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The messenger of the three prime ministers had led her through the gate.
She also stood on the stage to fight against the Titans of the sky, together with Himeko, Hoshi, and their new friends from Onpharos.
But when she turns around, she will find that there is a "she" who has been standing behind her all along.
The beautiful memories began to change, and when she came to her senses again, she was already standing on ruins.
Amidst the ruins lay the bodies of his companions.
Danheng, Tirispius, Himeko, Hoshi...
"impossible!"
She didn't want to accept this outcome, this memory.
“This isn’t…” She shook her head in disbelief, trying to deny the memory.
A colorless jellyfish flew past her eyes, and the same voice as hers rang out again.
"Really?"
Without any warning, "she" appeared before March 7th and gently lifted March 7th's face.
"She" is March 7th, who never appeared before; she is a hidden stranger, shrouded in memory.
"Long Night Moon".
He understood that even if the scene of his comrade dying in front of him was fake, he couldn't remain calm.
He didn't want to see any of his fellow passengers on the train fall into that kind of panic and sorrow.
Therefore, as a train guard, he would not allow such a situation to occur at any time or in any place.
Chapter 111 The Long Night That Follows Like a Shadow
Are you sure?
Chang Yeyue's face drew closer, bringing their eyes together.
Rain began to fall in the gloomy alley.
Suddenly, "Star" appeared behind March 7th, grabbed March 7th's hand, and ran backwards.
In her haste, March 7th still wanted to turn back and ask her other self what was going on.
Changye Yue, who was being led away on March 7th, calmly waved her hand, indicating "goodbye".
In this passive escape, March 7th would occasionally stumble, but "Star" would forcefully pull her forward.
A burst of disorienting light flashed, and in March 7th's eyes, this "star" that was definitely not a star revealed its true form—
A doll surrounded by wire.
In this alley, there wasn't just one puppet pulling her; behind her and in front of her, there were puppets constantly twisting and turning!
March 7th stared wide-eyed in fear, wanting to scream but unable to utter a sound.
Before she could make a move, Chang Yeyue's figure emerged from the shadows behind her.
Faced with the doll that was twisting its body and walking towards it, March 7th subconsciously stepped back.
She turned to run away, but bumped into the long night moon amidst a crimson glow.
She turned around again and escaped into a crack in the wall, but just as she was about to reach the end, the doll's hand suddenly reached in from the other side.
She had already reached a dead end.
"Um, are you sure it's okay?" the "messenger" asked timidly from a corner of the train.
My dear sisters, if you have the guts, come and try the Starry Sky Train now!
Why should she be afraid? What could possibly threaten someone like her, a being of memory, besides the void of the underworld?
March 7th covered her head in fear.
At the same time, accompanied by a soft laugh, a blood-red jellyfish flew by and pushed the doll away.
Chang Yeyue slightly raised her umbrella, revealing her scarlet pupils.
Crimson flowers clung to the spreading withered branches.
"Close your eyes,"
"It was then dark."
She waved her hand to shoo away the doll that lunged at her.
She danced gracefully amidst the bloodshed, like a dancer.
"Don't be afraid,"
"With me here,"
Blood gushed out from the alley, and the approaching doll was struck by a jellyfish.
"We will not lose it again!"
The power of the long night erupted, blasting all the puppets away.
"Hmph hmph hmph~ Hahahahahaha!"
In her eyes, a shattered mirror was reflected, and within that mirror lay "her" soul. Countless hands tried to grasp it.
"I remember you."
March 7th clutched her head in anguish, staggering backward. She weakly leaned against the wall, and ice spread from her hands.
On the other side of the ice, Chang Yeyue's figure faced her.
"You are--"
"Shh..."]
The pitch-black giant hand crushed the mirror, and every shard reflected the image of Chang Yeyue.
On March 7th, I fell into it, into the embrace of the long night moon.
Their fingers were intertwined.
"Wait until you wake up,"
The long night moon transformed into scarlet threads, existing around March 7th.
"Everything," her figure reappeared beside March 7, whispering in March 7's ear.
"It will all pass."
With a gentle push, she sent March 7th into the ocean of memories, which transformed into a long rope that bound March 7th.
So she closed the box that sealed away her memories.
“I am you,”
"The long night that follows you like a shadow."
"Forget me,"
She turned her head and looked at March 7, who was trying to break free from the treasure box.
"This is what you've truly lived—"
"The greatest fortune."
She held her finger to her lips, silencing everything.
She hugged her, and her scarlet pupils turned colorful again, because they were one person.
Memory may fall silent, but memories that should exist will not disappear.
“That seems to be true~” Miss Messenger scratched her head.
She inexplicably recalled Walter's sudden awakening a few days ago and the laughter she had heard. And then there was that carriage she couldn't even get into…
Chapter 112: A Collection of Memories of Self-Destruction
"Close your eyes when it gets dark"
[Playback complete]
[Next up: "Footprints of Memory," also known as "A Collection of Reminiscences' Reckless Acts"]
Since things have come to this, let's cut ties with Yiting's worthless colleagues first.
Huang Quan sincerely stated that she was indeed very polite when she invited him to dance a few days ago.
【"Footprints of Memory"】
【Start playing】
[Act 1: Dance of Eternal Calamity]
"Memory is no different from the deep sea,"
"Never gaze at the sea on a starless night."
"Waiting for someone?"
Inside the Pinocchio Daydream Hotel, the Black Swan watched with interest the lone wanderer sitting in the corner.
Huang Quan glanced at her, shook his head slightly, and fell silent again.
The black swan extended its hand to her as an invitation.
"Would you like to dance with me?"
Huang Quan remained silent for a moment, then placed his hand on the Black Swan's hand and slowly stood up.
Accompanied by music, the two twirled lightly and danced slowly within the magnificent hall.
“I’ve been watching her for a long time,”
"Tonight is the first time I've been invited."
The black swan gazed curiously at the aloof beauty before her, her fingers lightly touching the Yellow Springs, seizing control of the dance.
“A ‘sea patrol knight’,”
"As mysterious as the rumors suggest."
“Somewhat noble,” she said, guiding Huang Quan as they turned, their movements perfectly synchronized, “and somewhat wooden.”
The spotlight followed their every step; at the center of this ball were these two noble and mysterious ladies.
"But during nighttime hunting,"
"Hunting,"
"Not the only hunter."
How come it was her from the very beginning...?
Compared to his colleagues, what he did shouldn't be too serious, right? At least he didn't anger that... the Sea Patrol Knight.
These fools, who seem indifferent to everything except having fun, why are they more informed than she, the one who remembers?
The black swan gently embraced Huang Quan's slender waist.
“At this distance,” she pulled Huang Quan up, and the two looked at each other again, “you are more charming than you appear.”
In her monologue, she was still trying to figure out the identity of the person in front of her.
"She also came for the watchmaker's legacy, without a doubt."
She gently kissed Huang Quan's hand. Huang Quan instinctively pulled his hand away, but she pulled it back up.
"In this game, everyone lies, but memory doesn't."
Their steps followed the melodious music perfectly, neither faltering. Black Swan then pulled Huang Quan forward, chuckling softly as she said:
"Getting better and better, isn't it?"
The scattered lights beneath their feet formed the silhouettes of the Yellow Springs.
"Everyone has a past,"