Multiverse: I Share Five Senses with the World's Top Daughters

No sound.

No sound of struggle.

Only an exceedingly faint gust of wind pressure rushed back out from the woods, carrying a few swept-up fallen leaves and a faint, cool scent like the lingering chill of moonlight baked into bluestone slabs.

A white figure flew out of the forest.

The girl who resembled Columbia was swept along by an invisible force, like a paper doll pulled by strings. Her limbs were slightly spread, and her skirt billowed in the morning breeze like rolling waves.

Jiang Lianqiu stood where he was, one hand still in the pocket of his loungewear, while the other maintained that light gathering gesture.

The white figure stopped in midair three steps away from him.

Suspended there, neither rising nor falling.

Morning light surged over the eastern ridgeline, golden rays falling upon her—long black hair, with deep ginger-red highlights glinting a dark red in the light, and the six-winged hair ornament at the back of her head trembling softly in the wind.

A white gauze blindfold covered the upper half of her face.

White and blue attire, bare feet.

She was exactly like Columbia.

From the tips of her hair to her fingertips, from the folds of her clothes to the mesh pattern of her blindfold, every detail was flawless.

Jiang Lianqiu stared at her for three seconds.

"You're not Columbia."

She tilted her head.

The angle was exactly the same as the real Columbia's—not much of a movement, merely a slight turn of her face, as though she were using her ears to identify a sound.

Then she leaned forward and moved closer to him.

Very quickly.

Like a cat spotting someone familiar, she brought her face straight to within three inches of his.

Jiang Lianqiu did not retreat. He merely lowered his gaze and looked