Qing Wu thought she was just a pipa-playing entertainer.
Until she heard a cold voice:
"Congratulations, player. You have successfully cleared the instance."
The chill of the snowy ground seeped into her bones. Her pipa lay shattered beside her.
She collapsed in a pool of blood and heard her own voice ask, "You killed me for her?"
The person did not turn around.
When she opened her eyes again, iron chains bound her wrists.
A man in a green robe asked her, "Where did you learn that poem?"
A swordsman player unlocked her side quest, but whenever they were together, his gaze stayed fixed on the glowing screen floating in midair.
If everything is a script decreed by fate, who gets to decide how her story ends?
Theme: Break free and save yourself.
Coming from Douyin, come on 😍 😍
"----------..." Is a big bug for the author~ In fact, there is no need to write this