The Queen
"Who's that?" Chen Si was utterly bewildered. Does that person look exactly like me?
Looking at the dispirited group, Historia summoned her courage and stepped forward.
"Chen Si!" Historia's gaze was resolute as she slowly approached him.
Chen Si's train of thought was abruptly interrupted.
A beauty, a real beauty. Just a little short. A blonde, blue-eyed beauty like her couldn't have anything to do with me, could she? Looking at Historia's golden hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, Chen Si was instantly awestruck.
"All this time, I never knew what I was living for. I couldn't find a reason to keep living. I kept trying to find meaning in my existence, but I never found it-not until last year's training in the snowy mountains. You saved me. To this day, I still remember how you risked your life to save me.
"When you were at your weakest, I thought you had died. I thought I'd only just found my reason to live, only to lose it again. When you were at your weakest, you said something. You said, 'If someone can't change something before they die, wouldn't that be a terrible shame?'
"You were the first person who told me to hold my head high and be Historia, not Christa. No matter what you become, or whether you've lost your memories, you will always be the most important person in my life. From today onward, I'm going to be myself. I want you to know! I, Historia, have done it!"
Historia spoke with conviction, her gaze unwavering and her hand pressed to her chest.
Chen Si stared at the girl before him in profound shock. As her heartfelt words reached him, his heart trembled for her. He hadn't heard a single word that meant "I love you,"