Outside the window, light snow fluttered down, and the plum blossoms on the branches blood one after another, with a touch of red and pink, adorned with white snowflakes, looking very adorable.
In the hospital room, the blue-haired girl sat at the head of the bed, taking a bite of an apple in her hand, while the TV above broadcasted the day's news.
"Jack the Ripper, a mber of the Ascetic Sect, is still at large. Residents are urged to imdiately report any suspicious individuals to the nearby Tuning Institute. The fugitive is extrely dangerous; do not attempt to engage with the fugitive alone."
"The incident on Vacation Island remains unresolved. All one hundred and twenty-seven family mbers who traveled with the Dream of the Ocean cruise to the island perished in the Siren event orchestrated by the Pole Star Association. The academy has yet to give a direct response to this matter."
"Withered Flower and the Lindong family have jointly pressured the academy, demanding the restructuring of Starry Gallery and the re-election of a new principal. The academy declined, citing the need to focus on the grand artistic mission during the Starry Competition. The association agreed with the academy's position and endorsed it, noting that during the competition, people's spiritual vibrations were relatively..."
"Hey, hey, Xin, look who's here!"
Outside the hospital room, a girl peeked in with a cute face, her hands behind her back, tiptoeing quietly inside. After placing a fruit basket next to the bed, Amy silently pulled over a chair and sat at the bedside.
Tang Xin was used to the other's antics, only glancing at Amy, and took out a small drawing board to write: "Hasn't Ever given you anything to do these past few days?"
Amy paused; in fact, she was almost overwheld with work. With just a month left until New Year's, the family mbers were eager to dress her up spectacularly for the New Year's Eve party. Ever's work schedule was packed from today until next month, and as Ever's assistant, Amy naturally had a lot of troubleso tasks to handle.
In fact, she sneaked out using an excuse.
Speaking of which, ever since Xin woke up, she watched the news every day, Amy thought, casually taking out the small curtain and waving it in front of Tang Xin.
"Look, Xin, here's the curtain you wanted. I brought it to you."
Tang Xin was slightly startled, a change appeared on her quiet face as she quickly grabbed the curtain from Amy's hand. At her insistence, Amy had sent the damaged curtain back to Jiulong ssage, keeping the original chip storage for an iterative upgrade, and it was just delivered today.
Tang Xin opened the curtain, a few photos popped out, and upon seeing these group photos, she finally sighed in relief, holding the curtain to her chest with a serene smile appearing on her lips.
Amy glanced at those group photos, her mouth twitching, wanting to ask why that forgetful You had such magic power, having disappeared for over half a month, yet still lingered in Xin's thoughts.
"Perhaps she's already sowhere in Nest City, living a carefree life by now. Who knows, Xin, she might have already forgotten you."
Tang Xin shook her head, writing on the small drawing board: "She will co back for ."
"What if she doesn't co back?" Amy said casually.
The Dawn Society had nearly restored the scene at the ti, almost confirming that "Dark Gold Rose" was Xu Xiaoyou. At the last minute, she used so ans to temporarily erupt and critically injured the Siren King, then fell into a coma before being taken away by the Abyssal White Flower that arrived in ti; this was their unique core technology—the Ti-Space Regression Protocol.
They hadn't made this discovery public. Whether it was the association or the blue-haired girl in front of her, Amy was instructed to keep it strictly confidential. Considering Tang Xin's ticulous mind, Amy felt Tang Xin had already guessed sothing.
Thin and alone on the hospital bed, Tang Xin smiled and wrote on the small drawing board: "Then I won't care about her. I will beco strong and fly towards my own dreams."
Amy nodded, reaching out to rub Tang Xin's face and running her hand through the girl's ssy long hair. Since returning from the island, her long hair had grown rapidly, nearly covering the entire bed, with the light blue at the edges transforming into a tranquil deep blue; her eyes no longer youthful, radiant as if gazing into them one would fall into the sea of stars.
"I also brought you this, try it." Amy took out pure white gloves, the sleeves adorned with beautiful lace, perfectly enough to cover the unsightly burn scars on the girl's arms.
"And this and this."
Amy approached, placing a gauzy mask on the small scars on Tang Xin's cheek. The latter was slightly stunned, reaching to touch the mask; it felt like a butterfly, transparent, glowing with enchanting colors under certain angles of light.
It was weightless, about half the size of a palm, worn on her face yet maintaining slight distance from her cheek, not affecting the girl's daily activities.
Tang Xin puffed up her cheeks, raising the small drawing board: "I actually don't mind these, it's okay."
Amy tapped the butterfly wings with her fingertips: "Who wouldn't want to look a bit nicer? Seeing your scars in the mirror inevitably reminds you of the unpleasant past; this looks much better, though Xin has always been beautiful."
Tang Xin did not reject Amy's goodwill. Only after the latter left the hospital room for a long ti did she turn her head, thoughts swirling in her peaceful eyes.
She truly did not mind these things.
If anything, lying broken in the rain, she was deeply captivated by her own reflection, thinking it was the most beautiful, enchanting mont in her life...
...
In the Starry Grand Opera House, this hall that has stood for a century, birthing countless famous chorales, a hundred-mber performance was ongoing. People were imrsed in the grand aria, not everyone there possessed deep musical acun; so were ordinary, attending simply to cultivate their taste.
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