The original expectation was perfect. Ai Qing encountered the enemy. Ai Qing was in danger. Huai Shi descended from the sky. Huai Shi effortlessly blew up all the monsters. Huai Shi, the hero, saved the beauty. Ai Qing was safe. Ai Qing's affection increased. It should have been just like that, no doubt about it. Where exactly did the problem arise?
Huai Shi looked around in astonishment at the monster carcasses strewn across the ground and, amidst countless spurting gouts of plasma, the teenage girl who calmly discarded her empty submachine gun, pulled a sword blade resembling a long nail from her cane, and thrust it straight into the skull of the last hyena. Something doesn't seem quite right?
He stood there frozen, gazing bewilderedly at the scene before him. Then, he stiffly turned around, took a few steps back, and walked behind the wall again. It's an illusion, just an illusion. The way I came in wasn't quite right. Let's try that again.
