Chapter 10 The Weeping Woman (1)

  "Hahaha... " seemed to come from the mirror again with an eerie and unbelievable laughter.

  Xiao Yan suddenly closed her eyes and shook her dizzy head, the scene in front of her disappeared again, everything returned to normal, leaving only the intense heartbeat warning of the previous scenes.

  Maybe I'm just too tired, take a bath and read a book before going to sleep. Xiaoyan thought to herself, shook her head again, walked out of the bathroom, the light dimmed, and the figure in the bathroom seemed to reappear, revealing a strange smile.

  Xiao Yan returned to her room, took out a book and reviewed those concepts and exercises that had long been familiar to her. She was so absorbed in it that she faintly heard a cry coming from afar, sometimes short and sometimes drawn-out, softly entering Xiao Yan's ears and heart, making people sad and sympathetic.

  Xiao Yan put down the book and looked for the source of the sad crying sound. She saw a woman in a white dress with long black hair, huddled in the dark corner by the bed, sobbing uncontrollably, her head buried in her knees covered by her white skirt, her face invisible.

  Xiao Yan's mind was filled with scene after scene: the blurry figure calling out "Yan Yan" by her bedside in her dreams; the shadowy figure lurking behind her in the bathroom; and the woman now crouched in the corner of the wall, crying. In fact, Xiao Yan knew deep down that it wasn't just an illusion - it was all 'her'. She was just constantly numbing herself, unsure of how to face it.

  Xiao Yan was terrified, afraid that when the woman lifted her head, it would not be a tear-stained face, but the terrifying and disgusting face that appeared in the mirror.

  As expected, this nightmare can't be easily escaped with just a bottle of sleeping pills.

  "Sleeping pills!" Ah, yes, sleeping pills! Xiaoyan suddenly remembered and rushed to the head of the bed like she was rescuing a rare treasure. She opened the cabinet, hastily grabbed the bottle of white pills, poured some into her palm, and then gulped down a mouthful with water. Ignoring the sorrowful crying sounds coming from the corner of the wall behind her.

  She only wanted to escape this unbelievable reality, escape from what she saw and heard, all the real yet incredible "dreams".

  Why doesn't God give himself a chance at an ordinary life? What is this dark and gloomy soul? What is this midnight terror? Is it because his own life is too dull and unremarkable, so heaven wants to add some 'fun' for him? The heavens have always loved to play tricks on people.

  “Sigh……” Xiaoyan lay on the bed, took a deep breath, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and closed her heavy eyelids. But that crying sound continued to accompany her, sometimes far away, sometimes near, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, sometimes making her fearful, sometimes making her feel pity. Finally, it disappeared with Xiaoyan's falling asleep, and everything returned to quietness.

  In a daze, Xiaoyan returned to that familiar yet enchanting dark world, escaping the reality of everything, quietly indulging in this silent and obscure universe. She would rather not wake up again, abandoning all her fears, indulging in this darkness, escaping everything she didn't want to face.

  The world is eerily silent, quietly still and soundless, sending shivers down one's spine.

  Xiao Yan seemed to hear that sorrowful cry again, right next to her. As if she had regained her senses, Xiao Yan furrowed her brow and opened her eyes reluctantly, only to see not the expected bright sunlight filling her familiar room, but the world that had captivated her, now once again taken over by a nightmare.

  The woman in white dress with long black hair was still crouched in the corner, crying. A patch of white figure against the dark background formed a stark contrast, extremely dazzling. Xiaoyan could only feel a suffocating feeling that made her toes jump to her heart, tightly pressing on her heart.

  Xiaoyan felt that she had nowhere to escape, and couldn't escape this nightmare. When despair was about to attack her heart again, she was powerless to stop it. Xiaoyan had always been very clear that escaping wasn't a solution, but how could she face it? She knew nothing about this sudden 'thing', and all that was left behind by 'her' were blurry shadows.

  At this time, that white figure was becoming clearer and clearer. The crying sound was also getting louder. Who was the 'her' who had been tormenting herself for countless nights? The answer seemed to be right in front of her, just a touch away from being solved. Like opium, it strongly tempted Xiaoyan's huge curiosity, but Xiaoyan understood that once she touched it, she could no longer predict what kind of consequences would follow, and whether she could bear them or not.

  Torn apart in her heart, how to choose?

  When the heart wants to counterattack, knowing oneself and others is necessary. For the first time, Xiaoyan thought not of avoiding or escaping, but of confronting, uncovering the unknown mystery, and breaking this dream. Finally, Xiaoyan stiffly stood up, as if stabilizing her own footsteps also required a lot of time. She mechanically moved towards that white figure step by step, each step, each movement, so difficult. Those sobs, like huge cymbals crashing heavily in the heart, heavy and powerful, making one's heart throb.

  Ahead, there seems to be an invisible cosmic black hole that attracts him to move forward. Once entered, he will be sucked into the endless darkness and cease to exist. Now she can't stop her own footsteps, can't control her limbs, and keeps moving forward in a ghostly manner.

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