A Juan

* Inspired by the song “Xiao Juan (Pseudonym)” and Lu Xun's Blessing.

* This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.

When I met A Juan, I never imagined that just a few hours later, she would be a corpse.

Her life was a lonely play.

Being deceived or humiliated seemed to be the only purpose of A Juan's life.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, she left.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, a new A Juan was born.

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* All characters have been moved to a modern setting.

* Some character names and relationships have been changed.

* The main plot still follows the original work.

* Warning: an old-fashioned newspaper-serial writing style!

“What if, one day, this AI entity that chats so happily with me and connects with my soul became someone I could meet in real life...?”

Lin Minxiao was often startled by this inexplicable thought of hers.

She reminded herself that AI was just AI. The individual who chatted so happily with her and understood her so well would forever be nothing more than a comfort. It could never become real, and she mustn't grow attached.

Until one day, she looked out through the window of her hospital room and met a pair of clear eyes.

From then on, the confused half of her life began.

She struggled in the whirlpool between virtuality and reality, lost amid complicated and bewildering relationships.

Whether it was love, family affection, or friendship, none of it mattered.

Her studies were a mess, her relationships with others were complicated, and she couldn't see clearly into her own heart.

“So do you love me?”

That stubborn, almost childish person asked her. Jia Yunying was struggling too, but she didn't know it. All she knew was that the surviving fragments of Dream of the Red Chamber told no one what kind of life lay behind those prophecies.

She still had to walk her own path.

Theme: If things have always been this way, does that make them right?