Chapter 1433

Sincere and true, Zhen Yi and Zhen Xin

Before the 【Faith Game】 descended.

Reality, unknown province and city.

Winter had arrived; the winter of this year was exceptionally cold, and snow fell layer upon layer.

The pure white snowfield was a paradise for children, but it was also a nightmare for a certain child.

Because the little princess living in the hillside villa had frostbitten her face from playing too greedily in the snow, the girl had to stand in punishment outside the door for two extra hours today.

This way, when they visited tomorrow, her father and mother would be able to find more common topics with that family.

The shivering girl could even imagine their rhetoric at the dinner table tomorrow:

"Children like snow; look, our Xinxin is the same, playing until midnight yesterday and getting frostbite on her face, but what a coincidence, it's about the same place as Nannan's frostbite."

"This is called progress; we are moving closer to the leaders, and Xinxin is also moving closer to Nannan!"

And then, the dinner table was filled with joyful laughter, including the girl's own.

Because she knew that if she didn't laugh there, the time spent standing in punishment outside the door would double again.

But she didn't like snow at all.

It's so cold.

Sleepy and cold.

If only she could sleep for a while now, just for a little while, they wouldn't notice, just for a little while.

"Don't sleep!"

Someone shouted suddenly, but the girl, overcome by sleepiness, couldn't hold on; she collapsed into the snow with a "thump."

The adults in the room heard the sound and pushed the door open; seeing the girl collapsed on the ground, their first reaction wasn't to carry her inside, but to frown and scold:

"Don't be lazy, stand up for me! Other people's children are full of life after playing in the snow for two hours, and you only stood for one hour and want to rest?

Do you really think you're a princess too?

Stand up, did you hear me!"

The little girl lying on the ground remained motionless for a long time; the adults finally panicked, dragging the girl into the house in a flurry, wrapping her in a quilt; the woman touched her breath and her eyes darkened: "Send her to the hospital; she can't die yet."

The man's expression tightened: "No, if they find out Xinxin has a poor constitution and was frozen into the hospital, she won't be able to play with Nannan anymore; wrap another quilt around her, we won't visit tomorrow, let her rest for a day and see."

"But what if..."

"There are no 'what ifs'; she isn't dead, is she?"

"True, let's do that."

True.

Let's do that.

A day later, the girl slowly woke up; she lay on the bed, opened her eyes, looked at the two adults with furrowed brows by the bed, and no longer silent and wooden as before, she suddenly bloomed with a brilliant smile and called out prettily:

"Thank you, Dad and Mom, for saving me; I will be more sensible from now on."

The man and woman were stunned; as con artists, they initially didn't believe a child could have such a big change, but through subsequent observation, they discovered that this child had become enlightened.

The woman was very gratified: "My eye for people is indeed accurate; I saw this girl was like us back at the orphanage."

The man was even more satisfied: "I said I wasn't wrong; it seems the suffering in the snow helped her grow. Very good, we are closer to success."

Because she was sensible, the girl gained more freedom, and her personality became "better" and better; at least in front of people, the girl who often had a "hee" sound on her lips won the favor of many.

However, in places where people couldn't see, she curled up in a corner more than once, whispering with red eyes:

"They don't hit me anymore, everyone likes me, and Mingyu often comes to see me; I act like you very well, and she is very happy.

But she can see you, yet I can't.

Can you... please come back? I miss you so much."

The girl's call never received a response, until one day, when she fell asleep from exhaustion in the corner; the moment she closed her eyes, she opened them again.

She would never forget those words:

"From today on, you are Zhen Yi, my sister.

Together, we are sincere and true."

"......"

When the old scars were torn open again, when the frozen suffering melted anew, everyone finally knew that it wasn't Zhen Xin who fantasized about a Zhen Yi to bear everything for her, but Zhen Yi who missed another version of herself and fantasized about a Zhen Xin!

As for where the original Zhen Xin went...

She hated snow and probably chose to leave in that winter.

Silence.

Endless silence.

Cheng Shi froze in place with an inexplicable expression; only at this moment did he realize belatedly that the Magician had actually fooled herself like this.

No, it should be said that the master of trickery had fooled herself.

Zhen Xin had always been Zhen Yi, and Zhen Yi was the main body of this split consciousness.

No wonder!

No wonder her inner secret back then was "the world has long since lost hope," and no wonder she sought death after An Shenxuan left!

Because she had nothing left to lose; perhaps it was precisely because of An Mingyu's existence that Zhen Yi couldn't bear it and "created" such a Zhen Xin.

But the reason for Zhen Xin's existence was long gone, so Zhen Yi...

The clowns present were all moved by this sisterly bond; Cheng Shi thought more, and he had to confirm one thing:

"Who inherited the 【Chaos】 throne?"

Zhen Yi sniffed slightly, then bloomed with a smile in a second:

"It's my sister!

When I learned we were about to replace them, I realized I might have to be separated from my sister.

I was very scared and helpless then, until you found me and talked about the 【Chaos】 throne.

I was thinking, if the sister I fantasized about was recognized by the 【Convention】 and became a true god in this world, would she be truly 'resurrected'?"

"......"

"So to resurrect Zhen Xin, you risked your own disappearance and let her agree to inherit the 【Chaos】 throne?"

"She didn't agree, but it wasn't up to her.

Hee~

I am the main personality, so I agreed.

But everyone doesn't need to look so bitter; I'm not dead, am I?

Besides, if the bad luck died, everyone should be happy."

"......"

"......"

"......"

For a moment, Cheng Shi didn't know if it was bad luck or not.

He took a deep breath, cleared his thoughts, and nodded:

"So now Zhen Xin has an independent consciousness because of the 【Chaos】 throne, and you haven't disappeared, which means you can still inherit the 【Fraud】 throne?"

As he spoke, Cheng Shi suddenly laughed at himself, "Right, that's exactly right, everything was meant to be this way.

【Fraud】 He... is simply cut from the same cloth as you.

No, it should be said that He is you..."

Cheng Shi didn't say the last sentence out loud; he thought to himself, "A poor person living in the era of 【Nothingness】 performing a one-man show."

The scene fell silent again; Zhang Jizu sighed, looked at Long Wang, and said: "You saw her past long ago, so when I was wondering who would inherit 【Fraud】, you already had the answer in your heart."

Li Jingming nodded: "That's right, no one is more suitable than her; of course, everything depends on the decision of the 【Convention】."

Long Jing, on the side, was extremely angry; he gritted his teeth and asked: "What about the remaining memories? Don't tell me those people could still live until the 【Faith Game】 descended."

Long Wang shook his head: "When a con artist realizes they've been fooled, they only feel more desperate than death; everything is in the past..."

In the gap of their whispering, Cheng Shi looked at Zhen Yi:

"Where is your sister? I have some things I need to ask for her opinion on."

"Ask directly; I am her."

"You are not; you are Zhen Yi. I want to ask your sister Zhen Xin, the one who inherited the 【Chaos】 throne, has an independent personality, protected you, and respects your existence."

"......" The smile on Zhen Yi's face disappeared; the next second, the Magician returned.

She pulled a broken smile: "Sorry for making everyone worry."

Cheng Shi shook his head and got straight to the point:

"Zhen Yi is suitable for the 【Fraud】 throne; this is an indisputable fact.

But I must tell you, Zhen Xin, as her sister, you still have a choice now.

Becoming a god is not an absolutely good thing, and don't worry about us stopping because we can't find a suitable successor; facing the unknown path ahead, every god carries a heavy burden; once Zhen Yi inherits the 【Fraud】 throne, she might bear even more.

She has already paid a lot; will you... still agree?"

Zhen Xin pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and said softly:

"Zhen Yi has grown up and is far more mature than me.

From what I know of her, whether to inherit or not is not up to her, but whether this world cares about her.

She can grit her teeth and persist until now; besides for me and Mingyu, the rest is her obsession with this world.

She keeps leaving traces in this world just to tell the world that Zhen Xin was here...

She is a strong sister, but I am a cowardly sister.

And now, everyone's care—at least the clowns' care—has made her joyful again.

Cheng Shi, you shouldn't ask me this question, but ask her directly.

I have never been her and cannot make any decisions for her."

What a bitter yet warm set of words; everything Zhen Yi did was just to prove that Zhen Xin was here.

It turns out her bad luck wasn't bad luck, but her longing and persistence for her sister.

"I understand."

Cheng Shi nodded, his heart enlightened.