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Chapter 336 333 Just One Step Away

"huhuhuhu"

As the scene before her eyes brightened, the first thing Yan Huan felt was the dazzling gust of wind she had experienced while falling from a great height.

He squinted and glanced at the scene below.

But below, there was a vast, seemingly endless field of pink flowers.

Apart from the flower fields, it was very quiet here, and there was nothing else.

But at this height.
Are we just going to fall straight down like that?
This wasn't the first time Yan Huan had experienced freefall; she and An Le had experienced it before at the Sky Tower.

"Nya-chan!"

Feeling her speed increasing, Yan Huan gritted her teeth and quickly called out to Meow-chan.

"I don't have any fragments, so I can't transform to help you, meow!!"

But on his shoulder, Meow-chan looked anxious and said this.

"."

Yan Huan gritted her teeth, her face turning slightly pale for a moment.

"woo"

At that moment, amidst the raging wind, Yan Huan suddenly heard Sakura's voice beside her.

He turned his head to look to the side, only to see Sakura, dressed in a red dress, completely unconscious, falling to the ground with him.

"Sakuramiya!!"

Yan Huan called her name, but she kept her eyes closed and did not respond at all.

"."

Seeing this, Yan Huan turned her head to look at the flower field that was getting closer and closer.

The next second, he reached out and grabbed Sakura Miyako beside him, trying to hug the petite woman tightly in his arms.

"huhuhuhu"

The boundless gale whipped Yan Huan's hair and clothes into a mess, making it impossible for him to adjust his position.

"Uh!"

But at the last moment, Yan Huan gritted her teeth and gently grabbed Perfect Sakura's hand, pulling her into her arms.

The moment he completed that action, he crashed heavily to the ground.

"boom!!"

With a muffled thud, the soft soil was smashed, sending up a cloud of dust.

The pink petals floated up like dandelions in a strange way, and then slowly drifted back to the flower in the next second.

On the ground, the perfectly intact Sakuramiya, with her eyes closed, rolled several meters away unharmed.

"Yan Huan, are you alright?!"

Only Yan Huan lay on the ground, clutching her chest and coughing incessantly.

"puff!"

In response to Miao Jiang's question, Yan Huan coughed and shook her head.

But the next second, he spat out a mouthful of saliva with traces of blood.

He didn't know where he was bleeding, but in any case, he was in a lot of pain all over his body.

"Meow~"

Miao-chan ran back and forth in the flower field, examining his body.

But Yan Huan only glanced at the perfect cherry blossom palace lying in the flower field, and then looked around.

Surprisingly, this barrier was not located indoors.

On the ground, there was an endless, empty, and extremely quiet pink flower field.

The place is bright and peaceful, just like the perfect afternoon temperature, making people feel comfortable.

but.
Where is Tong?

Yan Huan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, clutched her chest, and stood up shakily.

His suit was disheveled and covered in mud, and you could vaguely see the pink shirt peeking out from under the torn jacket by the flowers.

"."

He loosened his tie, about to call out to Hitomi, when Nyanko suddenly reminded him.
"Yan Huan, look at the meow!"

"?"

Yan Huan looked down at it, only to see it looking up at the sky.

Turning her head to look at the sky again, Yan Huan finally saw a magnificent sight that she had never seen before in her life.

But what they saw in the sky was not blue sky and white clouds at all.
Instead, it was a densely packed stack of countless tightly closed doors.

The doors, varying in color, size, and type, were all on the same horizontal plane, arranged irregularly along the entire sky, leaving no gaps for Yan Huan to see.

Even though the sky was completely filled with the "sky of the gate," this area of ​​the world was strangely bright rather than dark.

It's as if sunlight has broken through the rules of physics, passing through the sky and shining down on the earth.

Compared to the endless, silent flower field below, for some reason, Yan Huan was certain:

Tong is behind the door above.

"."

When she realized this, Yan Huan pursed her lips, covered her hands, and slowly moved her feet to find a way to reach the top.

"rustle."

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by.

Behind her, the perfectly formed Sakura Palace, who had fallen to the ground, was awakened.

She opened her eyes, still dazed, from the hypnotic void, staring at the flower field before her, and paused for a second in shock.

But the next moment, she realized where she was, her eyes narrowed and she straightened up.

With a wave of her hand, she quickly opened an interface.

Inside, it was a dark banquet hall with a high table.

Although the flow of time inside and outside was adjusted by Perfect Sakura Palace to be vastly different.

At this moment, the scene inside seemed as if time had stopped.

But in that instant, she still saw through the darkness the shock and panic of her classmates upon witnessing the massive power outage.

"no no!!"

Her eyes widened, and instantly turned red.

Perfect Sakura Palace clutched her chest, as if feeling a needle-like pain in her heart, and couldn't help but lower her head.

High Table Dinner
It was still destroyed.
"Why...why, Chairman?"

She looked up and saw Yan Huan's back as she left, seemingly searching for something.

She bit her lip, but finally managed to ask.

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan stopped in her tracks but did not turn around.

He took a deep breath and said softly.
"It's over, Perfect Sakuramiya."

"Why...why do we have to find Hitomi?! This place is so big, how long do you think it will take you to search?!"

"Even if I can't find it, I will keep looking."

After saying that, Yan Huan still didn't turn around, but slowly moved forward.

As Yan Huan's departing figure was being watched, countless tears finally welled up in Perfect Sakura Palace's eyes and spilled out.

"drop"

"Why...President...Waaah..."

She lowered her head, her delicate hands involuntarily gripping the soil beneath the flower field, and burst into tears.
"So close! Just one step away! Just one more step... to achieve perfection!"
"Everyone has accepted me, but why, Chairman?"
"Why...why am I always just a little short?! Why...why can't I ever do it?"

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

At that very moment, there was no blame in her words for Yan Huan stopping her from having a high-table dinner.

On the contrary, she believes that she herself is just one step short.

She has made most of the rest of the population accept this better version of herself, this more perfect version of herself.

But the president is the only one.
If I can reach that point and achieve true perfection, the president will definitely not refuse or stop me.

Then none of this would have happened.

Can.
No matter how hard she tried, she was always just one step short.

If it's not the president, it will be someone else.
"Why... Waaaaaah!"

Her tears fell to the ground, accompanied by her gasps and sobs, which seemed to bind Yan Huan's legs like iron chains.

"Clearly... I just want to do my best to repay you for the perfection that the president gave me before."
"Just like that time we went to see the fireworks."
"but why."

Perfect Sakura Palace lowered her head, as if she had lost all her strength.

Because, as Yan Huan said:

It's all over.

The true form of the pupil is indeed hidden here.

If she were to start adjusting the flow of time, making others aware that they had disappeared, it would only make the loopholes in the high table dinner increasingly obvious, so she could not adjust it no matter what.

She couldn't drive Yan Huan away, because Yan Huan would definitely stay here and keep searching for Tong.

Thus, the moment Yan Huan entered her barrier, she had already failed.

She didn't even know how the president managed to cut off the power to the venue, which was covered by a barrier, nor did she know how Ye Shiyu managed to break through the barrier's power and hypnotize herself.

but.
everything is over.

That's why she cried so helplessly.

"President, do you hate me that much? Waaaaah!"

The appearance of the perfect Sakura Palace is the most similar to that of Hitomi herself.

Her voice, of course, was the same.

Hearing her lover's sobs, Yan Huan, who was wounded and about to leave, was slightly taken aback.

He lowered his eyes, gazing at the pink flower field below, which was outlined in the shape of the wind, and hesitated for a moment.

"Swish"

"woooooo"

Perfect Sakura Palace covered her face in despair as she sat in the flower field.

But the next second, as a gentle breeze blew by, an unknown floral fragrance suddenly filled her nostrils.

"."

She opened her teary eyes and looked ahead, only to see Yan Huan standing in front of her, holding a pink flower.

The next second, Yan Huan gently squatted down, took her hand, and placed the flower in her hand.

Then he said,

"Thinking back, the flowers you sent me for the dance invitation at the high table dinner were the ones I received. As your dance partner, I haven't yet given you flowers as an invitation."

"."

The meaning of offering flowers at a high table ball is self-evident.

Therefore, holding the flower in her hand, Perfect Sakura bit her lip, but tears continued to flow.

"Why, President?"

Yan Huan remained squatting in front of her, not getting up, but simply saying with her eyes lowered.
"How could I hate you, Perfect Sakuramiya?"

"Thinking about it carefully, you were actually the one I fell in love with at the very beginning."

"From the very beginning, everything you showed me was truly the best, the most beautiful, and the most in line with my ideal of womanhood."
"Back then, I secretly vowed that I would be with you in the future."

Upon hearing this, Perfect Sakura Palace's eyes narrowed slightly.

Her tears were still flowing, and Yan Huan's words were still unfinished. "Although I was startled by your spying at the time, looking back now, I should be grateful for it."
"If it weren't for that incident, I probably wouldn't have discovered that there are many other aspects of you that I didn't know about besides this one side."

"You're not as elegant as you always show me; you can also nag cutely like a little girl."
"You are not as holy as you have always presented to me; you also have emotions and desires, likes and dislikes."
"Although I wasn't used to it at first, I also felt that you were just as lovely, and even more real, this way."
"So what I'm trying to say is that you've misunderstood me, Perfect Sakuramiya."

"The reason I'm stopping you from achieving your goal isn't because I hate you, but rather because of the same feelings that every Sakuranomiya I've encountered has."

As she spoke, Yan Huan looked at the perfect Sakura Palace before her and said softly,

"Because I love every Sakuramiya, including you."

"."

On the sea of ​​flowers, the wind seemed to be blowing even faster than before, and even the two lines of clear tears from the perfect Sakura Palace were blown askew.

Looking at the stunned, perfect Sakura Palace before her, Yan Huan couldn't help but give a self-deprecating smile.
"To be honest, the thought that 'every Sakura-miya likes me' makes me feel really ashamed."
"Actually, before I met Hitomi Sakuramiya, I had never really liked any girl."

"In the past, I was afraid to interact with women in real life, and I only tried to guess their identities from snippets of conversation on the internet and from stimulating scenes in adult videos."
"Therefore, I feel that girls are either perfect angels or wicked and unrestrained demons."

"That's why I was so timid and hesitant in front of you, who were so perfect."

Yan Huan counted on her fingers as she recounted all her shame and remorse.

"If only my family were better off, then perhaps we could be a good match."
"If only I had been braver, then that cool birthday night, if I had been the one to speak up, maybe you wouldn't be in this situation now."
"if."

But before he could finish speaking, the perfect Sakura Miyako shook her head.
"No, President, you..."

"look."

"Hey?"

Yan Huan looked at Sakura Miyabi, who was hurriedly trying to defend herself, and took a deep breath, lowering her head.
"Just like you said earlier, you organized such a grand and perfect high table party simply to repay me for taking you to see the fireworks back then."
"But...but that time, I couldn't even afford the front-row tickets for the fireworks that cost several thousand, so I could only take you to the lakeside in the nearby park to watch the fireworks."
"Even though there were so many things I hadn't done well in my eyes, in your eyes at that moment, everything was perfect."

Yan Huan tightened her grip on Perfect Sakura's hand, her voice trembling as she spoke.

"And so, I came to realize the reason for everything:"

"It's not that I'm a perfect person, worthy of every Sakura-miya's affection; it's not that I've done everything perfectly, making you do it without any regrets."
"It's just because you like me that I got extra points."

Yan Huan tightened her grip on the hand of the Perfect Sakura Palace, and as the breeze blew by, a single tear was carried away between their wounded souls.

"Therefore, the perfect Sakuramiya"
"I'm begging you, please, give me back the real Hitomi."
Even though you and I both know she's not perfect.

So, following that single, sincere tear, Yan Huan looked up at the perfect Sakura Palace before her and said, word by word,

"Let me use my love to walk the rest of the way for you."

"."

With tears streaming down her face, Sakura Miyako gazed at the resolute Yan Huan before her. In that moment, she vaguely saw her own reflection in Yan Huan's tearful eyes.

That version of myself, with tears in my eyes, clutching the flowers, felt helpless and weak.
However, the president will still firmly choose herself, as if she were so perfect.

Just like now, in her eyes, the wounded boy was just as lovable and just as perfect.

“…woo…woowoowoo.”

Then, she seemed to finally lower her head with a sense of relief.

Perhaps, when the perfect Sakura Palace placed the barrier that wouldn't refuse Yan Huan on her tongue, her desire was already clear.
"Okay, President."

Immediately, she smiled, then lowered her head, sobbing.

"call"

Then, right in front of Yan Huan, it gradually turned into dust.

The flower that Yan Huan had given her also fell to the ground.

"."

Yan Huan stared in astonishment at the perfect Sakura Palace turning into ashes bit by bit before her eyes, just about to make a move.
Suddenly, the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

"buzz"

Yan Huan turned around in a daze and saw that every flower in the sea of ​​flowers around her was now floating away against gravity.

Then, their shapes twisted little by little in mid-air, eventually transforming into masks.

These flowers... they're actually the personas of Hitomi's deceased self?!
Yan Huan stared wide-eyed as the masks flew into the sky.

At the edge of the horizon, the sky, composed of doors, also opened one by one, welcoming the return of each mask.

Only after each mask had entered the gate did the gate slowly close.

"boom"

"Click."

For a moment, the sounds of doors opening and closing echoed throughout the entire barrier.

As the pink blossoms dwindled across the boundless sea of ​​flowers, finally, the flower that Yan Huan had just given to Perfect Cherry Blossom Palace floated up before him.
Then, in mid-air, it gradually transformed into an extremely beautiful fox mask.

"Buzz!"

The fox mask hovered in front of Yan Huan for a second, as if lingeringly gazing at his face.

But it didn't stay there for long. Instead, it flew straight into the sky and entered the last open door.

At this point, all the doors were closed, and all the masks returned to the doors of the sky.

"Boom!"

The moment the last door closed, the entire barrier shook violently.

"Well!!"

Yan Huan suddenly felt unsteady and sat down on the ground.

Then, the direction of gravity suddenly changed, shifting from the ground to the direction Yan Huan was facing as she sat on the ground.

Yan Huan's eyes widened as she tried to grab the soil beneath her.

But gravity is something no one can defy, so he watched helplessly as he slid down in front of him.

However, his gaze remained fixed on the sky above, which was filled with doors of various colors.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the sky...
It seems to be getting smaller and smaller in his eyes?!

Or.
Did I get bigger?!
Yan Huan didn't know, she just watched the sky getting farther and farther away from her, yet it also seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Several dozen seconds later, the entire panoramic view of the sky suddenly appeared before Yan Huan.

"This is."

His eyes widened as he realized that, as the boundless sky shrank, it had transformed into a sliding door of a wardrobe!

And all those differently colored doors that made up the sky that he had seen before were actually just pixels of this sliding door?!
Together they form this door that keeps the pupils tightly closed.
Just as all the personality masks together form the girl trapped inside.

"."

At that moment, Yan Huan slowly landed on the ground, gently stepping onto the wooden floor in front of the sliding door.

He stood in a quiet, deserted, antique-style room in the Cherry Blossom Kingdom.

And this place is exactly the same as the place he dreamed of.

Yan Huan stared blankly at the closed sliding door of the wardrobe in front of her, her gaze shifting downwards before she saw...
The sliding door below was being held at an angle by a wooden knife placed there by someone unknown.

Therefore, no matter what you do, you can't open that wardrobe from the inside.

"."

Looking at the tightly closed wardrobe, Yan Huan suddenly felt a pang of discomfort for some reason.

He could no longer resist and stepped forward, grabbing the wooden knife stuck in the sliding door, pulling it out, and throwing it to the ground beside him.

"Click."

With a soft click, Yan Huan finally opened the tightly closed wardrobe door.

The air inside was stuffy and the space was cramped.

Inside, a girl with long hair that gradually changed from black to cherry blossom color was huddled on the second shelf of the wardrobe.

Upon sensing the door open, the girl inside trembled slightly, as if afraid the intruder would hit her, and quickly covered her head.
"woo"

Seeing this, Yan Huan gritted her teeth.

Immediately, he slowly approached the wardrobe.

He didn't touch the girl; he just spoke softly.
"Tong is me, Yan Huan."

"!!"

Upon hearing this, the girl was slightly taken aback, and then quickly raised her head to look at Yan Huan in front of her.

She seemed to have a very long dream.

Her eyes held memories of every Sakura Palace member during that time.

The Sakuramiya who hunted others down, and the Sakuramiyas who were killed.
It's all her.

Just as Mother Sakura said:

Every Sakura Palace is Hitomi.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The moment she saw Yan Huan, she bit her lip and tears instantly streamed down her face.

She rushed forward and hugged Yan Huan tightly.

"I'm so sorry, President."

"."

Yan Huan held her tightly, gently patting her back, as if trying to bury her in his arms.
"It's alright, Hitomi is alright. It's all over."

But she remained emotional, tears streaming down her face.

"I didn't know that touching that mask would lead to this... Waaah... It's put you in danger and trouble all this time, even the High Table Banquet was completely ruined because of saving me."

"It's alright, it's alright."

"I'm so sorry, President."

Yan Huan hugged her tightly, then lowered her head and reached out her finger to wipe away the tears on her little face.

Looking at her aggrieved and vulnerable appearance, Yan Huan couldn't help but chuckle.

"Who said high table dinners are ruined?"

"Hey?"

Then, he gently reached into his robes.

The next second, she took out a real hydrangea.

That flower seemed to have been hidden in his suit jacket from the very beginning.

"Sorry, it's a bit wrinkled."

He slowly reached out and smoothed the slightly wrinkled petals of the hydrangea.

Then, he handed the flower to Sakura, who was in tears.

"."

Looking at the flowers so close to her, Sakura Miyako quickly turned to look at Yan Huan.

He smiled slightly and invited softly.

"Let's leave here, Hitomi."

"But. But"

Looking at Sakura Miyabi, who had turned into a little crybaby, Yan Huan hugged the petite girl and turned to leave the cramped wardrobe.

The stuffy air inside the wardrobe is gone; outside, there is only a gentle breeze, sunshine, and Yan Huan's smile.
He held the petite girl and spun her around once inside the barrier that was making a series of clicking sounds.
Then, Yan Huan gently placed her on the ground.

"You've slept for so long, can you still stand up now?"

Yan Huan stared intently as her bare feet stepped onto the wooden plank, asking this question.

".Um."

Although Sakuramiya Hitomi was puzzled, she still looked up at him.

"Would you like to change into a dance dress using the barrier? Hmm, it would be best if you could also change me into a different outfit."

Yan Huan smiled slightly and glanced down at her tattered, high-end suit.

Immediately, he looked at Sakura Miyabi in his arms and said softly,

"Because...we still have one more dance to perform, Hitomi~"

(End of this chapter)