Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

Before Diamond Treasure could even bend down to pick it up.

The rainwater that gathered on the ground was like an invisible hand, pushing the light little bag downstream.

This highland is not entirely flat.

It has a slight tilt angle.

And that tilting direction is precisely where the river is located.

"Do not--!"

Diamond Treasure's eyes widened instantly.

At this moment, the sachet is slowly sliding towards the riverbank along with the surface water.

"Qizi!"

Poetry and Wine grabbed her arm.

"Ignore it! It's too dangerous!"

"But that's...that's me..."

Lingzuan Qibao's voice was choked with sobs, and her eyes were already red.

"I spent a long time making that...it's for you, Xiao Jiu..."

She watched the light blue fabric slide further and further away.

The silver-gray horse ears were pressed tightly against the top of its head, and the Diamond Treasure was trembling all over, whether from the cold or from anxiety.

"I'll go get it, I'll be quick—"

"no!"

Poetry and wine intensified the force in his hands.

"Listen to me, it's just a—"

But Diamond Treasure was no longer listening.

That little sachet carries so much.

It was the first time she had seriously learned to do handicrafts, and her fingers were pricked by needles countless times.

She stayed up every night watching the tutorial videos, re-enacting the work over and over again, until midnight yesterday when she finally finished it.

It was her clumsy yet sincere sentiment that she wanted to convey to poetry and wine.

How could she just stand by and watch it be washed into the river?

"I'm sorry, Xiao Jiu—I'll be right back—!"

Diamond Treasure suddenly broke free from Poetry and Wine's grasp and rushed toward the small bag.

"Qizi——!!"

Poetry and wine clenched their hearts.

She tried to chase after him, but her foot slipped and her knee slammed hard against a rock.

The excruciating pain spread from her knee throughout her body, slowing her movements by half a beat.

Meanwhile, the Diamond Treasure had already run several meters away.

The sturgeon ran with difficulty through the mud, its water-soaked backpack like a huge weight.

Her movements caused her to sway violently, severely affecting her balance.

Nearly.

closer.

The small bag was less than a meter away.

Diamond Treasure bent down and stretched out his hand—

Her fingertips touched the soaked light blue cotton cloth.

Just then—

The ground beneath my feet suddenly became soft.

She stepped onto a patch of soft, rain-soaked soil near the riverbank.

The soil collapsed instantly under her weight, and she slid down along with it.

"Waaaaah—!!"

Diamond Treasure let out a terrified scream.

She lost control of her body and slid rapidly down the collapsed riverbank.

The heavy backpack became a fatal burden, its weight making it impossible for her to adjust her posture.

They could only watch helplessly as they drew ever closer to that raging, murky water.

She was desperately trying to grasp something.

His fingers drew several deep grooves in the soil.

withered grass, stones, tree roots...

The Diamond Treasure cannot be caught.

Everything was slippery—

Everything is collapsing—

What kind of creature can't swim?

It's definitely not a sturgeon-like horse.

"thump--!!"

A dull thud as the water fell.

The silver-gray figure disappeared into the murky, roaring torrent.

"Qizi——!!!"

The heart-wrenching cries of poetry and wine echoed in the torrential rain.

The roar of the river and the patter of the rain filled my ears.

The auditory world of poetry and wine intertwines into a chaotic noise.

The silver-gray figure struggled violently in the murky river water.

The head of the Diamond Treasure would sometimes float to the surface and sometimes be submerged by the current.

Her long, silver-gray hair spread out like seaweed in the muddy water, only to be tangled up again by the rushing current.

She frantically pounded the water with her arms, splashing up large sprays of water mixed with mud and sand.

The Diamond Treasure emitted intermittent coughing and cries for help—

"Cough, cough cough—a little, a little wine—help—glug—"

But those sounds were quickly drowned out by the roar of the river and the patter of the rain.

The huge, water-soaked backpack on her back became a deadly shackle, its weight desperately pulling the diamond treasure downwards.

The rain-soaked clothes were like countless hands, tightly binding her limbs, making each struggle increasingly difficult.

Her movements became increasingly sluggish.

The intervals between surfacing are getting longer and longer.

Poetry and wine's pupils contracted sharply.

Her body reacted faster than her mind.

His hands began to unzip the down jacket, pulling the heavy coat off his shoulders and throwing it into the mud at his feet.

Next came the long-sleeved outer layer.

The rain-soaked fabric clung tightly to her skin, and it took her a lot of effort to peel it off.

shoe.

Yes, and shoes too.

She stepped on her heels and kicked the hiking boots aside.

Stepping barefoot into the icy mud, the biting cold brought her back to her senses.

Then--

She stopped moving.

In those few seconds, countless thoughts flashed through her mind like lightning.

'This is the world of scripts, isn't it...'

Poetry and wine's gaze fell upon that roaring river.

A murky, dark yellow was reflected in his deep black pupils.

'A scripted world created by three goddesses.'

She didn't know what the rules of death were in this world.

If Diamond Treasure dies—will she really die?

Or will it be like a game, where you start over at a certain save point?

Or perhaps we could simply end this scenario world.

'If she's not really going to die…'

Poetry and wine, his fingers trembled slightly.

'Then why should I—'

The black-haired girl's gaze remained fixed on the churning, muddy water.

water.

Cold, murky, suffocating water.

Just looking at the water, Shi Yujiu felt something suddenly tighten around her throat.

That feeling was all too familiar.

She became so familiar with it that her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

She was so familiar with it that her breathing became disordered.

That feeling was all too familiar.

She knew it so well that she could clearly recall the day she died as soon as she closed her eyes.

That night that ended the previous chapter of her life.

The icy seawater rushed into my mouth and nose, and my lungs felt like they were being squeezed tightly. Every struggle only made more water rush into my body.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 81 Nesting (22nd update)

The story takes place on a moonless night.

The sea was as calm as a giant piece of black glass.

The waves crashed against the rocks, making a muffled sound.

She stood on the edge of the shore, the sea breeze tousling her hair, the salty, fishy smell filling her nostrils.

What was her name back then?

His name is Shi Yujiu.

It doesn't matter anymore.

It was just a broken soul who was tired of living, utterly disillusioned with the world, and decided to end everything with its own hands.

There was no suicide note.