Chapter 875: The Faceless One

“Others?” Jiang Ruoxue frowned slightly and asked, “Who?”

Bai Yang looked up at the sky, sighed, and said, “Come over here, all of you. If there’s a solution… help me think of one.”

Hearing this, I could only follow Bai Yang’s request and step forward, standing beside Ruoxue.

We both waited quietly for him to speak, but he lowered his head as if deep in thought. I clearly saw a flicker of fear flash through his eyes.

“Is it… hard to say?” I asked.

“No…” Bai Yang steadied himself before continuing, “It’s not hard to say… It’s just too bizarre… I’m afraid that once I say it, you’ll think I’ve lost my mind and won’t want to talk to me anymore.”

“We won’t,” Jiang Ruoxue and I answered almost simultaneously.

“Fine, in that case…”

He raised his head, staring at the two of us, and uttered a sentence that sent chills down my spine with an eerie expression:

“The person in my heart… has no face.”

Jiang Ruoxue and I fell silent for a long time, as if trying to comprehend his words, but it was truly difficult to grasp.

“No… no face means…?” Jiang Ruoxue asked, bewildered.

Bai Yang slowly raised his hand, fingers spread into a flat palm, and gently covered his own face.

“No face means… no features. Her face is flat…” His voice began to tremble slightly. “When she tries to express emotions… the smooth skin on her face starts to writhe… Muscles squirm like worms, twisting into shapes that resemble expressions… I can almost tell if she’s smiling or crying… but she truly has no face.”

A cold shiver ran down my back as I listened.

It had been two full years since he obtained that small mirror…

If he really had to fabricate a relationship through self-delusion… spending two years with a faceless woman in his mind…

Was he still mentally stable?

“Thankfully, you two showed up today…” Bai Yang pressed a hand to his forehead. “Things seem to be spiraling out of control… I barely even realize she has no face anymore… If not for that knocking sound waking me up… I might have gone insane one day.”

“Wait… hold on…” Jiang Ruoxue raised a hand to stop him. “Let me sort this out first…”

“Sort what out?”

“You said she ‘has no face’…” Jiang Ruoxue thought for a moment. “Meaning you don’t even know what she looks like, right?”

“Right.”

“You’re hung up on a girl whose face you don’t even know?” Jiang Ruoxue widened her eyes in disbelief.

“Right.”

“She…” Jiang Ruoxue hesitated before asking, “If she has no mouth… can she speak?”

“Though she has no mouth and makes no sound, I hear every word she says,” Bai Yang replied.

“You…” Jiang Ruoxue sighed, then said with frustration, “I knew something would go wrong… Who tries to create love with ‘theory’ and ‘knowledge’?”

“So… can you help me?” Bai Yang looked at us with desperate eyes.

At that moment, whether it was an illusion or not, I sensed an unprecedented helplessness emanating from him.

Perhaps in the entire “Land of the End,” he had no one else to confide in—we were his only options.

“I have a question…” I spoke up.

“Go ahead.”

“Why just no face?” I asked, puzzled. “If this person doesn’t exist… logically, her body, appearance, and personality should all be vague… Why only the ‘face’?”

“This…” Bai Yang slowly furrowed his brow, as if struggling to explain.

“Her body and personality… are already there?” I ventured.

After a pause, Bai Yang answered, “Yes.”

“So…” I gestured with my hands, trying to follow his reasoning, “Everything else is complete… except for the face?”

“That’s right,” Bai Yang confirmed.

“How is that possible?” Jiang Ruoxue chimed in.

“Well… it’s not that hard to explain. I replicated someone who exists in the real world,” Bai Yang said solemnly. “Building a skyscraper out of thin air isn’t realistic—I needed a blueprint. The foundation and framework were taken from the blueprint, but the rest wasn’t.”

“If this ‘blueprint’ exists in reality… why not replicate the ‘blueprint’s’ face?” I pressed. “Wouldn’t that make it more immersive and easier to succeed?”

“Because I asked myself, and I didn’t like the final form of that ‘blueprint,'” Bai Yang said. “If I fully replicated it, my plan would have failed from the start.”

“This…”

Jiang Ruoxue and I exchanged glances, utterly at a loss.

This Bai Yang had spent two years with a faceless woman… Neither of us could have managed that.

“Then use Zhi Chun’s face!” Jiang Ruoxue blurted out, startling me.

Before Bai Yang or I could react, she pinched my cheeks and pulled my face forward.

“Our Zhi Chun is an undeniable beauty, right?” she said, almost proudly. “Try imagining it. It’s not like Zhi Chun loses anything.”

This was the first time I learned Jiang Ruoxue considered me beautiful—in my eyes, she was far more attractive.

“Ruoxue, you…” My speech was garbled from the pinching. “Stop messing around…”

Honestly, I didn’t particularly like Bai Yang—in fact, I was a little afraid of him. Being with someone like him would mean every word I spoke had to be carefully weighed, lest he see me as nothing more than a foolish dog wagging its tail. There’d be no joy or freedom in that.

Bai Yang sighed and shook his head helplessly. “This isn’t about appearance. Yan Zhi Chun won’t work.”

Jiang Ruoxue released my face, took a deep breath, and seemed to steel herself—but before she could speak, Bai Yang cut her off.

“Neither will you.”

“Wh-what do you mean?!” Jiang Ruoxue’s words caught in her throat, and she nearly shouted. “I didn’t even say anything yet!”

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” Bai Yang shook his head. “I told you, this isn’t about looks… It’s not a matter of beauty. I simply can’t project a real person, or I won’t be able to distinguish what’s real anymore.”

“Distinguish reality…?” Jiang Ruoxue and I echoed in confusion.

“Don’t worry about that…” Bai Yang said. “There’s only one thing I need help with… Can you help me ‘create’ a face?”