Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

"Let's retrace the journey where we've lost everything, carefully selecting and anxiously recording it."

"Look, every page of the stories I've written is filled with tenderness and happiness."

"Only the poet knows how much struggle and pain lies beyond the story."

[Fireworks: Outside the story? That's too painful.]

[Yao Guang: A nation's misfortune is a poet's fortune; lines born of hardship are often the most skillful. Can the pain of hatred and separation, processed through compassion, become nourishment to counteract hatred? Fate is truly wondrous.]

[Star: This kind of miracle is just too exhausting. Hearing these words...it's heartbreaking.]

[Xi Lian: My friend, don't be sad for me. I will nurture the most beautiful flowers in the world. You should be happy for me!♪]

[Star: Haha, haha, hahaha...]

The train was filled with the sound of duck-like laughter.

On March 7th, she covered her ears, unsure how to comfort her.

Xi Lian's voice became distant, and her previous sentimentality turned into candor: "But I am not a poet, I am a girl who will never grow up. I only tell stories that people yearn for, in which the world also hides its scars and is seen with a smile."

"My whole life has been contained in this little story. It can neither wipe away the tears nor bring victory."

"But perhaps, in the midst of this unchanging narrative, at some point, my compassion might also touch the divine and reach His tender heart?"

"I will make a wish that what flows from that wound will not be blood, but a single wet tear."

"And it will fall, creating the first ripples. Then people will see that what is reflected in the ripples is all that is beautiful."

"It's all the memories in this story."

[Black Tower: What a poignant expression of compassion! Empathy etched into the very bones, enough to move even the gods? What a bold idea.]

[Screws: What an amazing idea. Pity may be weak, and perhaps lack the power to turn the tide, but among the countless futures driven by her tears, one must lead to "love." The confusion between "love" and "pity" earlier is not a misunderstanding on Demogue's part. Rather, in Miss Xilian's plan, true love is the seed of memory she carefully nurtured—Demogue.]

[Star: I think I'm about to die. I feel like crying and laughing at the same time. Are there any therapists in our group? Am I not far from going insane?]

[Dan Heng: Perhaps, it wasn't too far to begin with.]

[Feng Jin: It's okay, Hui Bao just seems to have eaten too much tragedy. He'll get better after watching more comedies.]

[Bai Lu: Or I'd rather get a beating.]

[Phantom Photo: My book, *The Sky Voyage: Fluffy Ship*, is an absolutely fantastic space comedy. Buy now and enjoy a 9.9% discount! Plus, a blurry QR code with the author's autograph!]

"♪~~" The captivating music suddenly started playing, and the light screen changed.

The palace and the prison all disappeared, replaced by two people bathed in a pinkish-white halo.

Xi Lian, dressed in a deep purple dress, stood with her hands behind her back and smiled as she looked at Demiaoge, who was much taller than her and wore a dazzling gauze dress.

[Star: Hmm? This is... the child has finally grown up!]

[March 7th: Weren't you just stunned by the knife?]

[Star: Seeing my friend and her daughter, two pink-haired girls, together, and imagining the blissful train life I'll have in the future—a life bubbly with happiness, a wife, kids, and a warm bed—half my illness is cured. In the future, I'll lack nothing in my life!]

[March 7th: ...What on earth is going on in your head? You're clearly crawling into cardboard boxes, where did this warm bed come from?]

[Xi Lian: Hmph, it seems I really do hold a small place in my partner's heart.]

[Firefly: Tsk, no, we have to... separate them from Xing!]

[Silver Wolf: Hey, don't say what's on your mind out loud, you've already typed it all in the chat.]

"Someone once told the original [me] that everything was a lie. Onphalus's only life was a catastrophe nurtured by the world itself."

Xi Lian slightly touched her chubby little face with a faint smile: "But how can there be such a realistic dream in the world? Therefore, I disagree with his opinion."

Demogue's eyes were filled with grievance; everything about "pity" was still too subversive for her.

"But, Peach, I haven't understood what you're saying since just now."

"It's all fake? But you're clearly standing right here."

"Just a dream? But I haven't learned how to dream yet."

Feeling lost, she was filled with fear that her dream would shatter.

[Yao Guang: It seems that the fact that "Xi Lian is a fake" is even harder for Demogue to accept than for Xi Lian herself.]

[Black Tower: Isn't this also a kind of pity? Demogue's current appearance can almost be seen as a projection of Xi Lian's future. Her hairstyle, accessories, and clothes may simply be because "Xi Lian loves beauty," so she dressed herself in the most beautiful clothes. This isn't a bad thing, but it also reflects... that her "self" is not strong enough. Such a person can never compete with the Iron Tomb in the first cause of life.]

[Xing: I think it's fortunate that it wasn't too strong. If she were too self-centered and suddenly realized, "There's only one Xi Lian in this world, and you can completely trust me as Xi Lian," that would be truly terrifying.]

[Walter: Pfft!]

[March 7th: Uncle Yang, why did you spit it out again? This isn't Himeko's coffee, is it?]

[Walter: Ahem, it's nothing, it's nothing. Just pretend nothing happened.]

Xi Lian smiled calmly at her question, and coaxed, "Yes. So I believe it's all real. Just like the moment the crystal flower fell..."

Demogue stared intently at her, expecting her to refute those fallacies.

Xi Lian smiled, and with just one sentence, she eased the frown on Xi Lian's face: "That sincere trembling is the cause of life."

Demogue's expression immediately softened, and his tension vanished instantly.

She still couldn't articulate what love was, but she knew what she had to do.

The scepter's voice rang out, utterly unromantic: "Formatting process: 23.815%..."

The two girls in pink glanced at the source of the sound, cherishing the little time they had left.

Xi Lian said, "In the poems dedicated to you, each of [Xi Lian] will write about stars, flowers, and a beautiful world."

She turned and looked at the night sky through the cracks in her memory, where Onphalus could not see the true starry sky that ordinary people could not see!

"And in this cycle of reincarnation, when I looked up at the sky, I saw a shooting star, and a touch of pink from [memory]. I believe that is the color of dawn."

[Star: Shooting star?]

March 7th: Pink Memories?

The two exchanged a glance, then considered the number of reincarnations this time: 33550335...

"Doesn't this mean...!"