After quitting her job, Feng Xiaohe’s life wasn’t particularly exciting. During the day, she’d substitute for Qu Xiqian at the White Night Bookstore, looking after the stray cats in the library. At night, she’d return home.
Tonight, beneath a moonless, windswept sky, Feng Xiaohe remained shaken by the phone call she’d received from Feng Na during the day. In that call, Feng Na had explicitly declared her hatred. Feng Xiaohe had felt deeply suppressed in the moment, but on second thought, something felt off.
“Na, you really will be okay, right?” she murmured to herself.
Back when they’d gone to Tokyo with Feng Na and Qu Xiqian, Feng Xiaohe had seen the shadow of a younger sister in Feng Na. Their personalities differed slightly, but the expressions Feng Na occasionally revealed were an exact copy of Xiaona’s, leading Feng Xiaohe to always view Feng Na as another little sister.
Those hurtful words were, in a twisted way, telling her—please don’t worry about me.
“How could I possibly not worry!”
Feng Xiaohe shot to her feet, accidentally knocking the flat white coffee off the tea table. The scalding brown liquid spilled onto her black stockings, making her cry out involuntarily. But she ignored it, immediately dialing her phone.
—Beep, beep, beep…
After a moment, the other end replied, “The number you have dialed is not in service.”
Feng Na had mentioned earlier that she wouldn’t be using this number anymore. Feng Xiaohe then frantically sent messages on QQ, WeChat, and every other social media account she could use to reach Feng Na, yet all her messages vanished like stones dropped into the sea.
Suddenly, Feng Xiaohe remembered Feng Na seemed to be using Line, the messaging app used in J-Country. However, when she opened her computer, she was greeted by “404 Not Found.” She recalled Xiaona saying that to access foreign websites, you needed to do something like circumvent the Great Firewall.
What is circumventing the Great Firewall?
Xiaona wasn’t home today either; she said she was staying at a classmate’s place.
Though tonight’s moonlight was beautiful, Feng Xiaohe’s heart pounded with restless anxiety, utterly inexplicable. Even the caffeine she’d just ingested and the dopamine it released couldn’t make her feel any happiness.
How she hated the moonlight…
She dialed Feng Xiaona’s number.
On the other end, Feng Xiaona was sitting on a hotel sofa, dripping with cold sweat, clearly struggling.
Her adult body being battered and bruised didn’t mean Feng Xiaona, the middle school student, remained unscathed.
On the surface, she seemed unharmed, but in reality, she was tormented by phantom limb pain. Every slash from Tsukiyuki Rio’s tachi deeply tortured Feng Xiaona’s young fifteen-year-old frame. She clenched her teeth and remained silent. If she couldn’t endure the pain and passed out, she would truly die.
“Crap…”
She’d been shot. A tranquilizer dart.
That body was about to be brutally tortured by Tsukiyuki Rio.
“No!”
She refused to let her own body be defiled by other men.
She could endure dismemberment by five horses, endure flaying, endure any unbearable torture, only not the severing of her limbs, being reduced to a plaything for men with peculiar proclivities. (Don’t worry, no NTR)
She tried to awaken her other body to commit suicide, but the signal between their souls was completely severed.
If Feng Na suffered inhuman torment, Feng Xiaona would inevitably witness those filthy scenes. If her memories were stained, what face would she have left to see Brother Sijin?
Just then, Feng Xiaohe called.
In despair, Feng Xiaona answered her older sister’s call:
“Hello, sister…”
“Xiaona, do you know how to circumvent the Great Firewall?”
“Wait a bit. I’ll tell you how when I get home. I’m busy right now, hanging up.”
At a time like this, her clueless older sister was still thinking about bypassing internet restrictions. A wave of helplessness made Feng Xiaona want to cry.
She had completely lost to Tsukiyuki Rio. She couldn’t even commit suicide.
Damn it, damn it…
Feng Xiaona kicked the sofa viciously. She couldn’t be defiled, no matter what.
Her body belonged only to Brother Sijin. She had to give her purest self to him in the cleanest way possible.
“Just die already, my other self. Disappear completely. Humiliation is the one thing I refuse to endure…”
Tears dripped steadily down her cheeks. In this moment, she wasn’t the ruthless Tokyo Godmother, but a helpless middle school girl. Tears trickled onto the back of her hand. Her entire body curled into a ball, enveloped by a profound cold.
On Mount Asama, Feng Na, clad in a scarlet red cheongsam, fell.
Tsukiyuki Rio coldly observed her fallen opponent. She understood perfectly the cruelest form of humiliation for one crazed by love. The most disgustingly vile torment imaginable would be this woman’s final destination.
“I will make you wish you were dead.”
Her maids simply bandaged Feng Na up before tossing the shattered body into the car’s trunk. She wouldn’t die. A dose of a future medicine from the year 2040 had already been administered. Death was now a luxury. She would regain consciousness soon, her senses heightened several times over.
And this was just the beginning of Tsukiyuki Rio’s revenge. She showed no mercy to her enemies.
“I need a good bath when I get back. Haven’t seen Gao-kun all day.”
Tsukiyuki Rio stretched lazily. With the battle over, she was impatient to return home, to put on her obedient, gentle girl act and fawn over Gao Sijin. She would forever remain pure and untainted, playing the role of an angel in Gao Sijin’s eyes for the rest of her life.
If her mask of innocence was ever torn away, revealing the angel’s pristine white feathers to be their original black… well, she could just alter Gao-kun’s memories again. After all, Gao-kun could no longer escape her devil’s claws. The future was bright.
She got into the red Ferrari and drove toward the Karuizawa West Prince Hotel. Gao-kun must be getting impatient.
Feng Na’s ending would also serve as a warning. She hoped Yu Qingxue could understand her good intentions. As long as she was obedient and acted as her dog, she wouldn’t mind occasionally tossing Yu Qingxue a delicious bone as a reward.
On the return journey, a woman in a magnificent black mourning dress, her face veiled in black gauze, strolled along the Karuizawa path, singing in a resonant, high-pitched voice. The darkness made it impossible to make out her features, but her song rang out with startling clarity.
“Grant her eternal rest~♪ And let perpetual light shine upon her~♪ Hear my prayer, for all flesh shall return to Thee~♪”
The mournful, romantic melody was intoxicating.
She approached, and then quickly passed by. After this brief encounter, the maids paid her no mind. Meanwhile, in the trunk, Feng Na’s heart stopped completely.
Once the convoy had departed entirely, the singing woman halted. She removed her veil, revealing her true face.
Beneath a smooth, silky purple bob haircut was the face of the popular idol, Ovinia.
“May you rest in peace.”
As a fictional character from In the Name of the Maid, she was unwilling to let a woman who loved the Creator suffer such disgrace.
Thus, a requiem was offered for Feng Na.
