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At this moment, Jiangcheng seems unaware, or perhaps completely oblivious, of the current problems.
As always, she follows the girl's vision of the future and performs the ritual to prove herself.
"These places have been thoroughly destroyed. Just thinking about how I'll have to repair them now makes me feel like it's going to be a huge hassle..."
"I actually feel quite sorry for the damage I caused before, but it was necessary. I will rebuild this place properly later."
"But don't worry, I have a way to solve the Stigmata Project. In fact, the best-case scenario is that the Stigmata Project never existed. I'll try my method first. If it succeeds, there won't be so many messy things, and you won't have to keep making changes."
Watching Jiang Cheng's posture, he acted as if he could only hide his inner thoughts.
She will always have something called anger in her, no matter what.
Combustion, boiling
In short, in human terms, it's like something called a heart is pounding.
For the first time in her life, Mistelin found it difficult to mimic and maintain the gentle expression she remembered of Cecilia.
The corners of her mouth involuntarily drooped slightly, preventing her from maintaining that light, graceful smile.
—It is a sense of loss.
The suggestion was answered immediately.
It was an emotion called loss, an emotion she personally experienced, an emotion that made her feel miserable no matter what, and an emotion she didn't want to continue.
If it weren't for the unbearable feeling of being stuck in one place, unable to do anything, and unable to even research the Stigmata Project, I would inevitably pick up a pen and write your name. So I simply turned on a little bit of the monitor to watch your movements, and then timed it perfectly to find you when you were about to leave. That way, I could use a prepared excuse to chat with you and build new memories... I guess you would completely forget about it later.
They will forget everything completely, leaving not a trace of memory.
Any of these outcomes is possible...
If that were to happen, even though I still don't quite understand why Sakura-san and Mei-san did what they did or what they meant by the feeling of their hearts beating, I'd probably do something very bad.
So it seems I should thank you for mustering the courage to break my expectations, instead of just sitting there waiting for you to come over, only to have you break my expectations yourself with your cluelessness.
I hated myself for doing that when I picked up the monitor, because I felt like a sense of ritual had been broken. I should have just stayed there and waited for you.
Ahhh...
Are emotions really such vivid things?
Slender fingertips gently pressed against her chest, listening to the heartbeat through the thick, soft fabric.
The thought of being excitedly and expectantly waiting for Jiang Cheng in the room, only to find him opening the door and treating her as if she were his future self, looking at her with an inhuman attitude, not as a human being, was unbearable. It was as if he had emphasized in the phone call that she was herself.
When you suddenly fall from the highest point of expectation... you will subconsciously feel fear, as if you are about to break out in a cold sweat.
The anger from just now instantly turned into what seemed to be the complete opposite: fear and lingering apprehension as I took a step back.
One moves forward, the other backward.
It’s weird.
These two extremes can actually transform into each other.
Along with the previous emotion, the emotion called loss, three emotions have appeared simultaneously in such a short period of time, and they all belong to me—to me, who is standing here with a unique personality.
Since that's the case, let's continue.
Mistelin reached out her hand into the distance—
"Next is a bit further away. After passing that, we can reach the Qiqi Laboratory by the way."
"I see... Thank you so much for taking the time to help me explain these things."
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Despite being very unhappy, Ying Qiba had no choice but to reject Lin Qiyi. Now it was indeed her own experience and her own perspective.
And all of this originated from Jiang Cheng. It was indeed Jiang Cheng who accompanied her to create her own memories—just like the previous Mistelin and Ms. Alexandra. It was a completely unique and fresh experience that belonged entirely to her. Even if the memories were preserved through transcription, another version of herself with a completely different personality could not truly have the same physical sensations.
“Don’t worry,” Mistelin nodded, “it’s just a trivial matter. After all, you should know my personality.”
"of course."
He nodded solemnly in front of Jiang Cheng.
It would be even better if this affirmation could be applied to other things.
The girl still tried her best to make things happier—and to hide it as much as possible so that Mei and the others wouldn't find out about the problem.
After all, the memory of a certain behavior called jealousy indicated that if they discovered her thoughts, Jiang Cheng would definitely be taken away from her. They would never allow Jiang Cheng to stay by her side for even a second. In order to avoid such a thing from happening, she had to do some hiding.
Such a journey cannot last too long or go too far; if it were too long, there would be no explanation for it.
Therefore, the girl almost deliberately ended this experience between the two of them in a fragmented way.
Having only walked a small portion of the distance, they entered the laboratory before dusk had even fallen.
—Even so, I would still hope that it could take longer.
He had thoughts that were completely contrary to the decision he made.
Mistelin, however, seemed to have lost all comprehending the experience that had surpassed her own. She could only offer vague answers based on her memories, which were completely incomprehensible to her, much like a student who had memorized all the questions through exhaustive search.
Meaningless time, futile memories—such seemingly useless efforts exist to heal the soul.
Perhaps in the distant future, when she looks back on this springtime, she will smile wryly and sigh:
"Ah—so that's what happened."
The girl with long, silver-white hair gently tugged at the boy's sleeve, unconsciously clenching her fist.
Mistelin felt that she seemed to understand human thought a little better.
Indeed, no matter how much one tries to understand or perceive, seeing is the most important thing.
If only I could understand the subtle nuances of Jiang Cheng, if only I could one day see Jiang Cheng as a useless person...
I definitely will learn more.
But these are all irrelevant now.
No matter how deep, serious, or thoughtful you are in normal times, it doesn't matter at this moment.
Right now, all I want to do is stare blankly at his serious profile, which seems to blend seamlessly with the soft shadows of the trees.
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As for the people she met on the way... those were insignificant matters and there was no need to include them in her memory. At least Mistelin, who knew the impact her appearance would have on the floating island, took the deserted path from the beginning, thus avoiding the situation where Jiang Cheng, as the future bishop, would be recognized and squeezed into a crowd by the crowd, unable to move, like a celebrity.
One last look at the bright sky, the deliberately designed streets almost touching the ground, illuminated by its golden glow, the fallen leaves fluttering in the air, the sunlight reflecting off them—it was almost exactly the same scene as in my memory.
However, at this moment, all of this is no longer found through memory, but through walking this half street and witnessing it all firsthand.
Mistelin looked at Jiang Cheng, who was following beside her, explaining everything with self-justifying reasons as before, so his expression didn't change at all.
Ahhh...
"bring it on."
The last hand extended—the invitation—was directed toward him.
"Just to add a little sense of ritual, try going in with an expression of anticipation and surprise."
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She wasn't lying.
As an observer, Ling, who was also confused, was finally able to offer a little help at this moment.
She definitely wanted a sense of ritual.
Do modern-day Rise and Rise artists also have this kind of thinking?
Jiang Cheng, who simply viewed it as a ritual, naturally accepted the outstretched hand without hesitation.
Those were fingertips so soft they seemed almost boneless, delicate and exquisite, the touch feeling like caressing the finest silk...
Is this really Cecilia's style?
The person who allowed his forearm to live a third life in vain.
My mind wandered to things I didn't even understand, and I had a feeling that I was tainted by something terrifying that could shatter this world.
Ah... of course, such a thing is just a bunch of nonsense and wishful thinking. How could it possibly exist?
Jiang Cheng suppressed his strange and peculiar feelings, which were difficult to describe, with all sorts of thoughts.
And so, guided by Mistelin's tender and loving touch, they moved forward step by step, stepping into the door that seemed to have become somewhat cozy during the renovation.
"Da-da-da-!"
What will the room be decorated with? What kind of things will be placed there? This is where Mistelin will temporarily live.
Things that can be perceived simply by opening one's eyes and taking a casual look are now met with only this response.
--have no idea.
"Don't be so nervous."
—A girl's words of comfort only tug at the heartstrings even higher.
Is he nervous because he's about to have hands, or is he simply nervous about entering another girl's room again?
I just can't figure it out.
So they are simply forward-moving individuals.
"Zi..."
Just as my heartbeat seemed to be rising to its absolute limit, a very strange smell also entered my nostrils.
It's like a mixture of photinia flowers and some strange stuff; just smelling it seems to have the effect of polluting even the brain.
Was it because I was too nervous that my sense of smell was impaired?
No.
After taking a deep sniff twice more, Jiang Cheng was absolutely certain that this was not a mistake. When he opened his eyes and tried to find his way, he saw the semi-transparent liquid in the transparent storage box that he had just walked past on the right. With the powerful vision of a Saint Mark holder, he could see the semi-transparent liquid in the transparent storage box that he was confidently protecting.
I didn't actually see exactly what it looked like or what color it was, but based on that one glance, it seemed to be...
What I picked up that day.
It must be an illusion...
Jiang Cheng was so shocked by the answer that he rejected it without hesitation.
Even if you're not aware of the dirt, you'd still wash your hands immediately if you found it later, out of politeness. How could you possibly keep it safe like a treasure?
After Jiang Cheng regained his composure, he was pulled along for a few more steps. As Mistelin's pace gradually slowed down, the ceremonial journey finally came to an end. This excessively long and drawn-out segment, which seemed to be deliberately dragging out the time and padding the runtime, would definitely be criticized by everyone in an animated film, had finally come to an end.
As far as the eye can see, there is a mysterious shadow, but from the perspective of the Awakened One, one can sense the presence of something/temperature within the shadow.
Without hesitation, Lingmeng Liu Ba Jiu wwu hao H Lin Shi Ling Wu withdrew her hand.
Even if this seems somewhat ruthless.
So Jiang Cheng immediately followed up with an apology.
"Sorry, I got a little excited."
"It's okay, I can understand why you're so excited."
Mistelin's response was, in a way, unexpectedly comforting—
To express such empathy in a rational manner is practically like making outrageous jokes in front of Kennedy... It's downright monstrous.
really?
I barely managed to control myself and not say anything offensive.
Jiang Cheng forced himself to pretend that he believed her, using the same skill he had used to put on an act in front of Mei.