Collapse, a simulator of lifelong regret!

A large amount of space in between can only be left for people to imagine, to outline the details and context with their own ideas and judgment.

Wei Erwei couldn't imagine it, and even didn't dare to imagine it. Her silver-gray eyes could only stare at the girl in front of her who looked like a dead tree.

"Even if I want revenge, I have to take revenge on a person, not Alicia. Killing a stone is meaningless."

"If I hurt you now, maybe it will be a good thing for you. It will make you feel more real instead of numb."

……

There is no need to be angry anymore, not because all the hatred and dissatisfaction have disappeared, but simply because anger has become meaningless.

Even though this relief, this "forgiveness" was meaningless, Alicia, who was right next to her, did not change her expression at all because of the girl's anger, and naturally would not respond to the so-called forgiveness.

Too much time had passed and the loss was too cruel. Now Miss Fairy has passively turned into ashes and is in an almost hopeless situation.

There is almost no way to rewrite in this world, just like broken jade can never be pieced together, and spilled water will seep into the ground.

The end of civilization was not the cruelest blow. Even the loss of eternal paradise was a pain that could be overcome by gritting one's teeth. However, the young man died before his eyes again, a death without even the possibility of an end.

This blow was complete, because it was a voluntary death, and because he didn't even dare to resurrect and commit a heinous act again.

He did not die from collapse, nor from any sudden disaster, nor did he have any regrets before death. It was true suicide.

——Young people are the cornerstone.

No matter the other people met later, the flying flowers, birds, breeze and green leaves seen, the paradise found in fairy tales, and the ideals pursued, they all originated from the boy and were obtained after he invited them into the world.

The other friends were introduced by the boy, he was the first to invite me, the fairy tales were also given by him, and even the ideals that I persisted in and the paradise that I am still pursuing today also came from him.

Everything about the Herrscher named Alicia was derived from the boy, or maybe the name was given by him because of that storybook.

Buildings can be dismantled, smashed, or even abandoned. Even if they collapse, you can just rebuild them - but the cornerstone cannot be damaged. The only stone that serves as the foundation is absolutely indispensable.

Just that one stone, a seemingly insignificant stone, is more important than the entire building and everything that is built on it.

It only takes the slightest shake, and the seemingly tenacious building created from it will collapse instantly, and once it is withdrawn, it will become a loft in the air.

A big tree cannot lose its soil, and a fish swimming in the sea cannot lose the ocean itself. These are incomparable from the beginning.

You can lose anyone, even yourself, but the proof of existence cannot be lost, and the only meaning of being alive cannot be lost.

A girl without a boy is essentially nothing, a non-existent attic in the sky, like a self-destructor falling into nothingness.

How can I expect a Nothing to respond to me?

How can you expect a nobody to talk to you?

……

"It's actually easier to take you with me now. At least I don't have to worry about a stone in my pocket possibly involving my encounter with Jiang Cheng."

"Your current state is quite good. Although it will not give me the pleasure of revenge, my emotions are not important compared to Jiang Cheng."

"You don't care about me, you treat me like air, you treat yourself like air, and you choose to give up thinking. Then I will follow your thoughts and no longer treat you as a human being. I will just treat you as... a compass to find Jiangcheng."

Weiwei did not hold back on the cruelty of her words. She loosened her fingers and handed all the luggage to the sluggish "memory" beside her.

He lifted his plump thighs and stepped lightly with his right foot, approaching Alicia step by step, until he could look up completely and his sight could easily outline that round and plump peach-like breasts.

One only needs to take a glance to imagine the shaking of the young man's palm after it slapped hard, and the pink palm print left on the flawless white jade.

However, in terms of firmness, it is still a little bit less. The pretentious successor is still no match for the ruthless person who can truly train himself into a pervert.

So you must still be feeling the pain, right?

So the purity must not be as high as mine, right?

He roughly pulled up her long cherry-colored hair and forced Alicia's face to look at him. Her cherry-pink pupils reflected Vilvi's pupils - filled with extreme anger.

He bent down slightly, and the posture that he had secretly practiced many times allowed him to maintain a stable head-down posture without bending his legs, and to ensure that his gaze was absolutely steady while pulling the fairy's hair.

——So what if there is no need to be angry?

Just because it's unnecessary doesn't mean you can't yell at the stone, or attack or try to hurt Alicia with words, as she's standing there leisurely and contentedly after taking measures.

It's just as boring as attacking a sandbag. There's no counterattack, no interaction, just simply venting your emotions into the air.

——So what if it’s meaningless?

Human life is not always filled with meaningless things. Meaning is something that life gives to it spontaneously. This is a personal domain and not something that others can interfere with. As long as you think you can do it, it's fine.

Even if the play seems useless, as long as it is comfortable, it cannot be said to be a waste of time. As long as you are happy, even sleeping is meaningful.

At least for Weiwei, whether or not someone responds is not a big deal. Being ignored and rejected by others is a common occurrence.

As long as the person in front of him is Alicia, as long as he is indeed scolding Alicia.

that's enough.

There is no need to think of anything more extravagant.

This world is always imperfect. If that fairy lady was not as autistic as she is now and was still lively and energetic, then she would need to consider how to win Jiang Cheng's love from Alicia.

Regardless of whether one has defects or not, for someone who has lived closely with a teenager for a long time, this is much more difficult than facing a motionless sandbag.

Weiwei retracted her toes, stopped her condescending attitude, and was too lazy to stare at a stone.

"I'm going to use you to find Jiang Cheng. I don't know how many blessings you've given him, but looking at you... I can probably guess a little bit."

"I'm not interested in playing with you. I don't know his current safety and condition. The only meaningful thing for me is to find Jiang Cheng."

……

what……

what……

Alicia raised her head, like a machine with self-reacting reactions, a moth sensing the flames, a gear that started spinning again when the switch was turned on, her delicate lips whispered softly, uttering that heavy name.

"——Jiangcheng."

I forgot myself, I forgot everything, I forgot the name that the whole world will never forget, the person who will never be blurred in the slightest.

……

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Reality: When the thunder breaks the sky: 208. Jiang Cheng: What am I seeing?!

Jiangcheng...

That boy who was unique to both of them in their lives. There would never be another one like him, and there would never be anyone like him.

Hearing this name from Alicia's mouth again, and after she revealed what she had done, even Weiwei's tolerance was almost at its limit, especially since she called it so affectionately, as if she was calling her dead lover.

what……

Can't be angry.

Can't be angry.

Next we will use Alicia.

After all, they are the boy's relatives, and it is not my turn to do anything.

I gave him a slap in the face when I was emotional just now, which was already too much. If I don’t control myself, we will really fight here.

……

"Not bad, it's still somewhat responsive." Wei Wei took her luggage back from the dazed memory, tapped her head lightly, and closed her slender fingertips. "It seems that as a tool, there is no need to re-adjust it."

"Don't think too much, you incompetent and useless fairy lady. You will never have the chance to see Jiang Cheng. The only meaning of bringing you along is to make it more convenient to find him. As long as we reach the general place and determine the direction and area where he exists, I will immediately throw you... back here."

A girl with avoidant attachment personality disorder, severe depression, and who feels pain more cruel than death every moment just by leaving Jiangcheng.

In essence, it's a garbage bag that only stands up in the sun and spreads its claws and fangs when blown by the wind. It takes courage for it not to hide in the trash can like a stupid cat when there is only one person.

The girl called Velvet, who hates herself to the point of wanting to disappear, theoretically would never be able to cause trouble to others.

——Only Alicia.

——Only Ai Lishia.

Even if she put aside all aspects related to the boy and did not have anything to accomplish because of the boy, the girl could still watch the other person's struggle and show her indifference and cruelty without caring.

There is nothing to say, and there is no need to show any kindness or mercy. This is just returning the treatment the boy received.

Although it would seem a bit too despicable if I were to bring up the banner of youth, all the words and conversations were just to satisfy myself.

To satisfy his unexpressed anger, to satisfy his malice towards Alicia, and even more so to satisfy the jealousy that keeps surging in his heart.

The boy would not hate Alicia.

This is an undoubted fact.

Because from an ordinary perspective, these mistakes are normal and anyone can make mistakes. In fact, Alicia did not do too many stupid things. The boy always looks at others from the perspective of ordinary people and demands others to meet the standards of ordinary people. There is no so-called double standard. As long as he cannot do it himself, he will never demand that others must do it.

Although the boy might be able to do it, if it is for someone he cares about, he will use gentle persuasion or go there himself.

Accusations, insults and even punishments... everything seemed too mild, so much so that even if you wanted to beat him up, you still had to find a way to persuade him to do it.

Anyone who encounters such a chain of events will go wrong, and even the girl herself can only guarantee that she completely belongs to the boy at all times, no matter whether the boy is disabled or has any problems.

In fact, the act of making a guarantee is a display of lack of confidence. You don't know whether you can do it, so you can only guarantee that you can.

All the preparations and plans made before were too conservative. No consideration was given to how to resurrect the boy after his death. If he had no emotions after resurrection, how to save him? If he could not be saved, how to continue living?

How can we understand a teenager who has lost his complete inner self and avoid psychological deviations on both sides due to untimely communication?

……

"Jiangcheng..."

"Jiangcheng?"

It was as if she had transformed from one machine into another, or as if she had been turning gears that only knew how to do work, and began to repeat the same thing - although the elf lady, who was as dead as an ash, had taken action and interacted with others for the first time, she could only utter one name endlessly.

The affectionate words, which are mixed with so many emotions that it is impossible to tell with words or the heart, are like stagnant water with a stone thrown into it, and the ripples that arise endlessly hit the edge.

Perhaps when the power provided by the stone is completely exhausted and the coins thrown into the rocking car are used up, the cute fairy sister will become what she was before... a broken stone and a stopped gear.

pain……

sad……

Blame yourself...

Self-destruction...

It was clearly rigid and repetitive, but what could be felt from every cry was endless pain, as if falling into a black hole of nothingness.

All the fears are echoing silently in the darkness, all the pains are falling infinitely in the abyss, and all the dissatisfactions are shaking.

The anger that had ignited his heart also burned out, burning everything. All the weeds that the gun could use to ignite were burned up, and in the end, only emptiness was left, an absolute nothingness where even darkness could not survive.

Even despair itself is completely worn away by the passage of time, leaving not even a trace of it. No matter how immortal a rock is, it will turn into dust and become... nothingness under the beating of the waves and the wear of the wind.

The dense negative emotions piled up to create the only hope for the beautiful woman, who had to fight against despair instead. The conflict of contradictions formed nothingness.

Absolute nothingness never exists in this world. All matter will only increase and never decrease - however, the meaning of nothingness exists in the human heart.

The corners of the eyes that should have been delicate and smiling were now red, the lips that should have been gentle and sweet were now bitten and bleeding, and the fingertips that should have been holding up fragrant flowers and sending them to the world were pressed on the cold floor.

Pink, like a flower, just like the most fragrant and delicate cherry blossom in spring blown down by the wind, and the eyes that fall into it can only see nothing. Behind all that, there is only sadness like water.

Anyone would feel pity, right?

Everyone would feel sad, right?

Everyone would feel sad, right?

It was an emotion that came from the deepest part of my heart, which surged up uncontrollably, occupying all thoughts and emotions, and finally becoming the only dominant one.

--mercy.

Active mercy, passive mercy.

There is no heartless person who can resist this. Even those who are born bad and have different emotions from ordinary people will be forced into sadness.

Even the slightest ripple of that emotion came like a tide, and to anyone present it was as huge and violent as an ocean wave.