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

In the light green eyes of the diamond-cut treasure, there was a hint of cautious probing and a touch of unease.

"I don't hate you."

The voices of poetry and wine are soft, yet earnest.

Diamond Treasure was stunned for a moment.

The silver-gray horse ears trembled slightly, and the unease in the light green eyes slowly dissipated.

Then she laughed.

He laughed even more happily than before.

"Yes! I know!"

Unfortunately, that's a shame.

Poetry and wine themselves weren't in as good a state as they seemed.

The pain is still there.

From the moment I woke up until I fell asleep, from morning till night, the pain never stopped.

Sometimes it's a dull, persistent pain, and sometimes it's a sudden, sharp pain.

Something was grinding against her bones, not violently, but constantly, making her irritable. It was as if someone was pricking her nerves with needles, attacking without warning and disappearing without warning.

I've grown accustomed to poetry and wine.

No one noticed anything unusual about her.

At least that's what she thought.

But there is another problem.

hallucinations.

It could be due to pain, or it could be because I haven't slept well for too long.

Before returning to this world, she had been suffering from insomnia for several days in the real world.

Anxious nights, restless early mornings, including the moments spent staring at the ceiling waiting for dawn...

All of them left traces.

In short, she began to hallucinate.

It started with just some very minor things.

For example, when walking on the street, you might see a figure that doesn't exist in your peripheral vision.

The figure always stood in the corner or leaned against the wall, watching her without moving.

But when she turned around to look, there was nothing there, only empty walls and dappled light and shadow.

For example, when sitting by the training field, you might hear some strange noises.

It sounded like someone was calling her name, or like someone was whispering.

But when she listened carefully, those sounds disappeared, leaving only the sound of the wind and the distant sounds of the horse trainers.

For example, when you look at the sky, you may see things that don't exist floating around.

Sometimes it's a fallen leaf, sometimes a bird in flight, and sometimes a blurry black shadow.

But in the blink of an eye, those things disappeared, leaving only a clear blue sky and white clouds.

Including a woman I met before who worked at a teahouse called Manchester City, and behind her was a blurry figure that looked very much like her.

The figure even greeted Poetry and Wine with a relaxed air.

"oi, oi, it seems to be a Stand user of the same type as the one at my family's teahouse?"

"I'm Sunday Serenity, wanna grab a coffee, little pony?"

However, poetry and wine know that none of this is true.

So she didn't pay attention to it or respond to the figure.

These hallucinations will go away once you get some rest.

Although the effects of poetry and wine seemed to be improving with rest, the hallucinations became more and more frequent.

One day, she and Lingzuan Qibao were having lunch in the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was crowded, filled with the sounds of talking and clinking utensils.

Sunlight streamed in through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, making the entire space bright and warm.

Diamond Treasure sat opposite her, talking excitedly.

"—Then the horse girl fell down! But she immediately got up and kept running! That's amazing!"

Her silver-gray horse ears swayed back and forth in rhythm with her speech.

Her light green eyes sparkled, filled with excitement and anticipation.

Poetry and wine listened, occasionally nodding in agreement.

"Ah."

"What do you think, Xiao Jiu?"

"what?"

"I mean, what would you do if you were in my shoes?"

The chopsticks, representing poetry and wine, touched the dish.

"Get up and keep running."

"Right, right! That's what I think too!"

Diamond Treasure nodded happily, its silver-gray horse ears twitching.

"Although I can't run too fast right now, once I'm fully recovered, I want to—"

Her voice suddenly became muffled.

Poetry and Wine frowned, trying to concentrate on what she was saying.

But those words seemed to be isolated by something, becoming distant and distorted, like sounds coming from underwater.

Then--

She saw it.

Behind the Diamond Treasure stood a person.

The person just stood there, motionless.

He was soaked to the bone.

Water dripped from that person's hair.

One drop, one drop, and another.

Following the cheek, following the neck, following the hem of the clothes.

Water dripped from the clothes, pooled on the floor, and slowly spread out.

The breath of poetry and wine paused for a moment.

That person's face—

Blurry and unclear.

It was as if shrouded in mist, obscured by something, making it impossible to see facial features or expressions.

It could be her, or it could be someone else.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 102 Where am I?

Does she look a lot like her?

But one thing is clear.

That face was pale and bluish-white.

His lips were purple, like a corpse that had been soaking for too long.

His eyes stared blankly at her, devoid of any emotion or life.

It looks like a drowned person.

"Please... inform... my child whom I have never met... that I... am still... waiting for her in Ireland..."

child?

Ireland?

Is it...is it an auditory hallucination?

Poetry and wine clenched their fingers tightly around the chopsticks.

I strained so hard my knuckles turned white.

The illusion is still there.

The person, soaking wet, was still standing behind Lingzuan Qibao, staring at her without moving.

“I… am… Li… Fa… Fa…”

His eyes seemed to have changed slightly.

It's hard to say whether it's become gentler or more insidious...

It was, after all, a dead person's face, so it was hard to see clearly...

The water is still dripping.

a drop.

a drop.

Another drop.

"A little wine?"

The voice of the Diamond Treasure suddenly became clear.

Poetry and wine suddenly brought them back to their senses.

"what happened to you?"

Diamond Treasure looked at her with concern, its silver-gray horse ears drooping slightly.

"Your face is so pale..."

Poetry and wine winked at each other.

The illusion disappeared.

There was nothing behind the Diamond Treasure.

There were only students coming and going, only bright sunlight, and only clean floors.

There were no water stains, no soaked figure, and no pale, bluish face.

Nothing at all.

Has it switched to the horror channel?

The worldview has changed rather strangely...

"nothing."

Poetry and Wine lowered their heads and continued eating.

Her hands were still trembling slightly, but the movements were natural and there was nothing unusual about them.

"Maybe I'm a little tired."

"Then you should get more rest!"

Lingzuan Qibao looked at her with concern, her light green eyes filled with worry.