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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Main Story Chapter 4-5 : 爱德华之旅 The Journey of Edward Translation

“Now, I wonder… When have I ever said that?”

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I returned to Warson with the notebook and circled all the important information about shoemaking before modifying my design draft accordingly.

MC: Pity that I couldn’t find the shoes that granny used to make, else I would’ve disassembled them for better understanding.

Li Man’man: (Y/n), I'm heading to the showroom to find some shoe references. Want to tag along?

Oh right, I may not be able to disassemble the shoes there, but observing the real thing up close is second to none.

MC: Sure.

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With notebooks and cameras in hand, we headed straight to the 36th floor. The showroom was a place that I’d only seen once from afar on the day that I’d successfully entered Warson. 

Li Man’man: I'll be going to the one in front, but we can head back together later.

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Pushing the doors open, we saw glass display cases filled with classic works from major brands. Tops, dresses, shoes… Everything was neatly organized and arranged according to their respective categories.

MC: Isn’t that the feather heel over there a limited product!? There’s only one pair of it in existence!

MC: Promise’s runway’s crystal shoes! And the latest spring/summer Mirror collection!

Excited to see these designs that I’d only ever seen in magazines and the internet, I quickly took out my camera and notebook, earnestly snapping pictures of the works and penning down the details.

It was at this moment that a click sounded as a girl that I didn’t recognize walked in.

Her eyes slightly widened upon seeing me, but her expression soon leveled into an icy one. Chin raised, and she walked right up to me.

Figuring that she was also here to see the exhibited products, I moved aside to make way for her. However, she was staring at the notebook in my hand.

??: Did you draw this?

MC: Yeah.

??: I'm Jiang Lai, a designer from Team B.

MC: Nice to meet you, I'm (Y/n).

Jiang Lai: I know. You're the 2nd runner-up for the Warson Prize. Gao Cheng came in 2nd.

Jiang Lai: And the winner was named… Wu? 

MC: Her name's Wu Yue.

I don’t know why she was bringing up the Warson Prize now, of all things, but I still corrected her with a frown.

Jiang Lai: Yes, I’ve heard that the development for her personal brand’s not going well, but I suppose that’s normal.

Jiang Lai: Given how the standards of the winners of this year’s Warson Prize aren’t really all that, I mean.

MC: !?

Jiang Lai: I’ve seen all of the works that got submitted for the finals. What Wu Yue and Gao Cheng made was totally unoriginal.

Jiang Lai: And you… That black chiffon hat of yours is ridiculous. That thing had absolutely no design sense to it,

Jiang Lai: Had I not missed the registration date, I would have won the Warson Prize.

▷Choice (SUN): Question her intentions

MC: What are you trying to say? Jiang Lai: I challenge you to a competition. Are you game? Jiang Lai: Why don’t we compete with each other to make black chiffon hats? I’ll say this first, but I’ll definitely come out on top. She looked at me with a haughty smile. MC: We could. But what are the rules? And who are the judges? She pauses, seemingly at a loss for words for a while. MC: Did you not think this through before proposing it…? Jiang Lai: Who said I didn’t? I’ve thought it all out! We’ll invite Deputy Director Mya and Director Qi to be our judges! MC: Sorry, but they were the ones who decided on the results of the finals. Therefore, that means that they’ve acknowledged our design standards. MC: So it looks like there’s no longer any need for us to compete with each other. If you’re not convinced, feel free to look for Director Qi to voice your grievances.

▷Choice (MOON): Defend your pride

MC: Ever heard of a saying? Jiang Lai: What? MC: A person who only thinks about the “what ifs” will never succeed. Jiang Lai: …You-! Jiang Lai’s eyes widened in anger, but I'd only glared back at her with twice as much venom. Thankfully, she turned away just as I was starting to feel the strain on my eyes. She blinked in disbelief and gave a small snort. Jiang Lai: You’re all bark and no bite. Why not compete with me? Only if you have the guts, of course. Jiang Lai: Why don’t we compete with each other to make black chiffon hats? I’ll say this first, but I’ll definitely come out on top. Are you game? MC: I won't compete with you. Jiang Lai: I knew you wouldn't have the guts to- MC: Not because I'm afraid to, but because there's no need to. MC: If I win, you will think it is a fluke because I've worked on this subject before MC: Likewise, if I lose, it will only serve to make you hoot even louder. Hence, there's no merit in competing with you because there is nothing to gain either way. MC: In any case, they were the ones who decided on the results of the finals. Therefore, that means that they’ve acknowledged our design standards. MC: If you’re not convinced, feel free to look for Director Qi to voice your grievances.

Jiang Lai’s expression twisted. She stomped her feet in anger and looked as if she was about to cry.

MC: If you are really that adamant about competing with me, then perhaps you should do well to prepare for this shoe-designing competition.

That kept her mouth shut until I finished collecting the materials I needed and pushed open the door to leave.

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Closing the door, I breathed a sigh of relief.

MC: That’s the last kind of person I want to deal with… Thank god no one’s here. It’d be embarrassing if someone overheard me bragging like that.

??: Unfortunately for you, I've overheard everything.

MC: !

I whipped around to see Sariel leaning against the wall with his arms folded. His golden eyes were firmly fixated on me.

MC: Director Qi! What are you doing here?

Sariel: This is the Design Center. What do you think?

He had a look on his face that said “What sort of stupid question are you asking?”

MC: …

MC: You didn't hear much, did you?

Sariel: Of course.

MC: Thank god for that.

Sariel: But I did hear you say that I've acknowledged your design standards.

MC: …!

Sariel: Now, I wonder… When have I ever said that?

Sariel: Care to remind me?

MC: Uh, what I actually meant to say was that… you have a keen eye, foresight, and insight!

Sariel: …Unbelievable.

Sorry, man. I knew that I was exaggerating, but I just wanted her to give up on the idea of a competition as soon as possible.

I was just about to explain myself a little more when I noticed that he was staring at the design draft I'd made on the notebook I was holding.

Sariel: Is this your design draft?

MC: No, no, no! This one's not a proper draft! It's something I just randomly sketched!

I quickly hid the notebook behind my back, shaking my head at having been caught red-handed.

MC: I lack experience designing shoes, but I'll work hard…

Sariel frowned ever so slightly, but the blank look in his eyes seemed to have softened just a little.

Sariel: You don't look particularly inclined to learn.

Sariel: Or, have you already forgotten about your mentor who was just announced this morning?

MC: You mean… I can just ask you directly about it?

I lowered my voice and carefully observed his expression.

Sariel: I will be in my office every day from noon till 2 PM unless there's an emergency.

I quickly nodded, fearing that he'd go back on his words a second later.

MC: Thank you, Director Qi! I’ll be sure to work hard on learning how to make shoes!

Sariel snorted and turned away.

Sariel: It’s not that I want to teach you. It’s just that Warson’s systems cannot be changed.

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Main Story Chapter 4-3 : 爱德华之旅 The Journey of Edward Translation

“Him… Of course, how could I ever forget him?”

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Making use of my lunch break, I headed back to Grandma’s store. I recall that she had penned down quite several useful shoe-making tips in one of her notebooks somewhere.

The afternoon breeze drifts in, lifting the sheer curtains in its wake and bathing the room with a warm ambiance.

MC: Found it!

I sat on the floorboards, gleefully ready to flip open the thick leather-bound book when I heard an exclamation from behind.

??: Why, if it isn't the lass from next door!

I turned my head to see a sprightly old woman standing in front of the open door. She leaned onto her cane, beaming straight at me.

MC: Granny Zheng?

I stood up, unable to believe my eyes when my memories finally caught up to reality.

??: Oh! You still remember me!

MC: It really is you!

This unexpected reunion made me run towards her, enveloping her in a hug, just like how I did when I was little.

MC: Didn't you move overseas?

She used to live next door when I was little, but Grandma always invited her over for dinner with us because she was all alone as her kids had all gone abroad.

In the end, her son returned to help her move overseas too, and I recalled being upset about it for a period of time.

Granny Zheng: People always return to their roots when they get old. After thinking about it, I still ended up coming back here. This is where I feel the most comfortable.

Granny Zheng: You've become much prettier in the years you've been gone, lass.

MC: And I've missed you so much!

Granny Zheng: And where's the young lad that used to follow you around? I bet he's grown into a remarkable fella now.

MC: Who?

Granny Zheng: The little chubby boy that lived next door to you. You guys went to school together and were always attached at the waist.

Granny Zheng: Although, his family moved away in the end. And quite suddenly too… I think his name was called Jesse? Jesse Xia? 

MC: Jesse…

This name, long buried in the depths of my memories, made me pause. Him… Of course, how could I ever forget him?

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Jesse: We'll be friends forever. Whoever breaks this promise will have to swallow a thousand needles.

If they hadn't moved away… perhaps we'd still be friends now.

But the apartment next door had remained empty ever since they left… It's been 7 whole years now.

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MC: We… lost contact with each other.

Granny Zheng: That's unfortunate. You two were so close… I remember seeing the boy cry his heart out with his face full of snot on the day they moved.

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Jesse: I'm not crying! Who's crying!? You're seeing things! Stop looking at me or I'll drink all your soda!

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Suddenly, I could hear a voice in my  mind — vibrant, vivid, life-like. Almost as if someone was speaking to me across time and space.

Granny Zheng: But I trust that you'll reunite with each other again if it's something you both want, deep down. Just like how we met each other again, see? 

MC: Mmhm!

MC: I'm glad you're back here. I'll make sure to visit you often!

After sending her off, I headed towards the stairs while musing about the curious coincidence I'd just experienced. A small attic sits at the other end of the stairs — an attic that held a lot of my memories from childhood.

I hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open. Dust hit me square in the face.

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This place was still the same as I remembered — neat and cozy, almost as if nothing had changed since the last time I was here as a child.

MC: I remember it being hidden here…

I lay on the ground, reaching my hand out as far as I could until my fingers finally brushed against something hard and cold deep inside the closet. Using my strength, I tugged it towards me and out came an undeniably square biscuit tin.

MC: Bingo.

The edges of the box were already starting to darken with rust, and its originally vibrant red color had already faded into something in between pink and orange.

There was a sticky note pasted on the box with a childish scrawl that said “Do not open. Whoever opens it will have to swallow a thousand needles”, and emphasized with three exclamation marks.

MC: I don't have to swallow a thousand needles if I open something that belongs to myself, right?

The box was filled to the brim with a photo album, stars folded with cellophane, cartoon stickers, celebrity posters, and… a handful of spare change.

I felt my heart palpitate in nervousness as I picked up the photo album.

A small painted face greeted me as I flipped the album open. Little fourteen-year-old me had a blush on both cheeks that resembled a monkey's butt, an A-class pout, and an undeniably sad expression.

Almost as if she'd burst into tears and cry an Atlantic Ocean as soon as the camera moves away.

MC: Not the skeleton in my closet!

I quickly turned the page, but my hand froze mid-air as a familiar face came into view.

The little boy in the photo had a sad look on his face as he stood beside my younger self. He was unbothered by the melting ice cream in his hand, tightly gripping the strap of his school bag.

He had a round face with dazzlingly bright pupils, yet his eyes were brimming with tears, and there was snot on his face.

Meanwhile, my younger self stood slightly away from him with both hands on my hips, pointedly looking away from him and refusing to meet his gaze.

Gently turning the yellowing photo over, I saw a line scrawled on the back.

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Jesse: “I'll treat you to ice cream, (Y/n). So don't be mad anymore, alright?”

The childish and rounded scrawl was signed off with a name — Tangyuan

MC: Tangyuan…

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I remember giving him this nickname the first time we met.

Back then, I'd wielded a broom, angrily fending off the biggest bully at the time in defense of the little boy to the side, who resembled a glutinous rice ball.

Younger MC: Hey, stop crying. Didn't I already help you chase him away?

Jesse: *Sniffle*… Mm, thank you… *sniff*

And that was how I made my first friend ever, despite how he was two years younger than me, and practically cried at every little thing.

We'd go home together every day after school, and whoever managed to scrounge up enough savings would buy the other an orange soda on the way home.

Younger MC: I challenge you! Let's see who can finish this drink the fastest!

Jesse: Huh? But didn't you just tell me that we have to savor it properly?

Younger MC: Don't know, don't care! The loser will have to buy bubblegum for the winner! Three, two, one, go!

Jesse: Ah, wait a minute!

The sound of fizzy soda, a forehead covered with a sheen of sweat, and Tangyuan, ever so round, beside me… My best Summer memory.

Until the third year of middle school.

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My heart was akin to a stone from years past, skipping across the surface of a lake. And every ripple that broke the surface invoked a sense of nostalgia.

Breaking out of my reverie, I carefully put the photo away.

Will we meet again, just like what Granny Zheng said?

No one answered my unspoken question, but I could feel a pleasant draft of wind gently surrounding me.

❖☆————— ⊹ For Light & Night⊹ —————★❖

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