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墨書 Inktalez
The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight flowed like water.
A cool evening breeze swept through the city streets, stirring up a few fallen dry leaves.
On the long street of Silence, there was no one around, only shadowy figures that flickered like vengeful spirits, hesitating as they walked.
Abandoned vehicles lay paralyzed by the roadside, their dusty surfaces untouched for a long time.
Some car doors swung open, standing lonely in the night wind, exposing everything inside to the coolness of the night.
The shop windows, once clean and tidy, had now become filthy. Spattered bloodstains and swirling dust had sullied what was once transparent glass.
Scattered newspapers and books, discarded by someone unknown, littered the street. As the cold wind blew, the pages of the books rustled and flipped continuously.
Lighter newspapers took to the air in the evening breeze, tracing chaotic lines as they soared beneath the night sky.
When one of those flying newspapers slapped against a Zombie's face with a "thud," its vision obstructed, the fellow stumbled sideways and stepped on a rolling soda can, crashing down onto the long street with a thud, struggling to get back up.
From a leaking pipe, a thin stream of water hissed out, dampening the ground beneath it.
Yet the workers who should have come to repair it had long since vanished without a trace, leaving only the rusted old leaking pipe standing forlornly in the corner.
This was a Dead City.
An Empty City.
Darkness and Silence seemed to eternally envelop this place; once a brightly lit metropolis, it now lay shrouded in lonely silence and darkness, as if light would never again grace this land.
However, a gentle lullaby carried by the night wind floated through the air—clear and melodious, like sweet bells chiming in the breeze—strangely calming one's spirit.
"White rabbit, white as snow, with two ears standing tall. Loves to eat carrots and greens; how lovely it hops about."
The legs in Pink Cotton Stockings swayed lightly in the night wind. A girl dressed in a White Pleated Skirt sat at the edge of a platform like a charming princess, propping her chin on her hands and humming an adorable nursery rhyme out of sheer boredom.
Her legs swayed gently in the night breeze—delicate and graceful—like the finest masterpiece crafted by a creator, exquisite and perfect, making one unable to look away.
On her cute face, a slight pout formed due to her frustration, as if she were waiting for someone’s arrival.
“Snow Sister, why hasn’t Daddy come back yet?”
As a lullaby came to an end, the girl turned her head to look at the girl beside her, clearly bored after waiting for what felt like an eternity.
The girl, cold and sculptural in demeanor, glanced at her but said nothing in response.
The girl had long since grown accustomed to this indifference.
Turning back, she rested her chin on her hands and gazed down at the city streets below, her expression filled with gloom.
“Daddy has been gone for so long. Why hasn’t he returned? Is he really enchanted by that girl named Xing'er? So smitten that he forgets about Shishi?”
Her adorable legs continued to swing in the night breeze. From behind, the two sitting on the edge looked like sisters.
The cool moonlight cast long shadows behind them, creating a beautiful and warm still image on the stage.
“No... no... he won’t...”
A mechanical voice emerged from the girl’s lips.
She tilted her head thoughtfully and stammered out words of comfort to the girl, “He... will... come... back...”
The girl looked at her companion and understood her meaning. “Snow Sister, you mean... Daddy will come back?”
The girl nodded.
“I know he will definitely return. Daddy would never abandon Shishi, but...” The girl rubbed her face in distress and said, “What if he really is enchanted by that girl named Xing'er?”
“Ahhh! This is so infuriating! Clearly Shishi is so cute, and Snow Sister is so beautiful too. Daddy isn’t satisfied with us and has to go look for other girls. It’s just... so infuriating!”
Clenching her fists and waving her hands in frustration, the girl exclaimed, “This is just too infuriating!”
Snow sat beside her, looking at her coldly, without any reaction.
After venting her frustrations, the girl wrapped her arms around the girl next to her and suddenly remembered something. "By the way, Snow Sister, you used to be friends with Dad. Do you know that girl named Xing'er? What kind of person is she?"
"Xing'er..."
The girl stared blankly at the night sky, tilting her head as she thought for a moment before stammering, "Well... sweet... lovely... likes..."
The girl was taken aback, revealing a look of terror. "Snow Sister, you... you mean that Xing'er is very sweet and pretty? Dad really likes her?"
The girl thought for five seconds and shook her head.
"Then does that mean that Xing'er is very sweet and pretty, and very likable?"
Snow nodded.
Shishi finally sighed in relief. "So that means Dad doesn't actually like her?"
The girl pondered for a moment and shook her head again.
The girl nearly cried, her face filled with despair. "Does he... like her? Dad really likes her?"
Snow thought for a moment and nodded. Then, seeing the girl's almost tearful expression of despair, she shook her head again.
The girl was completely confused.
"Do you like her or not?"
Snow thought for a while before stammering, "Like... sister... like..."
"Uh... do you mean that Dad's liking for her is just like how he sees a sister?"
Snow nodded.
"But in the book, the kind of affection a man has for someone who resembles a sister is merely preparation for making that person his future wife..."
The girl felt a bit disappointed, but suddenly had a thought and her face lit up with surprise. "Right! The book mentioned that you can tell what kind of feelings one person has for another by how they address each other... How does Xing'er call her father? Does she like him too? If she doesn't really like him, then I don't have to worry too much."
Shishi grasped Snow's hand and quickly asked, "Snow Sister, do you know how Xing'er calls her father? Does she call him by his name, or is it something else?"
Snow looked at Shishi's eager and anxious gaze, tilting her head as she tried to recall. It seemed that this memory was too distant and difficult to retrieve, causing a pained expression to appear on her face.
"Brother-in-law..."
After a full ten minutes, Snow finally managed to utter those two words slowly.
Then, the girl froze.
"Brother-in-law?"
The moment that despairing term entered her mind, the world around her went dark, and she nearly fainted.
"Could it really be brother-in-law? How is that possible..."
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