"Ahem!" Stelle coughed hard twice.
"Well, I actually really like you. I fell for you at first sight back at the Space Station." Stelle pressed a hand to her chest and said with deep feeling, "Unfortunately, I was mute then, so I couldn't express my love. Now, I thought that if I didn't say it, I might never get another chance. If heaven could give me one more chance, I would say..."
Dan Heng glanced at Stelle and interrupted:
"Are you making this up on the spot? This isn't the time for jokes."
"All right." Stelle nodded helplessly and told March 7th, "Actually, he only said two words to you: thank you. I thought that was way too dismissive and downright awful, so I polished it up a little for him."
Dan Heng's face twitched. You call that polishing it up a little?
"Just... thank you?" March 7th murmured, looking crestfallen.
"Ahem." Stelle coughed awkwardly twice.
In her mind, she frantically complained to Chu Mu:
"I told you this wouldn't work!"
Chu Mu fell silent.
He hadn't spent much time with March 7th, only interacting with her briefly aboard the Express.
His impression of March 7th was that she was lively, cheerful, and carefree.
But that was only the face she put on for others.
She had lost her memories. She didn't know where she had come from or where she should go. She knew nothing of her past, and merely because she looked like a young girl, she had learned to play the part of a girl brimming with youthful energy.
After all, that was how someone her age ought to act: favoring pink and liking cute things.
Happy and carefree, without a worry in the world.
She seemed to have fully settled into that identity.
But deep down,