Don't think of rebirth. - Chapter 544 Ladder

Ouyang Wushuang ran over without hesitation, hugged her tightly, and said loudly: "It's okay, the squad leader and I are here, it's okay!"

She was shorter than Murong Tianjiao. When he hugged her, Murong Tianjiao pressed on her, and his chin could not reach her shoulders, but could only rest on her collarbone.

When Murong Tianjiao hugged him, his whole body sank into her arms and he had difficulty breathing.

Despite this, she still hugged Murong Tianjiao tightly, as if this could transfer all her strength to him.

She just stood at the door, her face wrinkled from crying and her voice very hoarse.

Gu Qinghuan walked over and patted her on the back gently. Without saying much, he just repeated over and over again: "We are here, we are here, we will accompany you."

Although Murong Tianjiao did not speak clearly on the phone, Gu Qinghuan and Ouyang Wushuang could judge from those fragmented words that Murong Xue probably destroyed the various costumes and props that Murong Tianjiao used for cosplay.

This was not just material destruction, but also spiritual devastation. She destroyed Murong Tianjiao's long-standing hobby and her spiritual support.

Murong Tianjiao cried for a long time before he slowly stopped sobbing.

Ouyang Wushuang was wearing a gray T-shirt today, which was wet in a large area due to tears. The gray fabric had turned black and looked very conspicuous.

The door was still open, and cold air from the air conditioner continued to run out of the room. The mixture of cold and heat made people feel uncomfortable.

Gu Qinghuan and Ouyang Wushuang helped Murong Tianjiao into the house, and saw the scraps of cloth and props thrown all over the door.

Gu Qinghuan guessed that Murong Tianjiao's costumes and props should have been put into these bags first and thrown away, but before they were thrown away, she snatched them back and squatted at the door to check the status of the items.

As for the condition, even an outsider like Gu Qinghuan could see that none of the clothes could be worn anymore.

Murong Tianjiao is not a professional tailor. She purchases her cosplay costumes online or has them customized by professionals in the circle.

The price is another matter. These costumes and props carry the joy she feels every time she does cosplay, and are also carefully treasured by her in the warehouse.

Murong Tianjiao had cried enough and her emotions gradually calmed down. She looked at everything on the ground in a daze and said with a self-deprecating smile, "Actually, when I was cleaning up, I admired her very much. She actually broke every piece. She really has the time."

"Now I am just thankful that the costume for Matilda designed by Fang Wanfu was his work and is kept by him."

"If that dress is also destroyed, I really won't be able to face him."

Gu Qinghuan held her face in his hands, looked straight into her red eyes, and said seriously: "If Fang Wanfu were here, he would be more likely to stand up for you than to feel bad about his own design."

Even though Murong Xue had done such a thing, Gu Qinghuan had no mood to respect his elders at all.

Compared to this, Murong Tianjiao is more important. She just wants her friend to feel better.

After hearing what Gu Qinghuan said, Murong Tianjiao was stunned for a moment, then he thought of Fang Wanfu's angry face and couldn't help laughing.

Ouyang Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad that she could still laugh. She was afraid that Murong Tianjiao would keep all his emotions in his heart and get depressed. What should she do?

If Gu Qinghuan had not been involved in the controversy caused by Mika, Murong Tianjiao’s counterattack might not have been so strong.

The pain Murong Tianjiao felt for his mother seemed to escape from his throat with this laugh, and his mood became much lighter.

She rubbed the remaining tears from her eyes and whispered, "Thank you for worrying about me."

"What's there to thank for this? We are still friends!" Ouyang Wushuang deliberately put on an angry face, "Okay, let's clean up these first, and then we can talk slowly."

Gu Qinghuan helped Murong Tianjiao sit down on the sofa, poured her a glass of water so that she could replenish the lost water, and then cleaned up with Ouyang Wushuang.

After picking up each item one by one, Gu Qinghuan noticed that some small items were still intact, such as belts and other accessories.

She asked Murong Tianjiao: "Should we keep these?"

Murong Tianjiao grabbed the water cup in his hand and asked carefully: "Can I keep it? If my mom sees it again, she will..."

She asked, "Do you still want to cosplay?"

Murong Tianjiao fell silent.

"Can you cancel your social media accounts, give up your yearning for that world, stop being any character, and live on as the real Murong Tianjiao?" Gu Qinghuan asked again.

Murong Tianjiao tightened his fingers and pursed his lips.

It’s not “can’t”, it’s “don’t”.

Although there have always been various doubts on the Internet, people don't understand why she and those who share the same hobby have such an interest in cosplay.

However, Murong Tianjiao still cannot give up this love. She yearns for the world depicted in those anime. As long as she cosplays as a character, she seems to be able to enter that world and have another life.

Those characters were like untouchable stars, shining brightly and attracting her to run.

Murong Tianjiao suddenly felt relieved. Yes, she could have just laughed off the doubts on the Internet. Why couldn't she use the same mentality to face her mother?

Her mother went even further and destroyed her belongings.

Murong Tianjiao took a deep breath and felt calmer: "I want to keep all those who can be used."

She put down her water cup and joined the cleanup team. Although her fingers trembled slightly when picking up the damaged items, she was able to clean up by herself.

It can still be used, her treasure can gain new value in another form and continue to accompany her.

Her hands became steadier and her eyes brighter.

She doesn't want to lose to such a blow, this is her hobby.