Bai Lixin silently left Fei Yino’s room, and slowly walked back to his own.
It was three o’clock in the morning when he lay in bed.
At this time tomorrow, it would be the last day of the three-day deadline for the second game.
Tonight, there were no sorrowful cries from the boy in the bathroom, no sounds of knocking at the door, and no tapping outside the window.
It was quiet, as if the calm before a storm.
After a busy day, coupled with the excessive exercise at the banquet, Bai Lixin’s consciousness gradually grew heavy in the warmth of his quilt.
He stretched his body and turned over in the soft covers.
S419M observed: [Good night, Lord Host.]
Bai Lixin’s voice had a drowsy tone: [Good night. Wake me up if Fei Yino makes any movement tomorrow..]
S419M: [Okay, Lord Host.]
…
At dawn, Bai Lixin opened his eyes to the sound of S419M’s alarm. [Lord Host! Fei Yino has appeared in the courtyard!]
Bai Lixin immediately sat up, his moist and translucent eyes clear.
He walked to the window, and slowly lifted the curtain to look outside. Under the still fish-belly sky, Fei Yino walked alone in the garden, heading towards a corner.
He was not just walking through the garden, he walked in a straight line very purposefully, and quickly disappeared from Bai Lixin’s view.
Bai Lixin checked the time; it was 6 a.m.
Looking at the place where Fei Yino disappeared, he asked, [Where did he come from?]
S419M: [He suddenly appeared from the villa. Judging by this, the room to monitor the surveillance should be inside the Fei residence, right?]
Bai Lixin quietly pulled back the curtain, [Maybe, let’s go down.]
A little over ten minutes later, Bai Lixin, who was now dressed, stepped out of his bedroom door.
Perhaps it was still early, the huge house seemed not to have fully awakened. The corridors were quiet, with only Aunt Zhang and another aunt busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast.
Big Zhuang and the others’ room doors were tightly shut, and the door to Father Fei’s room, which was slightly ajar last night, was now fully closed. It seemed that Li Manyu had returned to the bedroom.
The morning was still a bit chilly. Bai Lixin opened the back door and walked out, standing in the rose garden.
In the rose garden, there was a path that could only accommodate one person at a time. Bai Lixin walked on the cobblestone path for a while and stood at the center of the rose flowers.
If someone looked from afar, it would seem as if the young man was immersed in an ocean of red roses.
Dewdrops adorned the vibrant red petals, and amidst the clusters of flowers, each red rose was alluring and enchanting.
Inadvertently, Bai Lixin’s mind conjured up the painting in the art studio, the one titled “Rose Boy.”
He moved his eyes away from the flowers and looked into the distance. From here, he could see the corner with the exit of that studio. As soon as Fei Yino came out, Bai Lixin would see him immediately.
He stood quietly, patiently looking into the distance.
Time ticked away, and when the system time reached 6:30 a.m., Fei Yino’s dark figure walked out from the corner.
His steps were hasty, one wrist wrapped with the sturdy chain securing the door, the other holding a sharp utility knife.
Fei Yino’s expression was somewhat complex—it didn’t look like anger, nor did it look like fear.
However, it was the first time Bai Lixin had seen such a complex expression on Fei Yino’s face. Fei Yino glanced around the garden, and quickly saw Bai Lixin standing there.
In that moment, Fei Yino’s originally complex expression froze. He stared at Bai Lixin, and although his eyes showed obsession, Bai Lixin knew that this obsession wasn’t directed at him but rather at someone else through him.
‘Who?
It should be the “Rose Boy.”’
Bai Lixin smiled slightly at Fei Yino. Fei Yino, who was already in a daze, became even more dazed and unconsciously started walking toward Bai Lixin.
Fei Yino staggered forward, crushing the roses in front of him without even realizing it.
He stumbled his way to Bai Lixin, stood in front of him, and murmured with a touch of sadness, “Xiao Tuo, is it you?”
Bai Lixin silently stepped back, still smiling without a word.
This smile was a replica Bai Lixin created based on Fei Yino’s “Rose Boy” in the studio.
But he wasn’t sure if he could imitate it well. After all, the boy in “Rose Boy” wasn’t smiling, so he could only do it based on the biy’s temperament in the painting.
More accurately, it should be the temperament of the “Rose Boy” in Fei Yino’s mind.
Fragile, precious, melancholic, pure, and charming.
This was the “Rose Boy” in Fei Yino’s painting.
To play the role of someone convincingly, it wasn’t just about the appearance.
Appearance was secondary; the essence was crucial.
In this world, others probably hadn’t noticed that he was an imposter.
But Fei Yino was different.
Maybe it was Fei Yino’s paranoia, or perhaps it was the extraordinary feelings Fei Yino had for the original owner, or maybe Fei Yino had some powerful special ability. In any case, in Fei Yino’s eyes, he was just a counterfeit wearing the original owner’s shell.
That’s why Fei Yino showed such obvious disgust when he saw him for the first time.
Originally, based on Fei Yino’s various behaviors, he seemed to dislike the original owner, just like other NPCs.
Until he discovered that studio, found that painting that, although twisted, was filled with boundless love.
It turned out that Fei Yino didn’t despise the original owner, in fact, he deeply loved the original owner.
What he always despised were those impostors.
Faces could be easily faked, but personalities were difficult.
The Rose Boy was delicate and soft, while he was radiant with starlight. Fei Yino knew he was a fake at first glance.
Fei Yino had once forcefully touched his face at the staircase, probably wanting to confirm if he was the original owner.
Bai Lixin didn’t know if Fei Yino had done this with other players, but it was probably difficult for him to tell.
From that painting and the descriptions of the people around, it’s easy to see that the original owner was less than 1.8 meters tall, and the original owner should be more slender and delicate.
If flaws could be found through physical contact, when his height changed from around 1.7 to 1.8, Fei Yino would have noticed something was wrong long ago. This copy was just too fragile.
So why did Fei Yino suddenly touch his face back then?
After thinking about it later, Bai Lixin believed that the most likely reason was that his expression and actions at that time unintentionally resembled those of the original owner. This puzzled and bewildered Fei Yino, leading him to choose a seemingly hasty but useless method in that situation.
This also gave Bai Lixin an idea.
That is, to play the role of the real original owner.
Undoubtedly, in this game, Fei Yino is a special existence. He is the one who can evade the game reset and discover impostors.
Although it’s unknown why Fei Yino can avoid the game reset, the fact that he killed one player after another is undeniable.
Although he couldn’t see the true faces of the players, he knew they weren’t him.
What did he say just now?
Xiao Tuo?
So, the real name of the original owner isn’t “Bai Lixin” at all; it’s “Xiao Tuo.”
Fei Yino’s eyes flashed with panic when he saw Bai Lixin stepping back. He tentatively reached out, and his trembling hand stopped in midair.
He stood still, not daring to take another step forward. His cautious movements and expression seemed as if he feared everything in front of him was a dream, afraid that his actions would wake him from this dream.
It was evident that Fei Yino missed the original owner.
If Fei Yino could retain memories every time the game reset, he must have gone through at least more than fifty cycles.
After such a long cycle, he should have deduced some kind of pattern.
That pattern was, as long as he killed an impostor, a new “original owner” would be sent over.
In his increasingly paranoid mind, was killing these players over and over again just to restart the game and find the real “Xiao Tuo”?
Perhaps by continuing to kill, that missing “Xiao Tuo” will come back.
“You really came back,” Fei Yino changed from his usual indifference, his eyes filled with deep love, sadness and joy, “I was right. As long as I restart enough times, you will definitely come back.”
“I knew it. Who else but you could find that studio? You destroyed those plaster figures because you were angry, right?” Fei Yino rambled, lost in his own thoughts. “I’m sorry, I was wrong. I won’t leave you again. Please forgive me. Don’t leave again. I really regret it.”
Bai Lixin: “…”
After all, he was just making a rough imitation based on a painting so he didn’t dare to say much, fearing he might say something wrong and reveal a flaw.
His eyes flickered and he lowered his head.
He had measured the angle of lowering his head as well. From Fei Yino’s position, he could see his fragile and vulnerable expression just right.
After a few seconds of brewing, Bai Lixin whispered in a voice as thin as a mosquito’s, “I lost my memories.”
After saying that, he just stood there quietly, retreating in order to advance, waiting for Fei Yino’s next move.
Sure enough, Fei Yino didn’t disappoint him. He threw the chain to the ground, pulled Bai Lixin, and hurried into the hall, saying eagerly as he walked, “It’s okay, as long as you’re back, we can start again. Xiao Tuo, I won’t let go of your hand this time, I promise.”
Bai Lixin silently left Fei Yino’s room, and slowly walked back to his own.
It was three o’clock in the morning when he lay in bed.
At this time tomorrow, it would be the last day of the three-day deadline for the second game.
Tonight, there were no sorrowful cries from the boy in the bathroom, no sounds of knocking at the door, and no tapping outside the window.
It was quiet, as if the calm before a storm.
After a busy day, coupled with the excessive exercise at the banquet, Bai Lixin’s consciousness gradually grew heavy in the warmth of his quilt.
He stretched his body and turned over in the soft covers.
S419M observed: [Good night, Lord Host.]
Bai Lixin’s voice had a drowsy tone: [Good night. Wake me up if Fei Yino makes any movement tomorrow..]
S419M: [Okay, Lord Host.]
…
At dawn, Bai Lixin opened his eyes to the sound of S419M’s alarm. [Lord Host! Fei Yino has appeared in the courtyard!]
Bai Lixin immediately sat up, his moist and translucent eyes clear.
He walked to the window, and slowly lifted the curtain to look outside. Under the still fish-belly sky, Fei Yino walked alone in the garden, heading towards a corner.
He was not just walking through the garden, he walked in a straight line very purposefully, and quickly disappeared from Bai Lixin’s view.
Bai Lixin checked the time; it was 6 a.m.
Looking at the place where Fei Yino disappeared, he asked, [Where did he come from?]
S419M: [He suddenly appeared from the villa. Judging by this, the room to monitor the surveillance should be inside the Fei residence, right?]
Bai Lixin quietly pulled back the curtain, [Maybe, let’s go down.]
A little over ten minutes later, Bai Lixin, who was now dressed, stepped out of his bedroom door.
Perhaps it was still early, the huge house seemed not to have fully awakened. The corridors were quiet, with only Aunt Zhang and another aunt busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast.
Big Zhuang and the others’ room doors were tightly shut, and the door to Father Fei’s room, which was slightly ajar last night, was now fully closed. It seemed that Li Manyu had returned to the bedroom.
The morning was still a bit chilly. Bai Lixin opened the back door and walked out, standing in the rose garden.
In the rose garden, there was a path that could only accommodate one person at a time. Bai Lixin walked on the cobblestone path for a while and stood at the center of the rose flowers.
If someone looked from afar, it would seem as if the young man was immersed in an ocean of red roses.
Dewdrops adorned the vibrant red petals, and amidst the clusters of flowers, each red rose was alluring and enchanting.
Inadvertently, Bai Lixin’s mind conjured up the painting in the art studio, the one titled “Rose Boy.”
He moved his eyes away from the flowers and looked into the distance. From here, he could see the corner with the exit of that studio. As soon as Fei Yino came out, Bai Lixin would see him immediately.
He stood quietly, patiently looking into the distance.
Time ticked away, and when the system time reached 6:30 a.m., Fei Yino’s dark figure walked out from the corner.
His steps were hasty, one wrist wrapped with the sturdy chain securing the door, the other holding a sharp utility knife.
Fei Yino’s expression was somewhat complex—it didn’t look like anger, nor did it look like fear.
However, it was the first time Bai Lixin had seen such a complex expression on Fei Yino’s face. Fei Yino glanced around the garden, and quickly saw Bai Lixin standing there.
In that moment, Fei Yino’s originally complex expression froze. He stared at Bai Lixin, and although his eyes showed obsession, Bai Lixin knew that this obsession wasn’t directed at him but rather at someone else through him.
‘Who?
It should be the “Rose Boy.”’
Bai Lixin smiled slightly at Fei Yino. Fei Yino, who was already in a daze, became even more dazed and unconsciously started walking toward Bai Lixin.
Fei Yino staggered forward, crushing the roses in front of him without even realizing it.
He stumbled his way to Bai Lixin, stood in front of him, and murmured with a touch of sadness, “Xiao Tuo, is it you?”
Bai Lixin silently stepped back, still smiling without a word.
This smile was a replica Bai Lixin created based on Fei Yino’s “Rose Boy” in the studio.
But he wasn’t sure if he could imitate it well. After all, the boy in “Rose Boy” wasn’t smiling, so he could only do it based on the biy’s temperament in the painting.
More accurately, it should be the temperament of the “Rose Boy” in Fei Yino’s mind.
Fragile, precious, melancholic, pure, and charming.
This was the “Rose Boy” in Fei Yino’s painting.
To play the role of someone convincingly, it wasn’t just about the appearance.
Appearance was secondary; the essence was crucial.
In this world, others probably hadn’t noticed that he was an imposter.
But Fei Yino was different.
Maybe it was Fei Yino’s paranoia, or perhaps it was the extraordinary feelings Fei Yino had for the original owner, or maybe Fei Yino had some powerful special ability. In any case, in Fei Yino’s eyes, he was just a counterfeit wearing the original owner’s shell.
That’s why Fei Yino showed such obvious disgust when he saw him for the first time.
Originally, based on Fei Yino’s various behaviors, he seemed to dislike the original owner, just like other NPCs.
Until he discovered that studio, found that painting that, although twisted, was filled with boundless love.
It turned out that Fei Yino didn’t despise the original owner, in fact, he deeply loved the original owner.
What he always despised were those impostors.
Faces could be easily faked, but personalities were difficult.
The Rose Boy was delicate and soft, while he was radiant with starlight. Fei Yino knew he was a fake at first glance.
Fei Yino had once forcefully touched his face at the staircase, probably wanting to confirm if he was the original owner.
Bai Lixin didn’t know if Fei Yino had done this with other players, but it was probably difficult for him to tell.
From that painting and the descriptions of the people around, it’s easy to see that the original owner was less than 1.8 meters tall, and the original owner should be more slender and delicate.
If flaws could be found through physical contact, when his height changed from around 1.7 to 1.8, Fei Yino would have noticed something was wrong long ago. This copy was just too fragile.
So why did Fei Yino suddenly touch his face back then?
After thinking about it later, Bai Lixin believed that the most likely reason was that his expression and actions at that time unintentionally resembled those of the original owner. This puzzled and bewildered Fei Yino, leading him to choose a seemingly hasty but useless method in that situation.
This also gave Bai Lixin an idea.
That is, to play the role of the real original owner.
Undoubtedly, in this game, Fei Yino is a special existence. He is the one who can evade the game reset and discover impostors.
Although it’s unknown why Fei Yino can avoid the game reset, the fact that he killed one player after another is undeniable.
Although he couldn’t see the true faces of the players, he knew they weren’t him.
What did he say just now?
Xiao Tuo?
So, the real name of the original owner isn’t “Bai Lixin” at all; it’s “Xiao Tuo.”
Fei Yino’s eyes flashed with panic when he saw Bai Lixin stepping back. He tentatively reached out, and his trembling hand stopped in midair.
He stood still, not daring to take another step forward. His cautious movements and expression seemed as if he feared everything in front of him was a dream, afraid that his actions would wake him from this dream.
It was evident that Fei Yino missed the original owner.
If Fei Yino could retain memories every time the game reset, he must have gone through at least more than fifty cycles.
After such a long cycle, he should have deduced some kind of pattern.
That pattern was, as long as he killed an impostor, a new “original owner” would be sent over.
In his increasingly paranoid mind, was killing these players over and over again just to restart the game and find the real “Xiao Tuo”?
Perhaps by continuing to kill, that missing “Xiao Tuo” will come back.
“You really came back,” Fei Yino changed from his usual indifference, his eyes filled with deep love, sadness and joy, “I was right. As long as I restart enough times, you will definitely come back.”
“I knew it. Who else but you could find that studio? You destroyed those plaster figures because you were angry, right?” Fei Yino rambled, lost in his own thoughts. “I’m sorry, I was wrong. I won’t leave you again. Please forgive me. Don’t leave again. I really regret it.”
Bai Lixin: “…”
After all, he was just making a rough imitation based on a painting so he didn’t dare to say much, fearing he might say something wrong and reveal a flaw.
His eyes flickered and he lowered his head.
He had measured the angle of lowering his head as well. From Fei Yino’s position, he could see his fragile and vulnerable expression just right.
After a few seconds of brewing, Bai Lixin whispered in a voice as thin as a mosquito’s, “I lost my memories.”
After saying that, he just stood there quietly, retreating in order to advance, waiting for Fei Yino’s next move.
Sure enough, Fei Yino didn’t disappoint him. He threw the chain to the ground, pulled Bai Lixin, and hurried into the hall, saying eagerly as he walked, “It’s okay, as long as you’re back, we can start again. Xiao Tuo, I won’t let go of your hand this time, I promise.”
