant and accomplished, you won't understand our feelings."

"Brilliant? I don't feel that way myself.

And not because I've worked as a groom and handyman in the theater.

I just feel that the word "brilliant" is not very useful, at most...

Can it be an embellishment at a funeral? "

"Pfft." Fang Xiaoling smiled through tears, and she respected the man next to her even more in her heart, "It's really interesting to talk to you."

"I'm just telling the truth, maybe it's because simplicity is more touching than gorgeous words?" Shakespeare smiled softly, "Now are you willing to tell me the distress in your heart?"

Fang Xiaoling nodded lightly. For some reason, when talking to this spirit body, she would unknowingly restrain herself and try her best to show her most polite side, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just a story. It's too long, and I really don't know where to start."

"Then tell me, what were you thinking when you were crying just now?" Shakespeare said half-jokingly, "After all, I am a playwright, so maybe I can fill in the missing plot by myself."

"We are fighting an enemy that is impossible to defeat..." Fang Xiaoling said, her nose started to feel a little sore again, "When I found out that my every move might be monitored, I suddenly learned to pretend.

I don't want to be laughed at.

I don't even want to be played like a monkey!
Even if my tears flow into my heart, I will never let another drop out to the outside world!
That's it……

I thought about it again and suddenly realized.

Roland may have endured such pain a long time ago.

Being ruthlessly controlled by fate in the dark, she must be even more unconvinced in her heart, right?

She absolutely absolutely, has more tears to shed, right?
I can hide in the astral world and cry loudly.

But where should she hide? "