When the apology letter was tucked into the diary, the dust on the diary began to fade away under the glow of the light.
The beam of light kept spreading.
It could not dispel the dust on the piano or the other books, but it opened a way back for Wen Xishu.
Wen Xishu picked up the diary with the apology letter inside, followed the light upward, and quickly left the world inside the mirror.
He was back in the gymnasium again.
Inside the gym, the setup that had looked like a mourning hall was already gone.
The mourning Shadow, Anya, had vanished as well.
All Wen Xishu saw was a single doll.
It was the doll that stood for Anya.
"You, what's your name?"
The doll looked at Wen Xishu with a trace of fear.
At this moment, Huohua—whose mouth had been covered all along by Wen Xishu's rejecting arm—finally managed to speak:
"Holy shit, there's another living thing like me, how come it's a doll?"
