Chapter 772: Focus

The galaxy outside the window flowed slowly, starlight poured in through the Observation Window, painting a long Light Band on the carpet at their feet.

After an unknown amount of time, Heimu's fingers finally loosened from System Miss's back.

Then her arms also loosened.

Finally, she stepped back two steps and plopped heavily into the sofa.

She bent over, hands covering her face, fingers sinking into her gray-white long hair, the brim lowered further, hiding her face completely.

Her fingers trembled.

Her shoulders trembled.

Her entire upper body trembled.

Tremble tremble tremble tremble!!!

The knuckles of her hands pressed against her face turned bone-white from overexertion, the black-silk-wrapped knees clenched tightly, and the heels left two deep depressions in the carpet.

Those chaotic images and words in her mind continued to bombard her frenetically.

Lewd and violent, wet and sticky, sliding from XiaDie's ear to the hollow of her collarbone, from Bo Lü Qian Ya's tearful eyes to her soaked hem, from Xi Lian's tongue pressing on her black-silk to the small dark water-stain on the black-silk surface.

Every frame was repeatedly played deep in her consciousness by some force, every detail magnified, slowed, and highlighted.

If she relaxed just a little, just a bit, with her power near that of an Envoy, with her special ability to corrode concepts, modify data, and re-encode reality, what could she do?

She could turn the entire carriage into a private, isolated realm that no one could intrude upon.

She could rearrange the data of anyone who appeared before her, making them forget everything that happened afterward.

Her fingers needed only a light swipe to do it, and then.

Heimu buried her face even deeper.

Her nails dug into her palms, carving several deep crimson crescent marks.

Ah!!!

Focus.

Gather all attention onto the suppression.

Press all those chaotic thoughts back.

Press them one by one, frame by frame, into the isolation zone deep in consciousness meant for sealing anomalous data, then Lock the door and place twelve seals.

Fortunately, only she and System Miss were in the carriage.

If a second person appeared now, Heimu would nip that thought in the bud, not daring to think further.

System Miss stood beside the sofa, lowering her head to look at her own body.

The black-purple doll's body was covered in fine cracks, with several joints oozing out thin strands of purple light dust.

The shoulder joint slightly deformed, and the synthetic material at the spine on her back was pressed into several shallow indentations.

She straightened her twisted shoulder with a click, then moved her wrist joint, testing her range of motion.

Eighty-seven percent of her joints still functioned normally.

Enough.

This body can be replaced at any time; the extent of damage doesn't matter.

She logged the current damage in the backend log, then called up the search panel, raising the priority of the process to clear lingering effects of entries to the highest.

The air in the carriage grew quiet again.

So quiet that System Miss could hear every suppressed breath leaking from the gaps between Heimu's fingers over her face.

So when that faint spatial fluctuation, belonging to none of the above sound sources, sounded in the center of the Observation Carriage, System Miss detected it immediately.

A soft, pale pink light gate was slowly forming in the center of the carriage.

The edge of the light gate flowed with faint blue light particles, gently spinning in the air like wind-scattered dandelion fluff.

After the light gate expanded to the height of a person, a slender arm in a purple short coat stepped out, followed by pink short hair, pointed ears, and blue diamond-shaped pupils.

Xi Lian stood before the light gate, hands wringing the hem of her clothes, her delicate small face full of guilt and tension.

Her pink short hair was a bit messy, as if she had been tugging at it in front of the mirror before leaving, unable to fix it.

Her shoulder-baring purple short coat was slightly askew, and the bow of the pink grosgrain ribbon at the back was looser than usual.

Her gaze swept the carriage, first landing on System Miss standing motionless beside the sofa, staring at her with a blank expression—huh, System Miss looked a bit odd.

But Xi Lian's attention lingered on that question for less than a second.

Her gaze swept past System Miss to the gray-white figure on the sofa covering her face, and her blue diamond pupils instantly flooded with deep self-reproach.

"Lady!"

Xi Lian hurried a few steps forward, then suddenly stopped, both hands gripping the edge of her skirt, "I—I came to apologize to you. I really didn't know what I was doing before. Those words, those actions, and that, that fantasy of pressing you onto the mat—I——"

Her face flushed to her ears, her pink short hair flinging from side to side as she shook her head violently, "I don't know why I acted like that! But I'm truly sorry! You must think I'm disgusting, I've thrown away all your trust and expectations——"

She couldn't go on, burying her face in her hands, shoulders trembling slightly, "You've been so kind to me—helping me get online, relieving my boredom, even visiting me—yet I treated you with that fantasy, even with my tongue, I'm truly sorry, Lady, please don't hate me……"

The more she spoke, the lower her head went, the pink crown nearly burying into her chest, her pointed ears peeking from between her hairs, red enough to drip blood.

Xi Lian furtively lifted an eyelid through her lashes to gauge Heimu's reaction; the lady still sat motionless on the sofa, face covered, emitting a cold, heavy aura, heavier than when she first entered.

Sure enough, she was still angry.

Little Xi Lian's heart sank sharply, guilt and panic swelling together in her chest.

She instinctively stepped back half a step, then forced herself to stand firm, her hands clasped, nails digging into her palms.

Heimu's hands slowly lowered from her face.

Her ten fingers slipped from her gray-white hair, the knuckles still bearing the deep red crescent marks from being pinched.

She lifted her head, her expressionless face showing no ripple, her dark-purple eyes calmly gazing at Xi Lian standing a few steps away.

The highlight was gone from her eyes, leaving only two deep, bottomless dark-purple pools.

She looked at Xi Lian's face, then at those blue diamond eyes glistening with tears, then at the lips still trembling slightly.

Lip color is a very light cherry blossom pink; the lower lip is slightly thicker than the upper lip, and because she just bit it, the lip surface is a little moist, glimmering with an extremely fine watery sheen in the warm yellow light of the carriage.

Then moving down, the neckline of the off‑shoulder purple short jacket, opened slightly from her lowered head, reveals the lace trim of the white spaghetti‑strap dress underneath and the skin below, white to the point of glowing.

The neckline of the spaghetti‑strap dress is not low, but Heimu's gaze lingers there.

Further down.

Her chest, beneath the soft fabric of the spaghetti‑strap dress, shows a gentle, natural curve, rising and falling slightly with her nervous breathing.

Further down.

Her slender waist is cinched by a pink silk ribbon tied at the waist, the ribbon's bow tied exquisitely, and below the bow the skirt's hem is embroidered with tiny pink floral vines.

Oh ho~