On the day of the final, the audience is charged up.
Players fill the venue. Ah Zhao is in the middle of the air as usual.
A Sword from the West doesn’t need to look up to look for her since he knows she is always there, watching him.
His opponent is powerful.
However, he is even more so.
Besides, he can't lose.
Holding her chin, Ah Zhao looks at Ji Yunting with blinking eyes as she speaks with cotton candy:
“The male lead is so handsome.”
Cotton candy isn't affected by her enthusiasm at all. It even feels like sleeping.
On the stage, Ji Yunting kills his opponent with one brief move.
The champion is decided.
Everyone sees it when he puts away his sword, reaches out and blows a kiss to somewhere in the air.
The audience is surprised and looks at that direction. Even the camera goes to it.
However, there’s nothing.
Only Ji Yunting sees a girl sitting there, smiling sweetly at him.
However, he is drugged away by the game stuff, busy with acceptance speech and award ceremony which stops him from sharing his joy with Ah Zhao immediately.
One advantage of virtual reality is that everything can change in no time.
The venue for the final soon turns into a stage.
Ah Zhao watches the presenter give Ji Yunting the symbol of the highest honor of this competition.
Somehow, she feels a little emotional and blurts out: “Cotton candy, I’m so excited.”
As soon as she says that, she blacks out.
Right now, Ji Yunting is speaking on the stage:
“I’m most thankful for this one person.” His expression suddenly changes since when he looks up, he can't find the girl who was sitting there a moment ago.
He suppresses his anxiety. Ending his speech hurriedly, he gives the stage to other players.
Throwing the trophy in his backpack, he finds a chance to leave.
“Ah Zhao.” He calls her from his heart which is how he usually contacts her. He knows she can hear it.
However, there isn’t a response.
Ji Yunting smiles: “Now, don't tease me. I’m worried.”
Still no response.
His heart sinks.
Without a word, he walks to that plain again, sitting down.
There hasn’t been a rain here for a long time. The ground is dry with a-finger-long grass.
However, with few visitors, it is as silent as ever.
He has got many private messages.
Congratulations, small talks and messages from game stuff.
He doesn't want to reply a single one of them.
He keeps calling her. He’ll have a rest when he’s tired.
Around five’o clock in the afternoon, he looks up at the sky and logs out.
Cooking himself a meal and taking a walk, at eight, he logs into the game on time.
He doesn't actually do anything in the game except waiting.
He doesn’t know what happened. But he knows Ah Zhao can find him no matter where he is as long as she wants to.
This plain is special since he was found by Ah Zhao here when he met her for the first time.
A day passes, then two days.
Ji Yunting's heart is heavier but he looks calmer.
He feels dead inside, as he has expected.
He has imagined her leave numerous times. However, he was too weak to think about the consequences, instead, he was happy about what he had then.
Until the day she really left.
I am so calm though. He thinks.
On the day of the final, the audience is charged up.
Players fill the venue. Ah Zhao is in the middle of the air as usual.
A Sword from the West doesn’t need to look up to look for her since he knows she is always there, watching him.
His opponent is powerful.
However, he is even more so.
Besides, he can't lose.
Holding her chin, Ah Zhao looks at Ji Yunting with blinking eyes as she speaks with cotton candy:
“The male lead is so handsome.”
Cotton candy isn't affected by her enthusiasm at all. It even feels like sleeping.
On the stage, Ji Yunting kills his opponent with one brief move.
The champion is decided.
Everyone sees it when he puts away his sword, reaches out and blows a kiss to somewhere in the air.
The audience is surprised and looks at that direction. Even the camera goes to it.
However, there’s nothing.
Only Ji Yunting sees a girl sitting there, smiling sweetly at him.
However, he is drugged away by the game stuff, busy with acceptance speech and award ceremony which stops him from sharing his joy with Ah Zhao immediately.
One advantage of virtual reality is that everything can change in no time.
The venue for the final soon turns into a stage.
Ah Zhao watches the presenter give Ji Yunting the symbol of the highest honor of this competition.
Somehow, she feels a little emotional and blurts out: “Cotton candy, I’m so excited.”
As soon as she says that, she blacks out.
Right now, Ji Yunting is speaking on the stage:
“I’m most thankful for this one person.” His expression suddenly changes since when he looks up, he can't find the girl who was sitting there a moment ago.
He suppresses his anxiety. Ending his speech hurriedly, he gives the stage to other players.
Throwing the trophy in his backpack, he finds a chance to leave.
“Ah Zhao.” He calls her from his heart which is how he usually contacts her. He knows she can hear it.
However, there isn’t a response.
Ji Yunting smiles: “Now, don't tease me. I’m worried.”
Still no response.
His heart sinks.
Without a word, he walks to that plain again, sitting down.
There hasn’t been a rain here for a long time. The ground is dry with a-finger-long grass.
However, with few visitors, it is as silent as ever.
He has got many private messages.
Congratulations, small talks and messages from game stuff.
He doesn't want to reply a single one of them.
He keeps calling her. He’ll have a rest when he’s tired.
Around five’o clock in the afternoon, he looks up at the sky and logs out.
Cooking himself a meal and taking a walk, at eight, he logs into the game on time.
He doesn't actually do anything in the game except waiting.
He doesn’t know what happened. But he knows Ah Zhao can find him no matter where he is as long as she wants to.
This plain is special since he was found by Ah Zhao here when he met her for the first time.
A day passes, then two days.
Ji Yunting's heart is heavier but he looks calmer.
He feels dead inside, as he has expected.
He has imagined her leave numerous times. However, he was too weak to think about the consequences, instead, he was happy about what he had then.
Until the day she really left.
I am so calm though. He thinks.
