I threw my phone into the fountain and watched the stream of data explode into blue arcs in the water. The funeral home called and said they had found a charred corpse, and the DNA perfectly matched Hao Aixuan.
At the celebration banquet, the new director enthusiastically handed over a new script: "Please invite Teacher Li to guest star in the heroine's previous life. The setting is to be a puppet controlled by the system."
I shook my champagne glass and looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows. Countless "Li Qings" were smiling in the reflection of the glass. Some of them were holding trophies, some were covered in blood, and some were inking moles behind young girls' ears. When the 100th reflection raised its gun, I raised my glass to the void:
"Here's to all the supporting girls who refuse to accept their fate."
Suddenly there was a heavy rain outside the window, and the tracks of the raindrops hitting the glass gradually formed the smiling face of Hao Aixuan when she finally jumped into the sea.
