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That only mentioned a typical plot.
That was something that was not actually done by the person standing in front of me, something that was not actually experienced by the person standing in front of me—a certain impulse became increasingly unbearable.
"Don't worry, those people from the past are not you. Having memories doesn't mean you have to confuse yourself with them. At least right now, the thoughts, the will, and everything about you living here come from yourself, not from someone else's memories. You are you, the second-generation Misterin, with a unique personality. You are not the Misterin of the past who copied you and worried that the Honkai energy you emitted might harm others. I don't know if such a thing has ever happened to you since birth, but for me—"
For the first time ever, Jiang Cheng felt an urge to say something, and unusually, he looked directly into those eyes that he would normally be afraid of, that would normally be confused.
"You did nothing wrong."
Word by word.
The sentences are clear.
"Yes...really?"
It's difficult to describe the posture reflected on the screen.
It's unclear whether the problem lies with the girl herself, the pixel quality, or the video itself.
At this moment, the expression on his face was like that of someone who had never known what it meant to be moved, someone who had never experienced anger being provoked, and someone who had seen an apple for the first time taking a bite and experiencing its refreshing taste and cool, crisp texture.
Jiang Cheng didn't care about the specifics anymore; he just kept pressing his chest to himself.
“Destiny is very meaningful and important to me, and it can help me solve many problems, so I shouldn’t be anxious about gains and losses.”
"You haven't been in this world for very long, so even if the person from the past had the same name as you, they weren't you."
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Even if you can see more, see everything, see the transcription and birth process called rational form that cannot be described by humans, can you clearly distinguish which one is me from the self that you would find disgusting from an ordinary perspective, and can you say so firmly that I am me?
These are words that should be meaningless.
It should have been something like a declaration from a passionate protagonist.
Useless, pleasant to listen to
Only this is correct.
Only someone who knows nothing can say these things so casually. Someone who has never seen or knows about the relevant events is even less likely to know how heavy these words are. In such a situation, what is said is just a joke, just a playful remark, just a few weightless words.
But Jiang Cheng was different. As a prophet, how could Jiang Cheng, who possessed those eyes, not know or have seen it?
This is absolutely no child's play.
He has seen it.
Yes.
He has seen it.
Those eyes said so.
The pair of eyes that were staring at her at this very moment were meeting her gaze for the first time without reservation or trembling, observing her from all angles through the thirty-six different screens—even so, for the first time, Yu Tu had the urge to only look through the virtual screen in front of her, to make a proper eye contact through just one screen, and to turn off all the other auxiliary screens around her.
All you need to do is make eye contact.
With those cherry-colored pupils, as delicate as a spring petal.
With such unwavering resolve, it seemed that even the strongest spring winds could not flutter their pupils.
With those pupils that are clearly engraved with countless information and countless thoughts, and give all of oneself without reservation through the window of the soul, suppressing everything even if one knows everything, and able to trample over everything else even if one knows everything, leaving only the words "belief" and "acceptance" without reservation.
Ahhh...
Is this a cherry blossom?
I have clearly seen cherry blossoms fall in my memory, and I have countless images of cherry blossoms that can appear before my eyes with just a thought.
But Mistelin felt as if she had seen cherry blossoms for the first time in her life, and finally witnessed the dance of cherry blossoms for the first time—in those eyes that resembled falling cherry blossoms, in that place that was actually nothing special, but in the soul, the heart, and the incomprehensible places, everything was screaming wildly, proving that even the most delicate petal in her memory could not compare to those eyes.
"The cherry blossoms are indeed very beautiful."
"Not pictures, not videos, but seeing it with my own eyes."
As if she had thought of countless things in an instant, and understood things rather than knowledge—Mistelin smiled like a young girl, as if she had seen something beautiful.
"what happened?"
At this point, it was the boy who was at a loss.
"Nothing, I just suddenly thought... oh... no,"
The girl shook her head slightly and changed her words, nodding her head slowly and deliberately, "It was just that I suddenly saw cherry blossoms, after all, you know I exist."
Is that right?
Is it possible for one's ideal form to be beyond control?
The boy, who had a puzzled expression, nodded gently—trying his best to keep all his questions to himself.
do not know why.
I don't know if it's my imagination.
Mistelin's expression at this moment... seems a little too human.
The smile that was once somewhat distorted, like an imitation, now inexplicably feels closer to something that comes from the heart.
"Yes, it is……"
With the girl nodding earnestly once again, Jiang Cheng could only nod along vaguely.
So, it's because we know something else that we can't guess anymore...
Because you can see part of it, but not the whole thing.
Do not……
It should be very comprehensive.
Mistelin shook her head slightly as she added in her mind.
If the information is incomplete, he won't suspect anything. If it weren't for the fact that he's the one refuting me here, he would probably believe what he sees.
Predictions like that are really amazing.
Such a solemn oath can be made so easily—even though we've only met a few times before, a single sentence can be completely believed from the bottom of one's heart. This is because everything can be based on what Jiang Cheng already knows. At this point, even a single sentence can be very valuable, even more useful than the information and memories one has accumulated.
My innermost thoughts have been completely seen through...
He was given such a serious promise and affirmation.
Well……
When will we finally be able to see through Jiang Cheng's heart?
Jiangcheng, the most ordinary, mediocre, incompetent, weak, and unremarkable person.
Yes, even just watching from the sidelines is fine; I certainly enjoy the unexpected surprises.
The voice of the personality that should have been spoken later, but actually possessed from this moment on, echoed in my ears.
But...
He really wants to get involved himself.
Me,
He really is a greedy guy.
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"So if possible, I hope that Miss Mei and Miss Sakura can prepare what they can prepare. Perhaps it's out of personal consideration, but I still hope that the succession ceremony of the Bishop of Destiny can be done as perfectly as possible."
The girl's smiling face revealed nothing but an excessively human-like joy.
Is it because of Cecilia's memories, or is it that she herself is looking forward to seeing something better?
As always, watching others achieve success step by step always brings me a special sense of comfort.
It doesn't matter which one it is anyway.
It can't just be for the two of them.
"I will talk to them."
"Anyway, thank you, I'll come find you soon."
Faced with Jiang Cheng's affirmation, for the first time, Mistelin couldn't distinguish between politeness and sincerity as she nodded.
"I will wait no matter how long it takes."
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Even after the screen was turned off, Jiang Cheng's image seemed to remain imprinted on his retina, unforgettable.
Unable to observe through other screens, she seemed to want to just close her eyes and savor all of Jiang Cheng's words.
Her expressions, movements, demeanor, and the cherry blossoms that belonged to her—Mistelin's first encounter with them.
Just reminiscing about it makes my body tremble instinctively.
If I see Jiangcheng again, I'll definitely be devastated.
In fact, even a knowledgeable young girl doesn't know what will happen after it breaks. It's just a simple reminder from her heart, a reminder that comes from her heart, from her instincts, and from her soul.
The only thing that's certain is that it's probably not the scenario Jiang Cheng wanted to see.
Therefore, one must endure, therefore one cannot open other screens, therefore one cannot use a comprehensive perspective to observe Jiangcheng.
It feels like such a waste to not be able to use that painstakingly designed 36-sided screen to watch... Just thinking about it makes me feel like it's such a waste.
What is Jiangcheng doing now?
Where will you go?
Will you go find Mei and the others right away?
What will they say?
Will Mei and the others agree?
No... Whether Mei and the others agree or not is not the key point, it's irrelevant. The important thing is what kind of expression Jiang Cheng will show?
I can't understand the countless doubts that have arisen in my heart at this moment, and where does the refreshing feeling that accompanies each doubt come from, as if being blown by the wind on a hot summer day, and at the same time witnessing the romantic and brilliant flowers dancing in the sky that should not exist?
I don't know, and I don't want to think about it or explore it. For the first time, I want to remain ignorant about something.
Mistelin simply sat there, turned off all the screens, placed her hands on her lower abdomen beside her thighs, and closed her eyes in waiting.
They didn't do anything.
This is just a waste of time.
There were no important plans for the Stigmata project, nor any other tasks assigned by the Gray Serpent; they simply stayed there—
Too complex and too rich, in contrast to the brevity of her birth, she did not know what the heart was, she was simply a girl whose mind was swollen from being bombarded by countless memories, not having seen it with her own eyes, truly and wholeheartedly waiting with anticipation.
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"That's it, anyway."
Jiang Cheng, having found Mei and Sakura, briefly recounted his previous conversation with Misterin.
"She did indeed create your right hand..."
"Yes."
Raiden Mei's attention was focused on the very beginning, her eyes flickering with thought. After receiving Jiang Cheng's affirmative nod, she completely disregarded the rest of the conversation, nodding without hesitation and offering unprecedentedly tolerant support.
"Since you believe so much that Mistelin is inhuman, lacks realism, and is absolutely incapable of being with anyone, then you can go find her alone."
"Really?" Jiang Cheng hesitated.