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The [Book of Complete Understanding of Huanyue] formed by Qian Huanyue's Angel, [Seraph of Thousand Blades], possessed absolute understanding of everything about herself.

But when it came to things outside herself, such as things that did not belong to her, it could not understand them clearly.

That was also what troubled her.

There was spirit power within her that she was unfamiliar with. After examining it, she became even more certain that it was clearly not power born from herself.

That spirit power lay quietly dormant within her, utterly incompatible with her own strength, yet unwilling to leave.

She thought it was probably connected to the little girl from that morning—the small, pink-haired figure curled up on her bed, breathing as evenly as a kitten.

She stretched her shoulders and yawned, or perhaps the flowers by the roadside were simply too lush for her not to stop and admire them.

Perhaps the flowers along the road were too luxuriant; her footsteps unconsciously slowed, until she simply came to a stop.

The flowers were blooming brilliantly, clustered together in pink, white, and purple. When the wind blew, it made their petals tremble gently.

Qian Huanyue stood there, looking at that sea of flowers, when she suddenly felt the urge to leave something behind.

Come to think of it, did she actually have interests like this?

She froze for a moment, then laughed at the thought. It seemed she had never seriously taken the initiative to photograph herself before.

If someone were with her, she would probably leave behind many photos.

Qian Huanyue took out her phone and framed herself in the camera, admiring her image with a touch of narcissism. She tilted her face slightly, finding the angle she liked best—make her eyes a little brighter, lift the corners of her