To the eternal you

Thunder fell outside the house, and Mother Ying also said that there were some things to do, and then walked into the portal with piercing eyes.

The original pattering rain became more and more heavy, and occasionally there was the sound of thunder. For some reason, Qi felt a certain anxiety, as if some urgently needed things were forgotten by him.

She took a collection of books and came to the top of the high pavilion, looking at the keep and Inazuma Castle covered by the rain.

Although there was some uneasiness in her heart, the girl who promised her mother not to go out could only stay here obediently.

The book in his hand is called "The Tale of Genji".

In the author's fantasy, Inazuma in another world is told. In the heyday of the Heian era, the life experience and love story of the protagonist Genji, while implementing the realistic "truth" aesthetic thought, also created the Inazuma-style "things". Sad" aesthetics.

The so-called sorrow of things, in simple terms, means that after the beauty reaches the extreme, it returns to plain or dies.

Qi doesn't like this, she wants to see a story that everyone can laugh out loud, but...it is undeniable that this is a very good work.

Especially for the shaping of the characters, she was also quite surprised, and she could even find some comparisons.

Characters like Barnacle Nakamiya, Obscure Moonlight Night, and Akashi Nuyu always make her feel unexpectedly familiar.

However, in the chapters she read recently, the woman named Huasanli also made her feel distressed. Perhaps because of this rain scene disturbed her mind, the girl opened the book and found that description.

"Cuckoos also love fragrant trees, and they come together in orange blossoms."

The orange blossoms are compared to the flowers, and Yan Yuanshi came here for the flowers.

In Huasan, there is no appearance, no outstanding talent, no noble background, and no heirs for Genji, so the sense of existence is very weak.

Therefore, only by being humble and respectful in life can we barely retain a trace of a lover's love.

However, Genji didn't have much love for Huasanli, but more care and pity.

"It's not beautiful to see such a decline that no one knows about..."

The angry girl closed the book.

"You said so."

A cold and leisurely female voice came from the side, Qi followed the reputation, and when he saw the masked witch, he subconsciously said: "Hua Sanli?"

"Please bear with me, I'm fine."

The woman under the cat face mask is wearing a light-colored priestess costume, and her figure looks extraordinarily ethereal.

"No, no, who are you?"

"Me? I'm just Huasanli, a forgotten witch."

Qi can feel that the other party did not lie, on the contrary, his sincere and humble attitude made the girl recall certain scenes in bits and pieces. She stroked her head in a little distress and looked at her.

"We...are friends, right?"

"That's right, with your thoughtful and careful care, I am destined to be your friend."

"Is it really true... I have formed bonds with many people in the past."

"Are you troubled by memory?"

The girl and Hua Sanli stood a little closer, and turned to look at the lower tower of the castle tower, looking extremely depressed.

"Yeah... It's like my time is divided in half, and the other me has experienced a lot, but finally disappeared like a bubble."

"I don't like that... Everything I have now is created by another me, but I accept her [inheritance] with peace of mind."

Hua Sanli turned her head, her face covered by the mask seemed to be looking at the girl.

"Then, are you going to try to get it back?"

"Recover the treasures left behind by the prayers of the past."

"But... Mom won't let me go outside the castle."

"It doesn't matter, there are still many traces left by you here, I can guide you to turn the stagnant time again."

The atmosphere seemed a little dull, Qi turned his head and looked directly at Huasanli, feeling something in his heart.

"It's just that before looking, I also want to tell you that not everything was good in the past, and there are also many sad things in it."

"Even so, do you want to get it back?"

Whether it is a human or a demon, the composition of its consciousness and personality is closely related to memory.

In other words, memory can also affect the makeup of personality today.

"...Please help me, Huasanli."

After a brief hesitation, the girl showed determination.

Since she has endured the beauty, she should also bear the sorrow. What is her responsibility, what should she do, and why did she lose her memory, which led to the break between the past and the present? She wanted to know.

"I promise you, then—" From the flower bag, I took out the cherry petals hidden under the sleeves, and the crystal clear appearance was more like some kind of crystallization than petals. "Please take this and you should be able to remember something."

The girl held out both hands, ready to take it, but Huasanli stopped abruptly, and the female voice under the mask seemed a little hoarse.

"Aren't you worried that I'm hurting you...?"

"Even, this may be a poison mixed with a curse. If you drink it, you will only usher in death."

"No, I believe in Huasanli."

The girl stretched out her hand to hold the other party, her slender hand was icy cold, proving the other party's identity.

"When I think of Huasanli, a voice keeps telling me that Huasanli...is very reliable, but also very lonely."

"And...I can feel it, we're similar..."

After taking the cherry blossom crystal, the faint cherry blossom fragments gradually floated up, illuminating the faces of the two of them, and Huasanli fell silent at this moment.

"Then, please accept it, no matter what the future holds, Hua Sanli will always follow you..."

The girl drank the Sakura Crystal, and the original broken memory did not recover, but saw another memory.

That was...a short but beautiful memory of the Demon God named Zhen Zhen.

In the warm afterglow of the evening, everything seems to be dyed with a faint light, the emerald green lawn exudes a pleasant fragrance, and the quaint cherry trees not far away are in full bloom.

Sitting on the ground holding a paper umbrella engraved with Ukiyo-e, Zhen has a gentle and virtuous temperament.

"Shadow, are you crying?"

The dull warrior, under the breeze blowing, stretched out his hand to take the cherry petals, tears slipped down his delicate chin without knowing when.

"Huh...did I cry...that's weird."

She looked blankly at the cherry petals, and another tear fell on her palm, moistening the petals.

Zhen stood up from the ground, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped her sister's cheeks, seeing her helpless look, she was even more affectionate.

"You are too impatient. No matter how much you worry about the future, you should not give up now."

"The scenery of the floating world remains the same for hundreds of thousands of years, but the existence of human beings is like white dew and bubbles."

Shadow dropped the cherry petals, and his eyes became strong and stubborn again.

"Everything will come to naught, so in order to face future crises, you must be prepared."

"However, if you pick up the best moment of the present and stop here, don't you also give up creating the future you dream of?"

Zhen put the handkerchief in his arms, looking at the cherry petals falling to the ground, feeling something in his heart.

"Right now, we may all feel that this moment must be the most beautiful time, whether it's Hosai Palace, Chiyo, or Sasaiuri will all think so."

"But because of this, everyone knows that maybe one day this beauty will be broken, but what will happen after that?"

"Whether our relationship will change, and whether our bond with each other will become deeper, that must be something that only we in the future will know. Although the beautiful dream will eventually wake up, we are not also working for that vision. Shall we go forward?"

"At that time, we would definitely sit here and enjoy the cherry blossoms again, but that was a completely different state of mind from now."

Under Ying's slightly confused gaze, Zhen smiled softly and rubbed her head.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, how about burying a letter here?"

"Call, To Eternal You."