Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
Zhan Yue
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 491: Red
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1461- Tian Bing
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 442 - No One Has Ever Dared To Fool Me
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1077: The Decisive Battle (4)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1460.5- Lonely Intercepting Kill (4)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 740.1: There Aren't a Lot of Truths in This World That Ought to Be - Part 1
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3882: The Second Medicinal Garden
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 77.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1460- Lonely Intercepting Kill (3)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 382: Identity
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 490: Three Choices
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1076: The Decisive Battle (3)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1459- Lonely Intercepting Kill (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 441 - Antares Isn't All-Knowing
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 739: The Confused Daoist, the Mad Scholar
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 77.1
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 489: Please Call Me Doctor Gao!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1458- Lonely Intercepting Kill (1)
“I’ll be back after returning home for Lunar New Year. Are you still going to stay with him and…” Zhuang Yu’s voice gradually lowered, and I could not hear her anymore. The two chatted in a lowered voice with occasional giggles from Tan Jiao.
“Aren’t you going home for Lunar New Year?” Zhuang Yu asked Tan Jiao.
Tan Jiao shook her head with a smile and did not say anything. I understood what was on her mind. She was not even sure if she would experience or remember the period around Lunar New Year.
After Zhuang Yu left, we walked back toward the inn together. I could sense that she was somewhat sad because of her friend, but I had no idea how to comfort her. We would pass by several villagers, and most of them would eye us.
“Where do you think that crossover will occur?”
I shrugged.
“Will it be at the bottom of the lake?”
“Maybe.” I nodded.
“Could it be related to Wu Miao’s case?” she asked after a brief pause.
I did not answer her.
“After the point of crossover… maybe the two of us will return to our normal lives, and this chaos will finally come to an end.”
“Yeah.” I let out a gentle smile.
“Will you forget about me after that?” she asked with her head lowered.
Her tone was calm, and her voice was soft; it was unlike her usual free-spirited carefree attitude. Yet, I recall that this was already her second time asking me this.
“I told you, I won’t forget you.”
“How would you know?”
“I know.”
“You won’t forget me no matter what?” she asked once more.
After a brief pause, I said, “No matter what.”
I did not look up or look at her eyes. However, I heard some movement from behind me. It turned out she had reached out to a branch to grab some snow. She did not seem to be doing it for a specific reason but merely playing with it in her hand before throwing it away.
It was evening and the sun with its mellow rays covered the white snow. I looked quietly from the side as she played with the snow, and it seemed her mood was better now.
I looked at her fair, elegant fingers that had some snow on them. “Does it still hurt? The spot you got scalded.”
“That was nothing.” She responded with the brightest smile. “It felt fine a long time ago. Hey, why don’t we make a snowman? Never know when we’ll get a chance again.”
Feeling somewhat relaxed and not wanting to spoil the mood, I thought, Sure. I lit up a cigarette and saw that her hands were red from the cold. “Stand aside. I’ll make a snowman.”
“What? No.” Pursing her lips, she squatted down and started using her hands to pack the snow. I let out a chuckle when I saw her insistence, and she looked back at me with the most innocent look.
And so the two of us began to work on the snowman together. Even though our hands were cold, we did not care.
“Ah Yu?” A familiar voice came from behind us, which shocked us both.
And on this snowy day, Chen Ruying stood behind us in a white down jacket, a red scarf, and even a mask. Her eyes, which were filled with shock, excitement, and even a hint of affection, looked at me. Soon after that, she turned her gaze toward Tan Jiao and looked puzzled.
I held onto Tan Jiao’s hand and slowly got up.
At this moment, I understood that Cheng Ruying had forgotten about what had happened to the ship and did not recognize Tan Jiao.
It seemed that they still had no memory of what had happened on the ship in this timeline.