"Do you want to ask me what exactly happened back then?" The colors in Shuang Yue's eyes were beautiful.
Like mine, her pupils did not quite seem human. They were like glazed crystal that held its own radiance, especially when she stared at someone else—brilliant as a blue-backed sky.
"Of course I want to hear the story. Who doesn't?" I lifted the red spirit melon juice that looked like watermelon juice and took a small, sweet sip, the lingering taste endless.
"But it depends on whether you want to tell it. Um... perhaps you shouldn't. It doesn't feel like a beautiful story. Recalling it again would make you very sad."
Shuang Yue looked at me. "You're still as kind as ever."
"Uh..." I nearly bit my little cat tongue.
Kind?
What did those two words have to do with me?
This was not the first time I had heard a similar assessment.
It always felt as though the me I knew and the me other people knew were not the same person at all.
How could one person receive two entirely different evaluations?
Shuang Yue closed her eyes slightly, sensing the location of the menu. She used her spiritual sense to order a few more pastries. "It isn't a very complicated story. It happened so long ago, after all. No matter how fierce the storms were, I can face them calmly now. You must have heard that I was born into a very ancient family, right?"
When I nodded, she continued.
"In the ancient era, when the human race still lived in tribes, the predecessor of my family already existed. The tribes of that time mostly had single-character names. The predecessor of my family—the tribe back then—had a resounding name: Pupil. Every member of the tribe was born with Naturally