In the space that had grown bright and warm with the shift in her state of mind, the comfort and relief of their embrace flowed gently between them. Only after a long while did the Original Host, Lu Xiaoxiao, gradually calm down. She drew back slightly from Lu Xiaoxiao's arms and wiped the lingering moisture from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand. Though tear tracks still marked her face, her eyes were much clearer.
She looked at the Lu Xiaoxiao before her, the soul who had occupied her body yet unexpectedly helped her untangle her deepest emotional knot. Her heart was full of gratitude, but she also remembered something important-something she had promised long ago, only to keep putting it off until now.
She took a deep breath, as though making up her mind. Her gaze turned serious, with a trace of barely perceptible apprehension.
"Um... I promised you before that I'd tell you something very important." The Original Host's voice was still a little hoarse, but her tone was solemn. "It's about... why you've noticed some... strange things about the Lu family."
At that, Lu Xiaoxiao's expression grew serious too, and she nodded. She knew this was probably at the heart of the truth behind her transmigration into the novel.
She had indeed always felt that the Lu family were sometimes far too in sync, almost as if they could see the future. Lu Jiaoyue, in particular, could often respond precisely to thoughts she hadn't yet spoken aloud. It was downright bizarre.
The Original Host pressed her lips together, her hands unconsciously twisting together in obvious nervousness. Avoiding Lu Xiaoxiao's searching gaze, she lowered her head and began explaining a little too quickly, as though reciting a memorized passage:
"Actually... ever since you came