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She walked along the center line between the sidewalk and the green belt, with her left foot on the asphalt and her right foot on the lawn, for a full minute. After walking fifty steps with one foot and fifty-one steps with the other foot, she realized that she was not playing a game, but had forgotten how to walk. She did not laugh at herself after realizing it, but walked again, backwards, following the footsteps she had come from, and walked back to the main road again.

This was not the first time. She felt wronged, "You said that. as if it was all my fault." Realizing that something was wrong, she did not adjust, but started from the 50th step, stepped on the original footprint, retreated, and started again

Met a weirdo who could only say "O"

She was afraid of this word, so she was very alert and clenched her fists, "O?"

----So sad.



What a coincidence, I also think it's very interesting, this is not a nesting doll, but a pyramid built layer by layer.

But it's hard not to think too much. The pyramid seems to bury her reason and sobriety, covered with anti-corrosion and anti-decay liquid, wrapped with bandages, tied tightly, and never able to get out. And this tower seems to have been built by her brick by brick. But fortunately, it seems that there is still an exit and a way out.

"Hello, .... ” Simple greetings, ordinary daily conversations, absurd and difficult to climb

"Thank you for your concern, I feel like a kilometer-long ice cream" "What does this mean?" "I want you to ask me and I will say the same thing."

Strange little temper and tsundere, such a cute little girl.

"Come on. Are you saying someone will seriously want to kill an innocent girl carrying a bag of milk?" "The world is cruel and dangerous"


I really don't know how to express my feelings when I see this sentence. I often hate that words are shallow and not as deep as people's expectations.

She is as innocent as a child, she is indeed innocent child.

She was not exposed to the cruel and dangerous world, but it seemed that it was just because she was not exposed to the world well.

The world is too big, but what she can see and feel is too small and too little.

----It's really, too sad.


"These are not written on the drug instructions...

This is her Bible, but there is no way to help her. Unfortunately, the effect of the medicine is getting worse and worse.

She was drowned by the bloody sea before Noah's Ark.

"I understand I'm going crazy. Drugs are working less and less effectivity, so..".

"Ultimately, things will happen painlessly, I hope."

"Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

I typed 'yes', no, it was 'Yes'.

"I'm not the same as those visual novel protagonists who have all kinds of shining points, right?" I really hope she can be like me, an ordinary person.

What does it feel like to see the world through her eyes? The blood red that she see is everywhere, the boundaries between life and death are blurred, she can't feel herself, nor can she feel the world.

"I've gotten used to it a long time ago. To be honest, I've forgotten what other colors look like."

"I think it's you who really helped me."

"Thank you! Today is a special day because I have you !"

Just like she asked me, can I understand what she means, I said Yes, hesitantly and firmly, but can I really understand?

Can I really do it? Have I really done it?

I am still struggling, but 'I' interrupted her monologue and confession. It's terrible, but maybe I am also helping her to prevent her from falling into that sea of ​​blood..

The whole person lies on the railing, feeling this moment of long-awaited tranquility. Why is the effect of the medicine so terrible and discordant? And what about my role?


"Did you bring milk?" ----"Hi, mum."
"Did you bring milk?" ----"Yes, Mum."
"Did your new medicine help?" ----"Yes, Mum."
"Go to bed. " ----"Yes, Mum."

I wonder if her mother would be heartbroken to hear such a mechanical answer.

I just feel upset. Her life seems to be a game with pre-set dialogues. The screenwriter didn’t put in enough effort, and the dialogues are rough and mechanical.

She is young and in her prime, but she can only be confined in a cage, shrouded by a bloody hole. Previously colorful flowers were everywhere, but now it has become dilapidated wells and walls.

I really hope I can help you, not just go to the convenience store to buy milk, I hope I can help you more:

I want you to learn to walk naturally again, greet and say hello generously, look far away from the railing, cut through flowers to find the road, go straight inside the depth of clouds, exudes pleasant and positive energy.

The conversation on the bench seemed like a dream.

I really hope this moment can last forever.

After that, she still answered everything reflexively. It was sad, but she still had no ability to communicate with others.

"I think I will try someone else next time."

But did I really understand? Did 'I' really understand? Did she really understand 'me'? Did 'I' really help her? Did she really wake up? Or is she still in a dream?

Anyway, I really hope I can help her. Anyway, I hope I can really help her.

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