The player is playing like a god, but their cheat code is Aatrox.

Chapter 41

"So you came to see me because you wanted to see... what kind of life you would lead if you weren't me?"

Rose's voice was softer than she had expected.

Rose nodded.

"Did you see it?"

"I saw some," Rose said.

"You're spacing out in the classroom, looking up at me under the tree, and smiling when you text me."

Rose paused for a moment, then asked, "You saw it?"

"Um."

"So, what do you think of my life?"

Rose thought about it carefully.

"Very bright."

"Bright?"

"The light in the lab is cold. The light in your classroom is warm," Rose said.

"When your phone screen lights up, your eyes also light up."

Rose was silent for a moment, then a bitter smile appeared on her face.

"But my life hasn't always been this bright."

The rose didn't speak, but simply gazed silently at the wild rose. The wild rose stood up, took two steps forward, and turned its back to the rose.

"My childhood was actually not happy."

As Qiangwei spoke, her eyes darted around, recalling her childhood.

"I've never seen my mother since I was born. As for my father..."

She paused, then gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"Anyway, I've seen him very few times since I can remember."

Back then, everyone laughed at me, saying I was a child who had no mother to love me and no father to care for me.

I told him these things, but he just told me not to get upset over what ordinary children say.

Rose turned around, looked at Rose, her eyes slightly red.

"Perhaps he didn't know that I was only seven years old at the time. How could I not be considered a child?"

Yueji's eyes flickered.

She experienced a very strange feeling.

From the moment she opened her eyes, she didn't understand what emotions were.

She doesn't understand happiness, sadness, anger, or frustration.

But the moment she learned of Rose's existence, she felt as if her heart had come alive for the first time.

She could sense an instinctive, inexplicable curiosity and attachment.

At that time, an idea came to her:

What kind of life did the girl with the same genes as her, Rose, lead?

Will she be happy? Will she have freedom?

So Rose seized the opportunity and slipped out when they weren't looking, wanting to see for herself what kind of life Rose was living.

Unbeknownst to her, Denuo's people already knew when she slipped away.

How could they not have left a hidden door on the rose bush?

The rose looked at the back of the rose in front of it.

It turned out that her life wasn't as happy as she had imagined.

Rose continued her story.

"From childhood until I was fifteen, I was always alone."

Aunt Lianfeng occasionally takes some time to chat with me, but she is also busy and it is difficult for her to find the time.

I knew that, so I wasn't being willful.

She lowered her eyes. "I thought I would live like that forever, just like that, living meaninglessly."

As she spoke, Rose's eyes gradually brightened.

"Until that night, I met him."

Rose tilted her head: "Him? Who is he?"

Rose smiled slightly, as if that person were right in front of her.

"I met Yu because of an accident. Since I met him, I'm no longer alone."

I can confide in him; I can tell him anything. He will listen quietly and offer guidance.

At first, Cang Yu was just being lazy and gave a few perfunctory replies.

You should have your own ideas, be yourself, and just be happy. Don't overthink things.

That's life. If you don't even dare to do what you want to do, always hesitate, and always listen to others, then what's the point of living?

Cang Yu felt that his words had been obvious enough, and the meaning was quite straightforward:

Stop bothering me. Rose should understand, right? She should send fewer messages then, right?

For some reason, Rose didn't back down; instead, she became even more enthusiastic.

This completely baffled Cang Yu at the time.

However, Cang Yu gradually got used to this girl who was so enthusiastic that it was hard to resist.

He officially considered her a friend and no longer found her annoying as before.

In fact, for ordinary people, Cang Yu's perfunctory attitude and implied alienation could indeed make people hesitate to approach him.

But is Rose an ordinary person? She has no mother and is born without love.

He has a father, but it's practically the same as not having one. He suffers from severe lack of love, making him almost indistinguishable from an orphan.

Roses grown in such an environment can be said to crave attention from others.

It's fortunate that they didn't develop antisocial personality disorder or psychological distortion.

But...

Such people are often most easily influenced by the important people around them.

So even if Rose really saw through Cang Yu's perfunctory attitude back then, she would most likely just subconsciously make excuses for him.

Ah Yu must have his reasons for doing this.

"In short, because of Yu's appearance, my world finally has light."

Rose turned around, her smile genuine and radiant.

The rose, seeing that smile, seemed to be dazzled, and involuntarily curved its own lips into a smile.

However, the curve was somewhat awkward, giving off a forced, insincere feeling.

"Who is Ayu...?" Yueji felt a surge of curiosity.

This feeling surprised even herself.

This desire to explore...

She recalled the materials she had read.

Is this what "curiosity" is?

Looking at the roses, Rose suddenly thought of something.

"Oh, right! Let me take you to find Ayu to play."

Rose looked at the sudden smile that lit up her face and asked, "Why?"

The rose took the hand of the rose bush.

There are still some questions I don't understand about your past.

"But since you say you are my prototype, my blank template..."

"Then I think you must also want to be friends with Ayu."

She pulled Yueji up and led her toward the school gate, saying as they walked:

"Without feelings, you'll miss out on many wonderful things."

"So, start by making friends and get your emotions back."

Rose was being pulled along by the rose bush, her steps faltering slightly. It wasn't because she couldn't keep up.

It's because she's not yet used to being led around by someone.

This was a behavior she had never experienced before.

Rose's hands are warm.

This is the first time the rose has experienced the concept of "warmth".

It wasn't a thermometer reading, nor a parameter on a data panel; it was a gentle warmth emanating from another human's skin, a warmth that made you want to get closer.

She looked down at their clasped hands, a faint hint of confusion flashing in her icy blue eyes.

"rose."

"Um?"

"Your hands are so warm."

Rose paused for a moment.

She turned around and saw Yueji staring down at their clasped hands, her cool face still expressionless.

But her fingers were slightly clenched, as if she were carefully confirming something. Rose's nose felt a little sore again.

She blinked hard, forcing back the sour feeling, and then gripped the rose's hand tightly.

"That's because your hands are too cold. Hold them a little longer and they'll warm up."

"Will it warm up if I hold it a little longer?"

"Yes."

Rose didn't speak again, but let Rose lead her through the tree-lined paths of the campus, through the crowd at the school gate, and through the students who cast curious glances at her.

Her fingers warmed little by little in Rose's palm.