After dressing as a villain in Yiyou, she opened her eyes and was in the Shura field

It's been a long time, and now it's in decline, and the latest web news shows that the game is about to be shut down due to dwindling customers.

And the ending of the novel is not what she thought before, the four people live happily together.

Because the platform prohibits writing NP articles, the ending at the end of the book is ambiguous and open. Anna Xi is not with anyone, but is related to everyone, and there is only one male protagonist at the end of the game.

Sera also looked at a few anime characters released on the official posters. She stared at them for a long time, and finally sneered and turned off the interface.

These painters did not restore even a tenth of their beauty.

She glanced at her two empty wrists, and sighed again.

Whether it was a dream during a coma or a story about a real soul going to the game world, she had to end this unrealistic memory.

The real life returns, and my quiet little life will continue.

On the day she was discharged from the hospital, she only carried a bag, and no one picked her up. She bought a plane ticket to go home by herself.

On the way, she received an international call.

"Serra, congratulations on your recovery and discharge from the hospital. There are too many domestic affairs and I can't come to pick you up."

This is a friend of hers who is far away in China. The two once traveled to Whitby together.

"I saw the bouquet of roses by the bed, thank you rose."

Sierra gets in the car and talks to her all the way.

"Is your book no longer serialized? I haven't been able to find inspiration recently. We can make an appointment to travel again."

Serra: "I've had an amazing journey while I'm in a coma, and I can't work on that book just yet."

"Tell me about it?"

"it is good."

She trusted this foreign friend so much that she even thought it would be more objective if someone else wrote this story.

She is afraid that she will be biased.

For more than half a month, Sierra hadn't left the house. She and Rose kept close email correspondence, and even talked on the phone for a long time until late at night.

Telephone bills accounted for a large part of her life, but Sierra didn't stop. She especially needed someone to talk to, and Rose was the best candidate.

She is very happy to listen to herself, because it can bring her a lot of inspiration.

After Sierra told almost all the stories she encountered, what she got was a long series of silences from Rose, and a final exclamation.

"This is a story about a bad woman who just wants to go home. I am surprised that you can use that book to create such a big emotional world when you are in a coma. Those beasts really love you."

"Of course I'm not saying you're a bad woman, but that dream you had." She explained in an afterthought.

Sierra acquiesced, "It's pretty bad."

Later, the other party asked her curiously, "Assuming that you have experienced everything the protagonist has experienced, and the reason you came back here is to treat them as illusory, non-existent dummy, then what about your comeback feelings? It is also false. Nothing at all?"

Sierra sat at the computer desk, watching the snow falling outside, and the houses in the distance were covered with festive Christmas decorations.

It's another Christmas.

She wrapped the blanket around her body tightly, "I think there is, but it's hard to admit."

Admitting to living in an imaginary world, and rubbing love with a group of inhuman paper creatures.

But that Christmas was the happiest holiday she had ever had.

So many friends.

She lowered her eyes, looked at the cold apple pie in front of her, picked up a fork and took a bite.

Not tasty at all.

"Back to this world, are you happy?" Rose asked her.

Sierra played with the fork and said softly: "At the beginning, I was happy, there was no emotional bondage, and I didn't have to worry about hurting anyone when I made a choice. All the pain disappeared, and then I felt that nothing happened, and the days returned to normal. "

Rose: "What about now? Do you still want to go back? See what happened to them afterwards?"

Sierra thought for a moment, then shook her head firmly, "I don't want to go back, and I can't go back. My life is here, and they don't come later. Everything will be reset, Rose."

She paused, and said: "In this illusory dream of mine, it was a game that could be reset. When the second game of "The Heroes Love Me" came out, many people chose the hero's feelings and reset several times.”

"That's a game." Rose said, "If you never treated it as a game and just lived a good life, would the ending be different, or your choice at the beginning was wrong."

The plot misleads her to conform to the three male protagonists in order to survive, but the result is that she dies at the beginning and can go home instead.

In other words, if she ignores that this is a game from the beginning and treats it as the real world, the ending may be different.

Sierra thought about many possibilities, and finally leaned back into the chair, took a sip of hot coffee, "It's difficult, I knew it was a game from the very beginning, and since I'm a cannon fodder, it's hard to make the right choice. "

"Okay." Rose thought for a while and changed the subject, "Have you used the heater I mailed to you? Your country doesn't have such a good thing, you can try it."

Sierra glanced at the cardboard box in the corner, walked over and opened it, "It works when you plug it in? It's like a strange electric fan."

"Well, look at the manual, it will heat up soon. It must be snowing heavily over there, and it's cold in the room."

Sera did as she was told, and soon, she felt the heat rushing up, warming her legs.

She sat back at the table, covered her lap with a blanket, and thanked her with a smile: "This is definitely the best Christmas present I've ever received, it's so warm."

"You're welcome, then I'll ask you one last question."

"You said."

"Who do you love the most? Or for a moment, who do you most want to give your heart to?"

Sera froze for a moment, and those scarlet eyes flashed in his mind.

After a long time, she patted her face and laughed again, "What should I do if I love everyone? I'm too fraternal to choose."

There was also laughter from the opposite side, followed by a big yawn, and Rose said sleepily: "Maybe you play it again to find out how you feel before the game is completely shut down, and then tell me who you like the most. Take a nap, and finally wish you a Merry Christmas."

"Thanks for the advice and Merry Christmas."

The phone hung up and the clock struck midnight at 12 o'clock.

Sierra got up to refill a cup of hot coffee, and sat back at the computer desk.

With her fingertips on the keyboard for almost 5 minutes, she slowly typed the game "All Heroes Love Me".

There are no download packages in many game stores, and she searched for a long time before downloading in a small mall that has not been taken off the shelves.

The reason why this game is no longer popular, she also checked the news a few days ago.

Otome games are changing too fast, and many excellent games with excellent graphics have risen and gradually replaced its glory.