Chapter 1645: NO．260：Just like that, Bai Ren's life is complete

NO．260：Just like that, Bai Ren's life is complete.

Just like the handling mentioned before, the problem-solving method isn't only sheer perseverance; Chengtian Bai Ren has undergone spiritual interference from the source energy field, using a small nose strip to seal that negative emotion, which is extraordinary in both origin and regeneration frequency.

That seal is quite effective.

Effective to the point that, for several years after that up to now, no one has ever worried about the recurrence of that psychological latent issue.

Even she herself has grown accustomed to wearing a nose strip every day; even if it occasionally gets damaged or falls off, as long as it's not in a dark place she can apply it herself, and if her older sister does it for her it's even easier—just a few seconds of a small ritual and a small prop can maintain long-term stability, letting her inner self return to that former unwavering steadiness without any flaw.

Precisely for this reason, when she proactively went to Aomo to propose wanting to overcome this abnormal psychology without relying on the nose strip, there is no doubt that this was a rare instance of her playing mind games.

The psychological latent issue isn't important; what matters is that it's reasonable to let that trainer come into contact with oneself.

Even if it's just the nose bridge, a body part with no private significance, the moment the nose strip is removed and the shadowy fear returns, one's mind becomes tense, unusually nervous and uneasy, as the older sister complained, filled with a strange atmosphere of some kind of intimate contact.

But it seems only she thinks that way…… after this process continued several times and the other's reaction remained unchanged, she also inevitably felt anxious and doubtful.

As for the healing of that psychological latent ailment…

What healing? Even if it can't be cured, life can go on the same; on the contrary, if it truly were healed, there would be no reason to let the trainer so wholeheartedly come into contact with oneself—surely one would keep it!

On the contrary, although each time she removes the nose strip she instinctively looks toward corners, crevices, anywhere a shadow might exist, but it seems that as long as Aomo does it, she can truly tolerate that nose strip reduced to an extremely small area…… this development instead makes her feel somewhat anxious.

Although I don't know why it works, if this continues, wouldn't this interaction segment become a countdown of one less each time?!

Living off nothing with no progress… no, that's wrong, I only proposed this plan to put the older sister at ease; whether there is progress doesn't matter… but still… no, there's no however, one shouldn't expect that development—I never expected it……

In the long-standing entanglement where even the fear that frequently visits as the nose strip falls away can be tossed to the back of the mind, she, who is neither frank nor wants to cause trouble, merely occasionally wants to keep rumors like 'Aomo trainer and Chengtian Bai Ren have an unusual relationship! I've seen him personally apply a nose strip to them!' and the like.

Wanting those rumors' variants to continue existing, wanting to see more of that handsome and domineering demonic persona, and moreover wanting this time to continue, she ultimately still remembers her original goal.

Dream Cup Midway, only a few days left.

Originally existing as an excuse, the overcoming of latent issue and willpower training, but instead, in the situation where there truly is progress and it truly works, it steadily advances, making her feel increasingly absurd while also becoming more keenly aware——this might just be the opportunity to make a choice.

Is it to resolve the psychological latent issue, abandon the clever little scheme that was hard to think of and hard to achieve, and embrace victory?

Or the reverse?

It's practically like asking whether one wants career or love, but sadly, it's exactly that this hasn't even risen to love yet; choosing which side seems like a question with an obvious answer.

No reversal.

Facing Chazuo's child who hinted at some dissatisfaction with the proposal, Chengtian Bai Ren, although indeed didn't understand what that proposal meant, but……

As one of the core members of Aomo Lindun's fan club, and also as one of the major sponsors for its activities and its peripheral popcorn, this Lang Wang, whom the voting website and fan accounts all call Lang Wang, has an understanding of Aomo Lindun that is about as much as fans can possibly achieve, and has an understanding of the imagery of 'dark night' and 'waning moon' that is not far from the facts.

'Good.'

Her response as above makes people inevitably think of the recent Jidong derby.

Thinking of that reckless runner who disregards the long-term future, only caring about present progress, lacking rhythm.

Indeed, the facts are exactly so.

Her rhythm began to crumble bit by bit several months ago, and now there's nothing left; even if she occasionally tries to hold on, it's just a slight lift before it crumbles again just like now.

'How could I not even think that my own sister could be a love‑brain?' In her ears she almost seems to hear her older sister's headache‑inducing complaints, making her feel doubtful once again.

How did she become a love‑brain?

Clearly she hasn't given everything for love, hasn't filled her mind with Aomo, and hasn't offered any kind of devotion.

Perhaps she just occasionally gives up a few small things, occasionally does things she normally wouldn't do.

Look, I've already abandoned my original plan for the race, and it's definitely not to get a glimpse of Aomo Lindun's inner self that most fans never get to see.

Hmm, definitely not.

Upon hearing Chazuo speak, she immediately agreed, making even Aomo stare in surprise—who is that person?

Do you know them, Chengtian Bai Ren?

No.

The white little Bai Ren asks the black little Bai Ren; after receiving such an answer, she nods, says 'right', and shakes hands, and having reached agreement like this, she must face the shadow that suddenly sweeps everything away, leaving no trace.

That fear, once cast aside by her into a corner and seeming the least worth mentioning, at the moment the dream becomes clear, reclaims its rightful place.

Like feet stuck to the ground, like facing the most blazing furnace.

Chengtian Bai Ren freezes in place, sweat beads on her forehead, breathing and pulse involuntarily quickening, all because the darkness almost fills the surroundings.

The nose strip that was just applied and removed within a minute should have been by her feet.

But she dares not lower her head to look.

The distant street has lights, only a hundred or so meters away—a distance that, as a horse girl and former Triple Crown winner, she could easily cross by stepping out.

But why can't she step out?

Why is she so stiff?

Am I afraid? What am I afraid of? What is there to be afraid of?

I……

What should I fight against?

No answer.

She can't figure it out, but her body feels as if it doesn't belong to her, as if she's fighting against something she can't figure out or remember, unable to take a step.

She even forgot why she came here; there's no longer any thought of appreciating the trainer's inner feelings, just an unconscious pursuit of the silhouette that was still there a few seconds ago, as long as months.

What about Chazuo?

Why isn't she here?

What about the trainer?

Where is the trainer again——when she unconsciously thinks that, a faintly pallid soft light shines upon her, also illuminating her side.

The flat concrete ground, with pavement laid at the edges to demarcate street from road, lets her hurried breathing cease, regaining some peace of mind.

Only somewhat.

Because she caught a glimpse of her feet, caught a glimpse of the shadow beside her feet.

Even if there was light, it remained like the shadow of a maggot on a tarsal bone, and at this moment it turned into some kind of horrible thing, making her, in her unconscious trembling, look elsewhere—look toward the distant light source, look toward that even more distant thing scattering that pale light's broken arc.

Just like that.

She saw the crescent moon wrapped in countless dark clouds.

In the dark clouds that should have again mirrored in her eyes a withered-like terror, again reminding her of the frightening thing from between the stars, the crescent moon—like a split cloud piercing darkness—together with the scattered specks of light around it, filled her entire field of view.

She saw it.

That was not just a speck of light.

That was a distant eyeball.

That was not a crescent moon.

That was a twisted chain.

That outline, embodying the utmost sharpness and solemnity of the world, ferocious, together with the other giant beasts standing in the darkness, seemed to be dozing, yet also gazing, existing there, causing her to lose herself in its sight.

She forgot all haste and panic.