There was no concept of up, down, left, or right here—only countless flowing bands of light and floating memory fragments that shimmered like stars.
The air was suffused with a quiet, ancient aura.
This place resembled the Pathway Interstice, a mysterious realm that Pathwalkers occasionally reached when glimpsed by their corresponding Aeon.
"A ship accustomed to drifting has finally sailed into the embrace of an island."
"Pathwalker... we have helped free you from that prison of data..."
"Hurry onward... child of memory... they are waiting for you..."
At the urging, Yan Huan saw the floating points of light in the distance begin to gather, outlining a hazy path.
Following the direction of his intuition, he unexpectedly spotted an incredibly familiar figure at the end of that path of light.
"Hm? March 7th?"
The pink-haired girl stood with her back to him, quietly poised atop a halo as still as a mirror.
She looked up at the flowing bands of memory light overhead, her figure seeming somewhat lonely.
Puzzled, Yan Huan slowly approached.
Hearing his footsteps, the pink-haired girl seemed to wake from a dream. Her body trembled slightly before she turned around.
The moment she saw Yan Huan, a brilliant smile bloomed across her face.
"Ah, you're finally here..." Her voice was brimming with delight as she hurried over.
"It's been such a long, long time since we last met..."
She spread her arms as if intending to give Yan Huan a hug.
"My dear partner, you bastard, I missed you so much!"
In the end, she merely slapped Yan Huan hard on the shoulder, her smile remaining just as radiant.
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"Who the fuck are you?" Hearing her excessive enthusiasm, which even sounded a little deliberate, Yan Huan was not moved in the slightest. Instead, he took half a