That dagger was from Zhao'er; you always thought it was the only connection between the two of you.
"Sorry, due to your prolonged inactivity, the system will forcibly log you out. Thank you for supporting this game. Goodbye."
Another flash of light. This time, you find yourself sitting on the rickety chair at Grandpa's house.
"Little Yunyun, what's the matter?" Grandpa's thin, dry hand gently brushes against your forlorn face.
"Grandpa, I can't go back. I really can't go back." You fling the game glasses aside, sitting down in front of the old man. "Grandpa, I don't know what to do now... I used to think I could break the mold, defy the rules, and carve out a world of my own no matter where I was. But now... I've lost."
The old man lets out a long sigh. He cups your face with both hands, saying, "Little Yunyun, have you ever thought about what it truly means to live?"
