I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today - Chapter 351

Chapter 351: Chapter 351: I’m Not Him

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The Gardener’s urging sent panic through their hearts.

He kept mentioning the key.

The key, the key! With such a large estate, hundreds of rooms upstairs and downstairs, how are they supposed to find the key?

Bai Youwei felt irritated, she thought there was something fishy about the Gardener.

But when it came to articulating her suspicions, she was at a loss for words.

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If she really had to say…

Perhaps it was the man’s appearance that made her feel uncomfortable.

This Gardener, despite possessing a distinctively European look, somehow reminded her of Shen Mo.

Both had prominent noses and deep-set eyes… Are all handsome men’s features similar when looked at individually?

The Gardener added, “There are hundreds of rooms here, so you must spread out to search for the key. Otherwise, you won’t be able to find it before the sun sets.”

They were indeed running out of time.

The women discussed again briefly, deciding to follow the Gardener’s advice and search for the key separately.

Everyone felt it was unlikely they would find such a small key in such a vast place, but they had no choice but to try.

Hu Ya was losing her patience as she rummaged through the room.

This room was decorated with various clocks, each a masterpiece in its own right. But she had no mood to appreciate them, as she frantically searched for the key to the main door as the Gardener had mentioned.

“Have you found the key?”

Somewhere along the way, the handsome Gardener walked in, saying to her kindly, “If you’re tired, take a break.”

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Hu Ya retorted irritably, “No, this place is too big. It takes forever just to search one room, let alone all the rooms!”

After grumbling a bit, she realized that she was talking to an NPC and found it absurd that she was arguing with it and stopped talking.

Unexpectedly, the Gardener continued the conversation with her.

“As long as you keep looking, you’re bound to find it.” He comforted her kindly, speaking softly, “You still have a chance to leave, but I must stay here forever. Doesn’t that make you feel a bit better?”

Hu Ya looked up at him in astonishment.

He’s an NPC and of course can’t leave the game, but… He’s just an NPC, why does he seem so human-like?

Maybe she stared at him too long, the Gardener smilingly said, “Please don’t look at me like that. If stared at by such a lovely lady like you, I would blush.”

Hu Ya blushed slightly. No boy had ever complimented her this way before, and she felt embarrassed… even though he was an NPC.

“Lovely… what…” she murmured back, “Those are just sweet nothings.”

“They’re sincere.” The Gardener replied gently, “You look cute when you’re serious.”

Hu Ya was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the Gardener again, her expression slowly changing…

“What’s the matter?” The Gardener asked softly.

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“No…nothing.” Hu Ya gave a sheepish laugh and averted her gaze, “Actually, I’ve thought since a while ago, you look like someone I know…”

The Gardener asked, “Really? Like who?”

As Hu Ya casually continued her search, she was reminded of the past, “You look like my senior. He… was really handsome, very smart, and he also said something similar, that I looked cute when I was serious…”

Hu Ya paused, her expression freezing in place.

The boys in her class never liked her. They mocked her, saying she was too robust, too fierce, too loud, her clothes too outdated. They even teased her with various nicknames.

Only that senior was kind to her.

She wondered how he was doing now…

“No wonder I felt a sense of familiarity when I saw you.” The Gardener said with a smile, “It must be the system projection at work.”

Hu Ya was momentarily stunned, then asked him, “You mean…my thoughts of him might have influenced you?”

“Perhaps, to some extent.” The Gardener moved closer to her, gazing at her gently, “So I felt your longing, and your pain.”

Tears welled up in Hu Ya’s eyes. She whispered, “… Are you him? My senior?”

“I’m not him, but I can help you like he did.”

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The Gardener gently took Hu Ya’s hand.