After school, Lulu Lu witnessed the very scene she had dreaded most.

Her beloved lay motionless on the floor—long cold, long breathless.

A faint, long-unseen smile graced Lily Liu’s face: one of relief, of quiet happiness.

A smile Lulu hadn’t seen in months.

“…”

Lulu’s mind went blank.

She couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t comprehend it. Couldn’t accept it.

Couldn’t believe Lily had vanished so silently. Couldn’t understand why she died in the basement. Couldn’t accept that the person she loved most was gone—forever, without a sound.

They’d lived together half a year. That smooth, worry-free life had lulled Lulu into complacency. She thought days would stay this way. Unchanging.

Especially since Lily always seemed so compliant—never refusing Lulu’s affection, often even taking the initiative.

Lulu’s Role-Play Points never changed.

So she never suspected a thing.

She’d assumed she’d already met the conditions for a new normal ending. That the mysterious god hadn’t summoned her to the pure white space simply because they hadn’t lived together long enough… or maybe the god wanted her to savor this cozy life—a yandere’s fleeting bliss.

But now, recalling the god’s words—*“Seal your fate with Lily Liu”*—Lulu realized it should’ve triggered right after Yanyan Lu handled the police.

Why hadn’t it?

Now, painfully clear.

So that was it.

Because Lily was meant to die.

Understanding this, Lulu felt utterly helpless. She couldn’t pinpoint where it went wrong. Why her “perfect ending” led here.

Where *exactly* had it broken?

But she had no time to think.

Grief and rage surged. Her mind teetered on the edge.

“…”

Lulu called Yanyan Lu home.

Yanyan looked at Lily’s body and let out a soft, sympathetic sigh.

“She finally chose to do it after all,” Yanyan murmured.

Lulu caught the hidden meaning instantly—*Yanyan was involved*—and demanded answers.

Yanyan didn’t hide it. She admitted giving Lily a fast-acting pill. Because she didn’t approve of Lulu’s kidnapping.

Such an act would steal their future.

Even after the deed was done—and Yanyan helped cover it up—she still offered the trapped girl, with no choices, *one* choice. Out of “compassion.”

And Lily made hers.

A silent, final act of resistance.

Yanyan pulled the trembling Lulu into her arms.

“I’ll handle everything, Lulu. Don’t grieve. Try to move on. This weekend, I’ll take you out—amusement park, fun, fresh air. Okay?”

Trembling, as if she hadn’t heard a word, Lulu whispered: “Why…? Why give her that pill?”

“To give that poor child a choice,” Yanyan said gently. “If she chose to end her life… it meant you’d already lost her, Lulu. Even if she lived.”

She spoke with quiet certainty.

“Forget her, my dear sister. Many girls await you. She wasn’t irreplaceable.”

Rage burned hotter with every word.

That “indifference” in Yanyan’s tone was palpable.

*“Giving her a choice?”* Just moral high-ground rhetoric.

So hollow. So hypocritical.

In that moment, Lulu saw it all.

Yanyan’s true goal: *eliminate a potential risk*.

As long as Lily lived in the basement, escape or discovery remained possible.

Minuscule? Theoretical?

But real. Reality outstrips fiction. Tomorrow holds no guarantees.

That shadow threatened their future. One slip—ruin.

So Yanyan chose the “elegant” path: let Lily end it herself. Seamless. Blameless. Leaving Lulu with no argument.

Yanyan *appeared* respectful. Sympathetic. “Helping” Lily solve her worries.

But how much was real?

To Yanyan, Lily was just a troublesome “commoner”—a “hazard” an “elite” could erase.

Just a replaceable “object.”

Same city. Different worlds.

Lulu remembered Lily’s words when she first refused her:

*“We belong to different classes. Like a star in the sky and a blade of grass on earth—one shines freely; the other struggles to survive, praying not to be trampled.”*

Exactly.

Lily died like that blade of grass—silent, unseen, dignity crushed.

Yanyan protected *their* future.

But who guarded Lily’s?

Tears streamed down Lulu’s face.

Then—she snapped.

Accusations. Shouting.

“In your eyes… was my most beloved just a replaceable *toy*?!” Lulu screamed, eyes blazing red.

Yanyan fell silent. Then spoke earnestly:

“Lulu, understand: life isn’t what you assume. You have choices. Don’t walk a dead end.”

An admission. A confirmation.

Her sister’s actions. Her sister’s cold certainty.

So this was it.

Then—die.