We Will Meet Again

In this world, who could get close to Kafka—or dared to?

No one!

Then in this world, who dared to kiss Kafka?

Even less so!

So Kafka was completely experiencing this for the first time!

Stelle maintained an extremely close distance from Kafka. With just a light kiss, her lips barely brushed the woman's earlobe before quickly pulling away.

Yet the sensation it brought lingered for a long time.

Kafka had not expected Stelle to launch such an offensive.

The air they breathed was permeated with the sweet-and-tart fruity scent of Bubble Oranges that continuously flowed with Stelle's breaths.

The distance between them really was a little too close.

Kafka's hand naturally fell onto Stelle's thigh, her palm landing precisely in the gap between her legs.

Having been kissed, Kafka showed no trace of awkwardness whatsoever.

By the same logic, when Stelle felt the warmth of the other woman's palm against the center of her thighs, she felt no embarrassment at being teased either.

Their contest remained evenly matched.

Neither could make the other blush or lose her composure.

At this time, Kafka had yet to realize that one day, she would lose Stelle.

She would personally awaken Stelle at the space station, watching the amnesiac girl open her eyes in confusion and gaze at her with the innocent look of a newborn fawn.

At that time, Kafka wondered what kind of personality the amnesiac Stelle would have.

Would she still be as sadistic as she had been when she was a Stellaron Hunter, or would she become a shy little girl who covered her face in embarrassment?

However, none of it could be verified.

Because at that time, Stelle would be following Elio's script and becoming a member of the Star Rail—a Nameless.

She would no longer be a Stellaron Hunter.

And that meant Kafka would lose her.

But for now, neither of them had any idea what the future held.

Given their personalities, even if they knew separation would eventually come, they probably would not dwell on it too much.

After all, making the most of the present was what mattered most.

Amid the misty steam, Kafka stretched out and relaxed completely into Stelle's embrace.

She was a little tired, so she would just sleep for a little while.

Stelle felt Kafka's body gradually soften until she was fully nestled in her arms. Lowering her head, she saw Kafka's peaceful sleeping face as she drifted into dreams.

This mission had really taken a lot out of her.

Kafka, you worked hard.

Stelle murmured soundlessly, holding Kafka as they soaked in the hot spring a little longer.

They could not stay in too long, so Stelle eventually lifted Kafka into her arms, rose from the pool, and carried her toward the room.

At times like this, her boyfriend-like dependability was surprisingly high.

Kafka had fallen asleep without any guard up at all. That was quite a show of trust in Stelle.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself already lying on the bed.

Ah, had she slept that long?

Kafka had thought she had merely dozed off for ten minutes.

She looked around, then suddenly felt a heavy weight around her waist.

Stelle behind her seemed to be sleeping deeply as well, one hand resting on Kafka's waist.

Kafka gently squeezed Stelle's fingertips.

Sharing a bed and pillow—how nice.

She maintained her position on her side, afraid that turning over would wake Stelle.

Just then, Kafka suddenly realized something.

Normally, after soaking in a hot spring, there would be the process of getting out, taking off one's swimsuit, and bathing.

So now that the two of them had already finished soaking in the hot spring...

Images suddenly surfaced in Kafka's mind of how Stelle had carried her out of the pool, taken off her swimsuit, and carried her into the bathtub.

How should she put it?

If Firefly had been in her place, her cheeks would have long since turned bright red, and her gaze would be darting away, too afraid to look at Stelle.

But Kafka felt nothing of the sort.

The woman merely stretched lazily, then touched the pajamas Star had personally changed her into.

She had only two thoughts.

—She really had been exhausted. She had slept so deeply that she hadn't woken up at all, whether while being changed or bathed.

—Star had worked hard, carrying her around and taking care of everything.

Feeling Star's steady breathing, Kafka looked out the window and realized that night was about to fall completely.

What a perfect time to sleep.

Amid the even breathing of the person beside her pillow, Kafka closed her eyes.

She would doze a little longer.

What a heart-stirring memory.

Xianzhou Luofu.

Kafka and Blade stood atop the roof of a property like two peerless thieves. Having just watched Star leave the Chang'le Region, they couldn't help but recall the past.

Only now did they awaken from those memories.

Recalling how that little girl had teased him earlier, Blade actually blushed a little for once.

Though one wouldn't notice it without looking closely.

In fact, even if one looked closely, it was still hard to tell.

Kafka, meanwhile, was completely immersed in her past with Star.

Only what was forever lost, and what was hardest to obtain, was the best.

Back when they saw each other day and night, she had never realized how precious it was. It wasn't until they had reached this point—one a Stellaron Hunter, the other a Nameless, their paths and factions fundamentally at odds—that most of the time, Kafka could only look at Star from afar.

Only then did she understand how incomparably precious those memories had been.

But Kafka knew that, according to Elio's script, she and Star would definitely meet again.

And Star would definitely regain her memories someday.

Kafka looked forward to that day.

We will meet again in the end.

Having understood this, Kafka no longer lingered in the past. She even found herself looking forward to the future.

Watching Star's figure completely disappear into the Chang'le Region, and Jing Yuan and Yanqing enter the Cloud Knight Headquarters as well, Blade gave a cold snort and looked at Kafka beside him.

"It's over. Let's go back."

"Yes, let's go, Blade."

They had come to the Luofu this time for a mission. They had only happened to run into the Trailblazer.

That was why they had so rarely reminisced about the past.

It was time to leave.

Kafka cast one final glance in the direction Star had gone.

The two figures quietly vanished, as though they had never appeared at all.

The Chang'le Region remained as bustling as ever.

Elsewhere.

The Trailblazer had finally finished winning Jing Yuan over and was now walking alone toward Starcruiser Sea.

"I wonder what Dan Heng is doing. I wasted so much time at the Cloud Knight Headquarters; Dan Heng and Fu Xuan must have already picked up all the specialties by now. Hmm, maybe they've even bought the Hot Floating Goat Milk already."

As she muttered to herself, Star spotted a familiar dark green figure at the docks from afar.

It was Dan Heng, who had moved all the specialties back to the Express. He was now holding several cups of Hot Floating Goat Milk, quietly waiting for the Trailblazer to come find him.

"Dan Heng, you haven't been waiting long, have you?"

Smiling brightly, Star took a cup of Hot Floating Goat Milk and began drinking it.

Dan Heng merely shook his head.

This was what she liked most about Dan Heng. He didn't meddle, and he didn't talk too much. On the way here, she had been wondering how she ought to explain what she and Jing Yuan had done.

But after thinking it over carefully, given Dan Heng's personality, he probably wouldn't ask at all.

And just as Star had expected, he didn't.