Lu Xin looked at Ye Xue with some astonishment.
This was the first time since the black particles had appeared in his eyes that he had shown any other expression.
He knew this girl, but she also seemed strangely unfamiliar.
Of course, he still remembered the little girl who had nearly been bullied while singing.
But he was also certain that the little girl who had sung could not have possessed the power to stop him just as he was about to execute the Scarecrow, nor could she have appeared in this plaza carrying that strange spiritual power.
What was even stranger was that she called herself "Number Nine," and the way she looked at him with a smile felt very familiar.
That strange sense of familiarity stirred something deep inside him.
It made him even forget to continue executing the Scarecrow. All his attention was drawn toward the girl.
"You don't remember me?"
"Ye Xue" met Lu Xin's gaze and walked to the middle of the plaza, coming to a stop.
Her face looked young and tender, carrying the innocent cuteness of a little girl.
Tilting her head slightly, she looked at Lu Xin with a grin and said, "I recognized you at first glance. I've even been telling you about the past this whole time—the scenes of us singing and attending classes together at the orphanage when we were little. You've forgotten all that?"
Lu Xin remained silent, but memories suddenly surged into his mind.
He remembered the first time he had seen this girl, when she had held a guitar and sung that song about childhood.
After hearing that melody once, it had kept circling in his mind.
So the familiarity stirred up by that song had actually been real—the familiarity of something he had