Body Rush, Divine Kingdom Reenacted, Backstab.

Su Muxi reaching this answer was hardly surprising.

After all, she had experienced two resets alongside the other party. Thinking of this first was the normal reaction.

In other words, Hua, who had shared all of the other party's memories, must have made the same guess.

The girl stroked the boy's head. The despondent, gloomy atmosphere had eased somewhat after his arrival. Like a kitten, she rubbed herself into Su Qing'an's embrace, her nose brushing against his thin white robes. She could faintly smell the fresh scents of sea salt, lemon, and sage.

The Highness's long lashes drooped. Starlight seemed to flicker in her dark eyes. Ignoring the wrinkles forming in the golden-patterned ceremonial robes on her body, she wrapped both arms around his waist, her fingertips resting against his back and touching that definite warmth. Hearing his clear breathing, she lifted her lips into a complicated smile.

"It's been a long time, Little Su."

Though he was merely a shell without a complete mind, to Su Muxi, who had been sealed away for seven hundred years, his arrival was already an indescribable consolation.

Pure-white blossoms bloomed in Su Qing'an's eyes. The consciousness and sense of self remaining in this body were irreversibly flowing back into the main body, leaving him unable to speak clearly as he had back then.

But perhaps the person in his arms was too familiar, and had become too strange.

The boy's remaining consciousness thus sensed the earth-shaking changes brought by the passage of time.

The carefree girl from before had become despondent and gloomy. Even her smiles were fleeting, lacking their proper warmth, like a transparent and fragile puppet from which the soul and self had been drawn.

This was not the ending he wanted, nor the future he had foreseen.

The blossoms in