Bitterness welled up in Yu Xunge's heart. [Crown of Flowers Murder] and [Variation Quicksand] fell limply to the ground, as though a rain of flowers had fallen over the black desert.
"You altered the memories here not to cover up a mistake-because you never believed you were wrong-and not to play dumb. You were worried Qihua wouldn't dare come.
"You hoped that by altering and sealing your own memories this way, Qihua might one day come to see you, to see this 'innocent,' 'ignorant' version of you.
"And those reasons, all that about us invading Tingzhou while Qihua was away, about Qihua having said not to start a war in her absence-that was her way of placing all the blame on herself within the memories you altered."
If invading Tingzhou was right, then naturally, every factor that prevented an invasion of Tingzhou was wrong.
That was what Qihua thought. She believed everything was her fault.
She was the one who had shown Youwo the stories of other timelines. She was the one who had entrusted Midsummer's affairs to Youwo. She had trusted Youwo too much...
Yet she could not say anything, because Youwo herself had been part of that sacrifice...
So Qihua had buried Youwo with her own hands, but never came to visit her.
"She tried to let you make up for your regrets. She placed all the blame on herself."
But Youwo had never had any regrets.
Deception or control? Who had begun this feast of suffering?
Had Qihua found the answer to that question?
Qihua, who excelled most at deception and control, had been deceived by Youwo at the crucial moment, and the latter had even manipulated and changed the course of her life...
This was not the ending Qihua had wanted. It was the ending Youwo