Reality, a museum in an unknown city and province.
When Zhen Xin returned to the rest area, a figure was already waiting by her table.
Upon seeing that figure, Zhen Xin raised her brows in surprise.
"Mingyu, what brings you here?"
Yet those few words made An Mingyu's brows knit slightly, her expression tightening.
"Zhen Yi!?"
Zhen Xin froze, then broke into a radiant smile.
"Sorry, I just met with a group of deceivers and hadn't switched my emotions back yet. That was my fault."
Zhen Xin smiled and sat back down in her chair. Then, ignoring An Mingyu's arrival, she began handling the various affairs of the History School. An Mingyu seemed more accustomed to this mode of interaction. The tension in her heart quietly eased, and she said to Zhen Xin:
"I know I..."
"You don't know!" Zhen Xin glanced at her, interrupting her. "Mingyu, if the person sitting here were no longer the me you know, but another me, would you... still say what you wanted to say today?"
"..."
An Mingyu fell silent again. She knew that she and Zhen Xin ought to have been without barriers between them, but she was still adapting to the process. What she was adapting to was not Zhen Xin's attitude toward her, but the process of dispelling the knot in her own heart.
That knot was extremely complicated: friendship, faith, the pursuit of knowledge, the truth... In short, An Mingyu was working hard to find her true self again. After feeling that this world was just as warm, her progress had begun to accelerate.
"All right, stop looking so grim. If you have time, help me see whether these historical research directions are worth investing manpower in. If you only came here to say something inexplicable... you might as