Su Qingyu rubbed her sleepy eyes and immediately looked at the candle on the bedside.
The candle was not extinguished and emitted an orange-yellow light.
The butterfly rests on the glass dome.
Nothing unusual.
Su Qingyu thought her feet were cold, and it was Youyou who was lying at the end of the bed.
"Youyou, stop making trouble." She moved her feet.
There was no sound of Youyou acting coquettishly.
The feet were still icy cold.
Su Qingyu looked towards the end of the bed.
When she saw this, her breathing stopped.
Something was sitting there.
A blurry and dark figure sat sideways at the end of the bed.
She lowered her head, her long black hair covering half of her face. A butterfly shining with white fluorescence was resting on her hair, and she was humming "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" softly in her throat.
A soft light enveloped her.
It was like another candle lit at the end of the bed.
All of this is a deep dream.
It's a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.
It's a mirage, a dream bubble.
In the dim light of the candles, it was hard to tell what was real.
Can't see the face clearly.
However, Su Qingyu could recognize that it was Zhuang Xiaodie's figure.
[Venice Group] Rules, the first rule and the first sentence of Zhuang Xiaodie’s letter.
[I am dead, and anyone who looks like me is not me.]
This is fake.
Su Qingyu really wanted to hug her, pinch her face, and tell her that she missed her very much.
But no.
Can't wake up from this dream.
When it was time to go to bed at night, Su Qingyu released all the weird things and asked them to keep watch.
At this moment, there were no other strange figures in the room.
Su Qingyu closed his eyes again.
Unfortunately, the sleepiness has disappeared.
Since he couldn't sleep, Su Qingyu thought about the rules in his mind.
The rules that Zhuang Xiaodie gave her are unique.
The working rules of the emotional neurology department are available to anyone who gets this job.
Both rules mention how to place shoes.
The rules are there to protect the trial participants from being contaminated or eaten by weird things.
Think about it carefully.
The work rules of the emotional neurology department require that the toes of shoes face outwards, most likely to prevent someone from finding her bed when she sleeps at night.
The rules left by Zhuang Xiaodie are exactly the opposite.
Little Star was the introduction that led Zhuang Xiaodie to this room.
She placed the shoes facing inwards so that Zhuang Xiaodie could find her.
She came for Su Qingyu.
The person sitting at the end of the bed, whether it was her will or anything else, had no intention of harming Su Qingyu.
There was a violent storm outside. Su Qingyu woke up in the middle of the night and found that the quilt was not warm enough, which made her feel sad and she started to have wild thoughts.
My mind is full of those trivial past events.
She thought of Tianfu Lingcheng, where Zhuang Xiaodie lived next door to her. After she finished completing a dungeon, she would often run over to get a free meal.
She thought of Mrs. Zhuang’s dark cooking.
Thinking of Zhu Shanhaila’s group, he asked them to get together more often when they have time.
Mood swings.
The more I think of the warm past, the more I will yearn for that tenderness.
When your heart becomes soft, you will become indecisive, confused, lose direction, and back down.