Chapter 838: Not even a single tear?

Book:The Psychotic Girl's Revenge Published:2025-2-7

The Temple in Heaven Building stands in the center of The Capital. At this moment, the sun is shining brightly, and the parking lot in front of the building is almost full.
It is packed as far as the eye can see.
Paige parked directly in front of the main entrance. The door was closed, so she took a look, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and pushed open the door in front of her.
A cool breeze came rushing at her face, accompanied by the faint aroma of roses.
Paige looked up and saw that the entire exquisitely decorated and grand lobby was empty, but as far as the eye could see was an oversized model table, which was visually about ten meters long, standing in the center in an extremely exaggerated manner.
The crystal chandelier above it hung with tassels, making a crisp sound as they hit the ground.
What is this model table for?
Paige glanced around, then walked towards the model table in front of her.
It was actually a model of the entire The Capital, so well made that it looked as if a city had been scaled down and placed here.
No.
It wasn’t just The Capital.
Paige walked along the edge of the table, and there was a view of the neighbouring city, the west, the south, and Eastdown…
Places she had been with Enrico.
The model above was so realistic that even the snow-capped mountains were made with extraordinary care, as if there was a continuous light snowfall.
In the centre of the model table was a small island surrounded by the sea, with dark, high mountains, barren shacks in large areas, and small groves that blocked out the sky.
“…”
Wind Island.
It’s so realistic.
Paige looked down, her throat a little dry.
“Drip-drip…”
An electronic sound suddenly sounded, and the model table lit up with a pale light, accompanied by the sound, as if in a countdown.
At the end of the countdown, a strong light fell from above her head and shone on the model table.
Suddenly, the high-tech atmosphere was full.
A thin, light-blue line slowly rises out of the Wind Island forest, and a large set of characters floats in the air above the forest.
[On X/X/X X, Paige was taken from here.
] Looking at the characters, Paige can’t help but smile.
The thin blue line slowly moved in the air. If you looked closely, you could see that the tip of the line was a very cute little panda, about the size of a fingertip. It wound around the light blue line and rolled all the way into the model area of The Capital, stopping above Rose Estate.
This time, more words floated up.
[On X month X day X year, someone was caught eating out and still dared to act crazy.
On X, X, X, the crazy man and the little crazy man fought, and the little crazy man lost.
On X, X, X, someone said that the AS schizophrenia gene is just an illness, like a cold or a fever.
On X, X, X, someone will throw themselves into someone’s arms.
“…”
Lines of text frequently appeared, rising up to the tassels of the crystal chandelier and not stopping.
Paige was at a loss for words, and her nose felt inexplicably a little sour.
She looked at the time above her and realized that it had been so long ago.
The little panda hugged the thin thread and rolled towards The Capital University again.
[On X month X day X of the X year, someone got an S+.
[On X month X day X of the X year, oh, someone got a friend.
“…”
It’s really good that someone remembers this clearly.
She even knew when she made friends and joined the Peak Club.
Paige wanted to laugh, so she rested her hands on the edge of the model table and followed the little panda as it ran across the table.
Public Law Association.
[On X, X, X, someone still wanted to rebuild the slums.
Gangnam Hall.
[On X, X, X, someone got caught.
[On X, X, X, I’m back.
Private Mountain Villa.
[On X month X day X of the X year, I let someone go.
[On X month X day X of the X year, I took medicine and suddenly felt like looking for you. I had a seizure.
Paige looked at this line of text, and suddenly her eyes welled up. She subconsciously touched her eyes, and although there were no tears, there was some indescribable pain that went straight to her heart.
Southern Border.
[On X month X day X of the X year, someone personally admitted that they could not live without me.
[X year X month X day, Gabriel was born.
River Town.
[X year X month X day, someone knelt for me to study medicine.
New Rose Estate Community.
[X year X month X day, I woke up, and the first thing I saw was someone.
[X year X month X day, I wanted to be her man for the first day.
[X year X month X day, I didn’t want anything but to be her man for the second day.
“…”
Paige looked at the long list of dates and her mouth curved up before she realized that Enrico had no memories of that period of time, but had actually been thinking about being with her every day.
He had been suffering during that time, hadn’t he?
She closed her eyes in pain.
She knew what the little panda was holding in its arms: it was the timeline of their time together. The little panda rolled and rolled, and it rolled back to the top of River Town.
[On X month X day X of the X year, someone lost a friend. I woke up.]
[On X month X day X of the X year, someone said they wanted to marry me and give Temple in Heaven as dowry.]
The timeline was clearly organized.
Paige slowly walked along the edge of the model table, following the red panda as it watched the bits and pieces of her and Enrico’s experiences, from the snowy mountains of Eastdown to the outbreak of the Ferris Wheel virus, to the dungeons in the west, every minute and second, he never left her.
Dense text floated above the model table, with each line representing their past experiences.
It was completely full.
It turned out that unknowingly, they had experienced so much.
The little panda finally stopped the timeline above Rafael’s farm.
[On X year X month X day, a bunch of idiots with an IQ of less than 30 urged me to propose, and I still used human teaching?
“…”
Paige looked at this last line of text and was speechless.
She bit her lip. So, he knew everything. Did he pretend to be ignorant on purpose?
Suddenly thinking of something, Paige lowered her body and squatted in front of the model table. The table legs were silver and smooth, and they could vaguely reflect her face. She looked carefully at the person in the mirror. Her eyes were red and her makeup a little smudged, but she could still look passable.
She quickly tidied her hair, which had been tossed around from the journey, before standing up, sniffling, and turning her head to look around. She spoke loudly, “I’m done.”
The protagonist, who had been playing mysterious, could now take the stage.
“…”
The entire lobby was silent, not a sound could be heard.
He still hadn’t come out.
Paige looked down at the model table in front of her again, and reached out her fingertips to touch the red panda. Naturally, the high-tech virtual image could not be captured, so she could only watch the red panda roll around on her fingers.
“I’ve been working on this for so long, and the copywriters have been up all night writing, and you haven’t shed a tear?”
An obviously dissatisfied voice suddenly came from the distance, resounding in the empty Temple in Heaven building.
Then, the sound of low footsteps followed.
“…”
Paige turned her head, but didn’t see anyone, so she took a few steps back, and saw a certain leading man on the semi-rotating staircase in the distance.
The man stepped down the gleaming stairs, one hand in his trouser pocket, his legs long and slender. He was dressed in a dark suit and a sharp tie, and his every movement was full of grace. The sight was so beautiful that it was a little blinding.