“…Miao? It’s…you. Sorry…Miao…I’ve caused you trouble. From here on…”
“Mm… I understand…”
“…Good… I really wish…I could have…one last drink…”
With those final words, the last of the person’s strength faded away. Unable to hold himself up, he slid down along the blood on the blade that pierced his heart, and finally drew his last breath on this scorched earth littered with severed limbs and shattered blades. The one holding the blade was the person he had just been speaking to. After confirming that he was truly gone, she slid the blade back into its sheath.
“…Goodbye…Teacher Swicia…”
“…Huang Quan reporting to the bridge. Information recovery mission complete. Requesting return.”
“Miaomiao, Miaomiao!!! Get up! You’re going to be late for morning class, ”
“Don’t tell me you’re still sleeping?! Careful, the teacher might make you copy the Trainee Matchmaker’s Handbook again!”
The noisy voice finally brought Tu Shan Miaomiao back to reality.
“Another…strange dream. All right, all right, Sister Yaya, I’m up. Stop yelling.”
Tu Shan Yaya was just about to kick the door in when it opened by itself.
“Miaomiao, you’re finally up…”
“What’s wrong, Miaomiao? Did someone bully you?”
“What do you mean, Sister Yaya? I’m perfectly fine.”
“But…you’re crying.”
“Crying…”
Finally realizing something was wrong, Miaomiao looked into the mirror on her dressing table. She really was crying.
(So what if I can’t write a synopsis? [A rookie author stands their ground and puts their hands on their hips.] Also, I’m planning a major rewrite of this book. Still figuring out the details.)
It looks great. The idea of the underworld in Bengtie with the fox demon is fine except for typos. I hope it can be updated to the end.