"It seemed that you and the others had been through so much with 'me'..."
"Though we truly spent very little time together, this little woman could not help but feel something strange in her heart."
Tingyun looked at the two of them, her heart filled with both joy and sorrow.
"Though I said, 'May I ask for your esteemed names,' I could not help thinking that this first meeting was perhaps a reunion after a long separation for all of you."
"I have heard most of the story of your journey on the Xianzhou. I must say, Huanlong's disguise was exquisite indeed—like another me in this world, deceiving everyone."
"Yes." March 7th nodded lightly.
"At the time, we did not even know when Miss Tingyun had been replaced by Huanlong."
"We thought it happened when Kafka showed up. Miss Tingyun disappeared for a while, and when she reappeared, she had been swapped out."
Tingyun smiled and shook her head. "But the truth was much earlier than that."
"Whenever I think of it, I feel somewhat lonely, as though a part of my life was stolen away, while I was excluded from it entirely."
She looked at March 7th and Yan Huan before her and spoke from the heart:
"Actually, this is what confuses me as well."
"I never saw for myself how Huanlong took on the appearance of 'Tingyun.'"
"According to the two of you, what did Tingyun of that time look like?"
Yan Huan rubbed his chin and pondered.
"She should have looked exactly like you."
"After all, Huanlong's essence is a Suiyang. She can read everything about her host..."
"Then in your eyes, was this little woman truly no different from the person in your memories?" Tingyun asked again.
"Wait..." March 7th hurriedly interrupted.
"Isn't that a really