Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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After a while, he silently left the dimly lit corridor.

When Rosalia returned to the bar at 2:43 a.m., the woman was not there, so she sat back down at the bar with a meaningful smile on her face.

But Luo Fan ignored it and only paid attention to the content playing on the TV hanging high up in the wine cabinet.

"Tell me, do you love her or me? Is she really worth giving everything for?!"

"Calm down, okay?! She's practically in a vegetative state, what more do you want?!"

"I don't care, do you love her or me?!"

......

"I didn't expect you to have this kind of hobby..."

"Hey, I've said before that I like watching these kinds of dramas, especially those made in Korea and the East."

The melodramatic show playing on the screen annoyed Luo Fan, but he still chose to go along with it.

The two acted like old friends, completely unlike the tense atmosphere they had just had a few hours earlier.

Rosalia laughed, "How come you always seem to run into so many pretty girls? Me, that lady, and another one tonight..."

293 Pascal's Room

"Tsk, don't talk nonsense. Her feelings can't be summed up in a simple joke. This young lady just needs help right now, and I only lent a hand. For someone like her, I should give her the highest level of respect."

It was unusual for Luo Fan to leave no room for compromise on one matter.

After all, the stories we imagine never happen to us...

This made Rosalia even more intrigued: "I heard your conversation just now. She said she came to find her true love. Regardless of whether that's true or not, do you really believe that such love exists?"

"Believe me, and look at her expression. You should see it for yourself. It's practically 'obsessive,' but not in a foolish way. It's selfless, as if what she's 'obsessed' with only exists in a fantasy... After that, you'll believe it too. And she reminds me of someone..."

At this moment, the man who always remained humble and composed while mixing drinks looked like an old man with Alzheimer's disease. His dark eyes had lost their former luster, as if he were wearing a black and white suit to commemorate the deceased.

He felt a sense of loss, or perhaps it should be said that he seemed to have lost something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it...

But for Rosalia, it merely ignited her gossip-loving spirit.

"Oh? Who is it? An old acquaintance, or your ex-wife?"

"Give me a break, watch less TV, it'll ruin your intelligence. It's a wonder you managed to get anything out of me..."

"Tch, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't. How boring..."

What a disappointing and unromantic man.

......

"Then do you think she might be here to see you?"

"What do you mean?"

"It means exactly what it says. After all, you're so charming, and you have so many interesting qualities. And the fact that you're always surrounded by girls is the best example of that..."

"Come on, I know myself perfectly well."

Before Rosalia could finish speaking, Lofan abruptly interrupted her.

"I don't have any qualities that would make someone love me to this extent, let alone a girl as pure and innocent as her?"

......

Even if she were to act entirely according to her own will and not let the atmosphere dictate her words and actions, Rosalia chose to remain silent at this moment...

She could see the emptiness and sorrow in this man.

Perhaps he only becomes like this when he's reminiscing.

Or perhaps, these girls are like empty patches, and when they're not around, he's left battered and bruised...

......

Yingque thought she was going to meet a carefree woman with long hair, who might always be frowning and looking bitter and resentful.

Actually, no...

The only similarity is their long pink hair.

The room was entirely gray and very clean, with a bookshelf placed next to the bed for the owner to browse at any time.

Night had fallen, and only a small lamp remained lit by the bedside. A woman sat on the bed, reading a copy of "Gone with the Wind" by its light.

Her demeanor was similar to the bartender's—gentle, refined, and approachable. However, compared to the bartender's aloofness, this woman was more amiable and approachable, more like a worldly-wise lady from a castle.

But it was precisely because they seemed friendly that Yingque dared not approach them rashly, lest his words and actions displease them.

The mistress of the "castle" seemed to have noticed the arrival of a guest from afar. She raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of Yingque standing in front of the door.

"Uh, hello?" Yingque didn't know what to do, so she could only greet him awkwardly.

The woman was not annoyed by her new arrival; she was just curious how a little bird had landed on her tree.

"May I ask who you are...?"

"Ah, Mr. Luo asked me to rest here for the night. Uh, I hope it hasn't caused you any inconvenience? If so, I'll be right there..."

Even though the hostess's expression didn't change, Yingque subconsciously felt nervous and wanted to leave.

"I guess it's better to sleep on the sofa after all..."

She muttered to herself as her cold hand opened the door, forgetting to take her luggage with her.

"Wait a moment."

The slightly bland female voice made Ying Que freeze in place. She was curious, but dared not turn around, afraid that she would see the mistress's dignified face no longer kind.

Pascal closed the book and put it away, then wrapped himself in a coat and walked over to the girl whose back was to him.

Did you bring pajamas?

"I'll be right away... huh?"

When Yingque turned around, she found that the warm little lamp was being blocked by the mistress, enveloping her body.

She was slightly taller than me, but shorter than the bartender, about 170 cm tall. Her elegant demeanor matched her refined taste. Only when I got closer did I realize that her smile was even more welcoming than I had expected.

"If you have pajamas, go take a shower first. It's getting late. I'll go get you your toiletries."

Yingque's reaction time was slower than Pascal's turn.

Out of curiosity, she asked, "Um, aren't you curious about who I am?"

The lady did not turn around, but merely shrugged in a manner inconsistent with her demeanor: "Of course I'm curious, but since it was 'Mr. Luo' who said it, there must be a reason for it, and besides, you seem to be a good kid."

After saying that, she turned on the bathroom light and disappeared around the corner.

Hmm... so I left a good impression on the other person?

Yingque felt like a shy and awkward young person who had just entered society and was going through a job interview at a company.

Just now, she seemed to have successfully passed the initial test and was ready to enter the probationary period...

As if granted a pardon, the excited girl quickly opened her suitcase, took out the pajamas that had been piled up, and ran to the bathroom door, as if she wanted to move a box of folders to her brand-new desk.

The two met at the door, and Pascal was already holding a brand new green towel and a blue bath towel.

"Here are your towels and bath towels. Come in. Shampoo and shower gel are both available. You can also turn on the bathroom heater if you need it. It's so cold outside. Take a shower and then have a good rest."

"Well, thank you!"

She was no longer as reserved as when they first met, and Yingque was very happy that the other person was a very friendly person.

According to the bartender, there are many people here, mostly women. If they are all easy to talk to, they might become his first friends after arriving in White Eagle!

Although the journey here was not easy, she was very happy to have met a kind person who was willing to act as a lighthouse on the vast ocean, providing her with a safe haven.

"Thanks......"

294 The Thoughts of a Young Girl

Even before the two arrived, Pascal received a text message from Lovan on September 9th, informing her that a girl who had just arrived in White Eagle would be staying in her room for a while, and that she should take good care of her.

Based on stereotypes, Pascal couldn't understand where Lofan got the confidence and courage to let a naive young girl stay in her room. Wasn't he worried that the girl wouldn't be able to stand his living environment and habits?

However, this stereotype was indeed wrong. Pascal's room was very clean and spotless. Not only had her heavy dark circles disappeared, but there were even some used cosmetics in the trash can.

Therefore, Lofan's choice this time was quite wise. Compared to MDR's otaku gaming room, Pascal's room is obviously more livable than a normal person's...

As for why Pascal is no longer quite like... "Pascal," in her mind, she is now playing the role of a "wife," so of course she has to act like one.

Her talents are not needed for the time being, and her current job does not require her help, so why not take the time to embellish herself?

Moreover, she will be working with Mrs. Grey in the future, and if necessary, she may have to go to the forefront with her, so she certainly cannot stay in the same state as before.

Everyone else is wearing suits, and I'm the only one wearing a shirt and no pants. Is that a bit inappropriate...?

Therefore, Yingque is now able to meet an elegant, beautiful, mature and composed lady. If she were to stand next to Luo Fan, the two would easily be mistaken for a couple. After all, their temperaments are so similar that people would subconsciously think that they are two aloof souls who have attracted each other with their own charm.

It's hard to find the marks of time on her face. Like true gold that withstands the test of fire, even though her past lifestyle and behavior may have shown signs of decline, and even though she worked long hours and ate two meals a day, her beauty remains indelible.

However, she herself doesn't seem to understand this; she is a woman who truly earns her living through her talent.

Like that night, she told him that she would accompany him to the very end, and that even if he stepped into anger, her name would be engraved on his tombstone.

However, she had already done it.

"Is that so, Mr. Luo?"

She picked up the wedding ring, making it sparkle in the dim but warm room, a blissful smile on her lips.

......

"call......"

A faint, ethereal breath drifted from the bathroom.

Yingque collapsed in the bathtub, like an invertebrate, as if she had never straightened her body in her entire life.

no way......

"This is the first time in my life I've ever taken a bath in a tub that can completely fit my body..."

At 22 years old, the closest thing she'd ever been to a bathtub in over twenty years was the plastic bucket her mother used to bathe her when she was five...

Of course, that can't really be called a bathtub, although it does seem big enough for a 5-year-old...

Based on a cartoon she'd seen, some characters seemed to add herbs or something similar to their bathwater. She'd never considered this before and didn't understand the difference between it and a regular hot bath—it wasn't like she was practicing body tempering...

Oh right, when I was little, we used to soak our clothes in mugwort water for the Dragon Boat Festival, although I didn't feel anything except for a strange herbal smell...

But now, in the snow-covered White Eagle, being able to relax and soak in hot water feels absolutely wonderful.

If she weren't temporarily staying in someone else's room, she felt she could have stayed there all night...

that is......

"I wonder how Mom is doing now..."

Perhaps I should send a message to let them know I'm safe; it's almost time...

With a slight movement of her somewhat weak limbs, the girl finally climbed out of the bathtub, preparing to dry herself off.

Her hand, about to touch the towel, froze in mid-air, and the girl's gaze was fixed on the mirror, which was already filled with steam.

"..."

She reached out and wiped the fog off the mirror, and slowly, her face was reflected in the mirror.

For some reason, even though I haven't deliberately taken care of my skin, it has always been pretty good, to the point that my roommates often complain about it when I'm in the dorm.

......

"Yingque, how do you manage to maintain such good skin quality without using skincare products? Are all those health experts telling the truth, that you only eat vegetarian food?" (Facepalm and shuts up)

"Uh, I don't know either. I just... do what I'm supposed to do every day, and then... that's how it is." (Tilts head slightly, or maybe not.)

"Ugh, this is too hurtful. The hundreds of yuan I spend every month are not even as much as the towels Que'er uses..." (Also feeling depressed again)

"Don't call me that, it sounds weird..." (His expression changed slightly)

"Hehe, okay, then can I borrow your face for a bit?" (Grinning)

"???"

"Why do you look so surprised? Several upperclassmen in the department have a crush on you, okay? Don't tell me you didn't notice at all." (Suspicious)