In a pitch-black void where she couldn’t tell if it was a dream or an illusion, Xiaoxi could barely maintain her consciousness.
Her thoughts were chaotic and weak.
Xiaoxi could only barely make out a soft, cool white-gold light amidst the darkness in front of her.
‘Was that… her Awakening weapon?’
The tiny, faint starlight flickered on and off, as if trying to attract her or convey some information, but unfortunately, Xiaoxi couldn’t understand it.
Then the starlight flickered faster, seeming to carry a hint of urgency. Xiaoxi subconsciously reached out toward that light, and then…
Then Xiaoxi woke up. Above her was an unfamiliar ceiling, the air carried a faint fragrance, and her ears caught the continuous, monotonous beeping sound.
Her head had a slight, needle-like pain.
She only remembered that a second ago she was acting out a shoving scene with Wange Yue, and then the next second her consciousness cut off.
Then… she seemed to have dreamed of something?
But her mind was hazy and she couldn’t remember anything.
‘Wait, why did I suddenly pass out? It can’t be that Wange Yue actually elbowed me unconscious for real! What about the Church scene? And Xinglan, how is she?’
Above her head, Xiaoxi struggled to prop herself up, and immediately someone helped her lean against the pillow.
“You’re awake? How do you feel? Is there anywhere that feels off?”
“It’s nothing…”
Only when she spoke did Xiaoxi realize her voice was unusually hoarse.
She subconsciously took the water handed to her, and then realized that the person sitting by the bed accompanying her was the Astrologer.
Moreover, this place didn’t seem to be the Association’s medical division.
The slightly spacious ward only had her bed, clean and bright windows, looking like a private hospital’s single room.
“Don’t worry. The Church matter is over. You’ve worked hard during this time. Now just rest well. The Association will handle the rest.”
The Astrologer’s tone was gentle, and she casually reached out her hand.
Xiaoxi: “…”
Xiaoxi admitted that she and the Astrologer had dealt with each other for a long time, and there was some trust between them.
Moreover, she had just helped the Association solve a big problem, so it was normal for the Astrologer to be nice to her…
‘But what do you mean by continuously patting my head?!’
The Astrologer’s hand brushed over Xiaoxi’s head again and again, gently.
Xiaoxi maintained her drinking posture, not daring to move.
She wondered if it was her imagination, but right now the Astrologer seemed to be radiating a kind of maternal love!
“It’s just that your plan was too reckless. Honestly, that personality of yours must have been inherited from your biological mother.”
“Mm, mm…”
Whether it was because her brain was still hazy from just waking up or not, Xiaoxi didn’t know how to respond to the Astrologer.
Just then, a polite knock came from outside the door, and a young nurse walked in.
“Excuse me, is the family member of Room 3 here? This bill needs your review and signature.”
“Mm, give it to me.”
The Astrologer naturally took the bill. Xiaoxi blinked.
‘Since when did the Astrologer become her family member?’
“Alright, let me see… Ms. Su Yuening, right? Thank you for your trouble.”
With a “pfft,” Xiaoxi, who was drinking water, sprayed it all out, followed by violent coughing. The Astrologer quickly patted Xiaoxi’s back.
“Look at you, child. Don’t drink so quickly.”
Xiaoxi: “???”
‘Wait, what? What did the nurse just call the Astrologer? She heard something like… maybe… that’s her mom’s name? And there’s such a coincidence of same name? Haha?’
But soon, Xiaoxi realized she was overthinking it.
After the cognitive obstruction magic on the Astrologer was dispelled, the face revealed was one she knew all too well.
“M-Mom?!”
Su Yuening spoke with her usual smiling expression: “What, you don’t want me to accompany you? Or would you rather open your eyes and see Xinglan?”
“No, you, I, you…”
Xiaoxi’s brain short-circuited instantly.
‘What kind of script is this? Reborn as my mother is a Six Seats big shot?’
If not for the real stinging pain in her head, she would have thought she was still dreaming.
It wasn’t that Xiaoxi couldn’t accept reality; it was mainly that she had never thought the Astrologer and her dear mom could be connected!
Over the years, in her impression, her mom had always been a standard housewife—very beautiful, gentle in personality, but terrifying when angry.
Now telling her that Su Yuening was actually a high-ranking member of the Association, one of the Six Seats…
This was like suddenly discovering one day that your girlfriend was actually the Blood Moon Witch—it was terrifying!
“It doesn’t feel good when someone close to you has a hidden identity that they’ve been keeping from you, right?” Su Yuening smiled. “Now you can understand how your sister and Xinglan felt, right?”
Xiaoxi was still immersed in shock until she heard the word “Xinglan” and snapped out of it.
“By the way, where’s Xinglan? Is she okay?”
“Ehh—it seems our little Xi is really worried about her girlfriend. Don’t worry, Xinglan is fine. She just isn’t ready to face you yet. She’s sitting outside the hospital right now.”
At that moment, in the hospital’s back garden, Ye Xinglan was sitting blankly on a bench, feeling the breeze brush against her cheeks.
During the Tower of Commandments incident, there were too many things and surprises.
She had only swallowed the fact that Xiaoxi was the Eternal Star whole like a gulp, and only now did she have time to properly digest it.
Ye Xinglan couldn’t even say whether she could accept it.
If way back in Summersea City when they first met, she had discovered that Xiaoxi was the Eternal Star, she probably would have chopped Xiaoxi into mincemeat for revenge without hesitation, right?
But now, whenever she thought of Xiaoxi being the Eternal Star, memories of the time they spent together involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
This made Ye Xinglan completely unable to face Xiaoxi, so she could only sit outside to calm down.
“Do you mind if I sit next to you for a bit?”
Before Ye Xinglan could answer the sudden approach, a slender woman had already sat down beside her.
Ye Xinglan stared blankly at the newcomer.
The woman wore a long trench coat, carried a pure black guitar case on her back, and held a bouquet of flowers in her hand.
Although Ye Xinglan’s mind was heavy, she couldn’t help but take a few extra glances at the woman.
There was no other reason—just that for some reason, she felt the woman looked vaguely familiar.
The newcomer had an heroic appearance: white hair, blue eyes, a simple short ponytail tied at the back of her head, and a pair of sunglasses clipped to the collar of her coat.
The whole person gave off a cool and handsome vibe.
Ye Xinglan blinked.
‘How strange. She didn’t remember knowing anyone this cool. But why did this person give her such a familiar feeling?’