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6.5 KiB
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2 | 1 | 1 | 504 | 0.7 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
3 | 2 | 2 | 401 | 1 | 33 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
4 | 3 | 3 | 101 | AniZhuanchangEnd | Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory265.png | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
5 | 4 | 4 | 301 | DialogEnable | From that day on, everything about Iris has completely vanished. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
6 | 5 | 5 | 301 | If the letters are not piled up in the cabinet, you might even think that this person is but a figment of your imagination. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
7 | 6 | 6 | 301 | Time flies. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
8 | 7 | 7 | 301 | AniZhuanchangBegin | Everything to do with that girl has been buried in a corner of your mind. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
9 | 8 | 8 | 101 | Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory14.png | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
10 | 9 | 9 | 504 | 0 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
11 | 10 | 10 | 301 | AniZhuanchangEnd | Until one day... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
12 | 11 | 11 | 301 | A letter equally strange and familiar arrives in your mailbox. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
13 | 12 | 12 | 301 | It comes across as strange because the envelope and paper used are too coarse, and there is even dirt on them. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
14 | 13 | 13 | 301 | At the same time, the handwriting is familiar, for it has been etched into your memory. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
15 | 14 | 14 | 301 | The content of the letter is exceedingly simple. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
16 | 15 | 15 | 301 | It bears only location coordinates and a dried iris. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
17 | 16 | 17 | 301 | However, the letter unlocks a dam of long-forgotten memories, and the words of past letters written gush forth, filling your mind. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
18 | 17 | 18 | 301 | AniZhuanchangBegin | It all feels like it happened yesterday. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
19 | 18 | 19 | 101 | Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory256.png | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
20 | 19 | 20 | 301 | AniZhuanchangEnd | You carry out a private investigation into the coordinates and find that they are close to a recovered city. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
21 | 20 | 21 | 301 | There are no Corrupted, nor are there high levels of the Punishing Virus. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
22 | 21 | 22 | 301 | AniZhuanchangBegin | You prepare yourself to head out to the coordinates on your own. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
23 | 22 | 23 | 101 | Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory7.jpg | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
24 | 23 | 24 | 401 | 1 | 36 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
25 | 24 | 25 | 301 | AniZhuanchangEnd | This is probably an abandoned opera house. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
26 | 25 | 26 | 301 | Even though it's already been reduced to ruins, the place still has a certain charm to it. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
27 | 26 | 27 | 301 | It's completely silent. The only light is from the moon, shining down through the hole in the roof. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
28 | 27 | 28 | 302 | AniZhuanchangBegin | (Follow the light forward) | 29 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
29 | 28 | 29 | 101 | Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgUi/BgTanchuang.png | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
30 | 29 | 30 | 301 | AniZhuanchangEnd | AniZhuanchangBegin | (Could she be here...?) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
31 | 30 | 31 | 401 | 2 | 1516 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
32 | 31 | 32 | 101 | Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory8.jpg | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
33 | 32 | 33 | 301 | AniZhuanchangEnd | You step into the opera house. She has her back to you, standing under the moonlight. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
34 | 33 | 34 | 301 | Hearing the sound of footsteps, the girl slowly turns around. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
35 | 34 | 35 | 201 | 1 | 500291 | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
36 | 35 | 36 | 301 | 1 | A pair of iris-colored eyes gaze at me. | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
37 | 36 | 37 | 301 | Iris was right. | 1 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
38 | 37 | 38 | 301 | Even though the two of you have never met, you both immediately know that she is the one who has been waiting for you, and you, her. | 1 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
39 | 38 | 39 | 202 | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
40 | 39 | 40 | 301 | The girl doesn't speak, but holds out her hand. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
41 | 40 | 41 | 301 | There is no need for questions nor words. When she reaches out to you, you know what it means. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
42 | 41 | 42 | 301 | AniZhuanchangBegin | You put your hand in hers and cannot help shivering from its coldness. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
43 | 42 | 43 | 101 | Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgCg/CgHg101.jpg | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
44 | 43 | 44 | 401 | 1 | 5 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
45 | 44 | 45 | 301 | AniZhuanchangEnd | But she does not let go. She starts gently humming a song, leading me into a slow dance. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
46 | 45 | 46 | 301 | The tune is languid and gentle, like a whisper between lovers. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
47 | 46 | 47 | 301 | There is a bit of stumbling around at the beginning, but she takes your clumsiness in stride, firmly but gently guiding you through the steps. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
48 | 47 | 48 | 301 | And so you slowly get the hang of her rhythm. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
49 | 48 | 49 | 301 | Just as she has said in her letter, she is an amazing lead. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
50 | 49 | 50 | 301 | Or perhaps you should say that she has become an amazing lead. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
51 | 50 | 51 | 301 | Suddenly, there's a change in pitch and the rhythm becomes tenser and more passionate. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
52 | 51 | 52 | 301 | She has also changed roles, moving from lead to follow, leaving herself in your hands. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
53 | 52 | 53 | 301 | And so you have to change your role too, mimicking her steps from before as the lead. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
54 | 53 | 54 | 301 | The funny thing is that it is not at all exhausting. It seems that you will always know what the next step is when you dance with her. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
55 | 54 | 55 | 301 | It is just like those years when you comforted her, encouraged her, watched over her, and guided her. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
56 | 55 | 56 | 301 | You tilt your head, looking straight at her. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
57 | 56 | 57 | 301 | Those clear, bright eyes gaze right back at you. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
58 | 57 | 58 | 301 | Her eyes no longer hold the innocence she once had, but the romance still alive. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
59 | 58 | 59 | 301 | She's changed, yet remained the same. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
60 | 59 | 60 | 301 | The only thing you can be sure of is... | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
61 | 60 | 61 | 301 | 1 | AniZhuanchangBegin | That one step away, that distance between us, has now been traversed. |