Chapter 358

Memory is no different from the deep sea; never gaze at the sea on a starless night.

The crystal chandelier's light spread across the dance floor, turning the ground into a honey-colored lake. Hei Tian'e stepped upon the ripples of light, her purple veil drifting gently with each step, like the final wisp of sunset refusing to fade in the twilight.

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Now we need to list all named entities appearing in these lines for glossary after translation. Must list each unique named entity / coined term: characters (protagonist & minor ones), places, sects/clans/factions/peoples, official & sect ranks/titles, techniques, cultivation realms/pills/treasures, named beasts/items, fan-fiction names.

We need to extract from lines.

Let's go line by line and identify named entities.

【1】 No named entities.

No.

Her voice was like silk soaked in moonlight, very soft.

"Well..." the black swan's fingertip brushed past her own lips, extending a hand to her, "Would you like to dance with me?"

Huangquan fell silent for a moment, then finally extended her hand and lightly placed it on her palm.

empty line? Actually line 【8】 is just 「……」 (ellipsis). No named.

The music varied just right, the violin's melody twining around the toes like sugar threads.

Two slender figures had already formed a perfect composition in the center of the dance floor, the black swan's right hand interlocking fingers with hers, spinning lightly and then parting. She wound around Huangquan like a wisp of purple smoke, her hands snaking upward.

The gloved fingertip brushed over Huangquan's wrist, then her sleeve, pausing subtly at the elbow as if waiting for the music's beat. When her palm finally touched her shoulder, a light tap not only drew Huangquan's gaze back, but also fixed the entire ballroom's attention on their overlapping silhouettes.

No.

"——" (em dash) no.

No.

"Tuo, Tuo'er... don't joke around." Xiao Lin fumbled with her glasses, flustered, "It's not just the dance that makes her look good—her looks and figure are flawless. And look at me..."

Years of office-drone programmer life had all but numbed Xiao Lin; she had never bothered with exercise, her sole hobby being to knock back a few beers after work and discuss maids. Such a dull, ordinary office drone of hers was probably a hundred thousand miles from the glamour of Pinokangni.

Dancing in sexy, beautiful clothes…

No.

... a certain prominent spot was as flat as a plain.

No.

"This can't just be left as is!" Tuo'er buried her face deeper, her big tail bang—bang! against the sofa, she lifted her head, a blush rising on her cheeks, "In my eyes, Xiao Lin is absolutely perfect! Dancing Xiao Lin is nothing less than utterly, utterly, utterly—adorable!"

Xiao Lin smiled with relief: "Thank you, Tuo'er, but——"

"Ah la~" Tuo'er poked Kangna's round, chubby little cheek, "We'll have to wait until Kangna grows..." her finger moved to her own horn, "to reach this height~"

"——".

"But in the night's hunt, 【Patrol】 is far from the only hunter."

The black swan's fingertip suddenly brushed Huangquan's cheek, like a sharp feather, tracing along her jawline—an act of utter intimacy, like two vines entwining in the moonlight. But Huangquan swiftly turned away, putting distance between them again.

The black swan's fingertip suddenly tightened its grip, a deft sliding step pulling Huangquan into its embrace. Purple gauze traced a smooth arc in the air, like a curtain of night falling. As Huangquan lost balance, her lower back settled securely into the crook of the black swan's arm—the gloved black hand pressing firmly against her spine, irresistible.

"At this distance, you're even more captivating than you appear."

The black swan hooked its arm, lifting the leaning-back Huangquan lightly. Their movements unfolded like overlapping wings, rippling with a soft glow under the dance floor lights.

"She too has come for the clockmaker's legacy, no doubt—in this game, everyone will lie."

In the gap between the next turn, the black swan suddenly leaned forward, its fingertip deftly lifting Huangquan's sleeve to reveal her clearly defined wrist. She lowered her head, lips almost brushing Huangquan's skin—

——but it came up empty at the last moment.

Huangquan's wrist slipped free like a swimming fish, fingertips grazing the black swan's jawline. Her expression remained calm, not even a ripple stirring in her eyes.

"——".

Yaya sighed helplessly: "Qi'ana, that's just my isotope. And it's not even my hand."

"That won't do either!" Qianyana paced back and forth in the lounge like a puffed-up cat, "What on earth is this black swan? I've noticed since just now that this woman's hands have been restless from the start, roaming all over Yaya! Are they close? They've barely met!"

"Tsk tsk..." Buluoniya glanced at Qianyana, pursed her lips, and said, "Qianyana, do you know what you look like right now? Like a puffed-up pufferfish? Your cheeks are all puffed out~"

"No way!" Qianyana's face flushed instantly, "I just can't stand this black swan! Zero sense of boundaries—who goes around grabbing someone's hand to kiss them, right? Yaya?"

The purple-haired girl beside her remained silent; Qianyana turned her head to see her still staring fixedly at the two figures in the sky canopy, their motions appearing intimate yet distant.

——Yaya, say something!

"Ah, oh..." Yaya finally reacted, giving a light cough, her ears tinged red: "It… it really lacks boundaries."

"——".

"In this game, everyone will lie, but memory won't."

The chandelier's light still spun, the black swan suddenly realizing its fingertip's force was being countered—Huangquan's palm had at some point turned upward, firmly supporting the black swan's wrist.

The black swan's brow rose slightly, only to be swept into a powerful spin the next second.

No.

Huangquan's right hand had at some point firmly wrapped around her left shoulder—its grip neither light nor heavy, yet carrying an irresistible resolve that abruptly pulled them into a dangerous proximity.

""Gradually entering a wonderful state, isn't it?""