Chapter 95: San Yue Qi

Seeing San Yue's completely bewildered expression, Chang Ye Yue couldn't help but feel a hint of amusement.

(When Black Curtain Lady assigned her to approach San Yue Qi, she had indeed rehearsed several reactions, but San Yue's pure, almost transparent confusion was still more interesting than she had imagined.)

She did not show the emotion on her face; instead, she stepped forward and extended her hand again.

This time, her movement was even gentler, and even more irresistible.

One hand regrasped San Yue Qi's slightly trembling hand, while the other gently lifted to support San Yue's cheek.

Her fingertips carried a faint coolness, yet strangely did not make one feel cold.

"Good,"

Chang Ye Yue's voice deepened, carrying an almost hypnotic magic; her deep crimson eyes were like two vortices, tightly drawing in San Yue Qi's slightly panicked, deer-like blue eyes, "Close your eyes... feel it."

San Yue Qi seemed truly enchanted; under the dual guidance of that gaze and voice, her long lashes trembled as she obediently closed her eyes.

Deprived of sight, her other senses became unusually sharp.

She could feel the faint cool body heat emanating from Chang Ye Yue's palm, and could smell a faint fragrance on the other that, unlike anyone on the train, was like night orchid in a secluded valley.

Then, a more wondrous "feeling" emerged.

It was not a concrete image or sound, but a… pulsation?

A resonance originating from a deeper layer of life.

It was as if two strings that once shared the same source, after long separation, were gently plucked at this moment, emitting a harmonious low hum.

It was a sensation San Yue Qi had never experienced, as if it touched the very foundation of her existence—a novel feeling, warm yet unfamiliar, causing an inexplicable sourness and… reassurance to rise in her heart.

"How is it?"

Chang Ye Yue's voice, like a whisper, sounded in the darkness of her closed eyes, "Did you... feel it?"

"... Hmm."

San Yue Qi almost silently replied, having indeed felt it.

That shared feeling, though faint, was undeniably real.

At that moment, the hand that had supported her cheek and held hers, like a gentle breeze, lightly let go.

Having lost that guiding contact, San Yue Qi stood dazed in place, still eyes closed, as if still savoring that brief yet profound connection.

Her face bore a dumb, foolish expression, and with her slightly parting lips, she looked especially innocent.

Instinctively she opened her eyes and saw Chang Ye Yue lazily perched back on the high stool beside the bar, as if the close contact moments ago had never occurred.

The other's crimson eyes held a hint of satisfaction, quietly watching her.

And San Yue Qi remained rooted, dumb and clueless, as if her soul still drifted in that peculiar resonant experience, unable to fully return to her body.

Chang Ye Yue found her demeanor extremely amusing, like a freshly scooped jellyfish still bewildered about its situation.

She waved again, signaling San Yue Qi to come over.

This time, San Yue Qi hesitated not at all; her feet seemed no longer under her control, like a puppet pulled by invisible strings, she walked mechanically step by step, then obediently sat on the stool beside Chang Ye Yue.

Only when her bottom touched the cold seat did she suddenly jolt, as if her spirit returned, fully regaining her senses.

She turned her head, looking at the nearby Chang Ye Yue, whose face was so similar yet so different from her own, still bearing an incredulous expression, her voice weak, as if fearing to disturb something, she asked again:

"You... are you really my sister?"

Upon hearing that, Chang Ye Yue's face showed a perfectly timed helplessness, as if chiding her sister for a poor memory.

"That's right~"

She elongated her tone, her gaze very "gentle" as she stared at San Yue Qi, even with a hint of indulgence, "Did you... not 'prove' it just now?"

San Yue Qi recalled the odd resonance, her cheeks slightly flushed, whispering in defense, "No... it's not... just..."

She lowered her head, her hands unconsciously twisting the hem of her nightgown, her heart filled with huge turmoil.

That sense of familiarity couldn't be feigned, but...

"Then... then who am I?"

She finally voiced the ultimate question that had been buried since she awoke, yet remained unanswered.

She was found in a block of ice, salvaged by the Star Dome Train, and after thawing lost all memory, even the name "San Yue Qi" was merely borrowed from the date she was rescued.

How could someone whose own past doesn't exist suddenly have a sister out of thin air?

Chang Ye Yue looked at San Yue Qi's eyes full of bewilderment and searching, smiled, the smile carrying an ineffable depth.

She didn't answer the philosophical question directly, but said in a relaxed yet firm tone:

"You are San Yue Qi."

"..."

San Yue Qi looked bewildered, her brain glitching again, "Isn't... I'm San Yue Qi?"

She felt as if she were tangled in a tongue twister.

Chang Ye Yue's smile deepened, as if playing a fun game: "Aren't you San Yue Qi?"

"I am San Yue Qi... but, but my name... this... is it?"

San Yue Qi felt her logic on the verge of collapse.

A name is the anchor of identity; then who is "I"?

Chang Ye Yue naturally saw the core of San Yue Qi's question and the deep-seated unease.

She was originally ordered to make contact, not to fully uncover every mystery.

At this moment, she simply wanted to tease this cute "little sister".

Thus, she said in an indisputable tone:

"Your name is San Yue Qi."

"... What a coincidence? I really am called San Yue Qi?"

San Yue Qi's eyes widened, feeling this coincidence was even more absurd than Star God rolling dice.

Chang Ye Yue nods vigorously, points a finger at herself, then at San Yue Qi, in a light tone: "See, don't I also go by Chang Ye Yue? San Yue Qi, Chang Ye Yue… See, how fitting? They're all dates, they match."

"Is… is it?"

San Yue Qi's face is stunned, feeling the logic seems off somewhere, yet it also seems a bit reasonable?

(After all, the universe is vast; anything can happen?)

"Right, definitely right."

Chang Ye Yue nods forcefully, her crimson eyes flashing with determined light, as if proclaiming a universal truth.

After hearing Chang Ye Yue's explanation about names—seeming somewhat reasonable yet always feeling a little off—San Yue Qi's bewilderment does not completely fade, but instead a deeper curiosity about the "past" wells up.

The woman before her who claims to be her sister seems like a suddenly opened window to the world of her lost Memory; they are eager to look through that window and discern the scenery beyond.

"Then… then you,"

San Yue Qi leans forward, voice tinged with cautious hope, "Do you know what I used to do? For example, was I a photographer? An adventurer? Or… also a warrior who enjoys practicing the sword?"

She tries to hear from the other some vocabulary that could outline her former image.

Chang Ye Yue's crimson eyes flicker briefly, then she shakes her head, her tone carrying a hint of helpless indifference: "I don't know. Regarding the specific details of the 'past,' I'm a blank as well."