My Iyashikei Game Chapter 421: Perfect Personality

‘The plastic surgery hospital can provide various perfect personalities to the children, and now I encounter this playroom which mimics Happiness Orphanage. Does that mean the personality implant technology has to do with the Happiness Orphanage?’ Most of the memories Han Fei had of the Happiness Orphanage were positive, even though the place was simple and old, it was his childhood.

When he was young and innocent, it was the worker and volunteer there who told him about the world and the greatness of humanity. After he grew older, the first thing he remembered about the place was the positive memories. For a long time, he believed that was all to his childhood until he lost his souls.

Without his childhood memory, kindness and sin, the blood red orphanage deep inside his mind exposed itself. At that moment, Han Fei noticed everything in his mind was dyed red, every act of goodness was bloody. As the fragmented memories clicked together, he slowly saw the truth.

‘The laughter is alone inside the blood red orphanage, as alone as I am standing here looking at the painted windows. I see how beautiful the world outside the windows is but I can’t ever leave because the windows are all just painted. There was no tragedy in my childhood. My friends, volunteers, teachers, have given me a positive childhood, but when I try to think about them, I can’t remember any of their faces. Were they real? Do they really exist? Can a healing personality heal all the wounds? If yes, how?’

Han Fei closed his eyes. Pain was like a needle that pierced deep into his brain, allowing him to see the laughter deep inside his mind. It was a madman who laughed like no tomorrow. Everything in his eyes was dyed red, his world was red. Han Fei had no idea if his healing personality was a perfect personality or not but he was sure the laughter must have the world's most imperfect personality.

“Han Fei?” Bai Xian froze at the door. He studied Han Fei inside the playroom. Other than fear, he felt worried for him. Han Fei stood before a painted window

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