Main Story Chapter 18-11: Among All of Nature (在萬物之中) | Light and Night 光與夜之戀
Chapter 18-09
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With ten minutes to spare before work, I pushed open the office door to find complete darkness. Instinctively, I stepped back and checked the door sign, confirming I was in the right place.
You: Did I miss a memo about a holiday today?
Just as I was about to send a message to the group chat, a trembling hand rose from a nearby desk, followed by a rustling sound.
The hand found the desk lamp switch, and with a click, the lights came on. Li Manman slowly moved her hand back and yawned, covering her mouth. Hao Shuai and Mao Ge raised their heads from between the partitions, their eyes still sleepy.
Mao Ge: I'm so tired...
Li Manman: I'm so tired...
Hao Shuai: I'm so tired...
You: How many all-nighters have you guys pulled?
Li Manman: Not many, just two. Nothing compared to Mao Ge. He not only works an extra hour every day, he practically lives here.
Li Manman: If he can keep this up until the next performance review, I think he might actually become Director Mao.
Mao Ge: I think Hao Shuai is more likely to restore his family business.
Mao Ge: He didn’t realize how many side hustles would suit him until he started looking into it.
As soon as Hao Shuai woke up, he grabbed his phone and started scrolling intently. I heard him muttering about 10 PM deadline for the outsourcing project, 8 PM night class as a temporary teaching assistant, and even 12 AM modeling shoot.
You: No wonder you’re the group’s heartthrob...
I gathered all the cups from their desks and poured a cup of coffee for each of them. The challenges remained, but as ordinary people, all we could do was try our best.
You: Alright, workaholics, let’s have a cup of coffee and get back to it.
Li Manman: I can’t do this anymore. I’m going to focus on work-life balance, and work less overall.
Mao Ge: Y/N, what about you? You’ve been rushing around lately. Did your move go smoothly?
You: It’s a long story, but not entirely smooth. At least I have a place to stay now.
Hao Shuai: What? You’re already done? You said you needed us to help you move!
You: Uh, someone else helped me, so I didn’t need you guys.
Li Manman: Oh~
Mao Ge: Oh!
Hao Shuai: Oh...
It was as if I could see different faces floating in the bubbles above their heads, but in Hao Shuai's bubble, there was a question mark.
Li Manman: Staying up late recently has drained my mental energy. I need to rest and recover.
Mao Ge: You should find a temple to pray for good luck and absorb the essence of heaven and earth.
Mao Ge: There's an obscure one, have you heard of it? Nanchan Temple in the old town.
Mao Ge: It's said to be very small, just one person, one temple, and one statue. It's sometimes open, sometimes closed, but it's especially effective!
Li Manman: Those are not even from the same system. Mao Ge, have you stayed up so late that you're confused?
Mao Ge: Why not? We should gather the strengths of all schools!
My phone vibrated. Mao Ge had already sent the address to the group chat. I took a look; it wasn't too far. There was still time to go after work.
Even when going to pray for blessings, I had to consider the distance. My heart wasn't sincere enough, but it was truly due to the pressures of life. I quickly reflected in my heart, in case I had unintentionally offended some deity.
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In the evening, I followed the directions on my phone and walked deeper into the winding alleyways, the hustle and bustle of the old streets faintly audible all around. No wonder it was an obscure temple; this place was really hard to find.
Come to think of it, I had been to this kind of alley with Sariel before for research. The two of us chased a puppy for our notebooks and then were chased in turn by the vengeful little dog. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh.
You: I haven't seen him for many days. When should I go to his house and bother him?
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Moments later, I reached the destination shown on the navigation. In front of me was a lacquered wooden door with a plaque on the lintel, but nothing was written on it. The door was half-open, and inside, wisps of smoke curled upwards, carrying the scent of burning incense.
I slipped through the doorway. The interior was larger than I had imagined, but there was no one, not even a monk. I walked into the main hall, where the altar held not an incense burner or offerings, but a scroll.
You: What a strange temple. Where do I buy incense...?
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and dust from the ground got into my eyes. A bronze bell somewhere was struck, and amidst the lingering sound, I heard a snap. The cord on the scroll broke, and it unrolled and fell to the floor.
The exposed silk looked quite old, yellowed and fragile, but the roller was new, as if someone had recently remounted it and kept it carefully preserved.
There seemed to be something painted on it, the colors faded and barely discernible. I quickly bent down to pick it up, but the moment I got closer, I froze.
You: This is...!
The painting depicted a young woman with a gentle smile on her face. Even though the colors were faded, the brushstrokes were still vivid. But the problem was, the shape and arrangement of her features were almost identical to mine!
As if possessed, I unrolled the scroll a bit further and was even more surprised, speechless. The face could be said to be just similar, or a common face, but her clothes were also exactly the same as what I was wearing now!
Ancient painting style and brushwork, modern clothing, it was indescribably bizarre. Just then, I heard a soft "puff" behind me.
You: Who's there?!
I nearly jumped out of my skin and turned around to see a white-haired old man standing behind me. He was dressed in a blue-black monk's robe, and a thread-bound book lay on the ground at his feet.
Temple Keeper: It's actually true.
You: True? What's true?
Temple Keeper: This painting has finally found its destined owner.
The monk bent down and picked up the book. I heard a long sigh of relief.
Then, he walked over and gazed at the painting in my hands for a long time. I quickly offered it back to him, but he rolled it up and handed it back to me.
Temple Keeper: It has waited for generations. Since cause and effect have finally aligned, please take it with you.
You: Cause and effect aligned...? What cause, what effect?
Temple Keeper: With my limited abilities, how can I understand cause and effect? I am merely within it.
What did that mean? I was about to ask when he turned and floated away. I chased after him for a few steps, but even though he seemed to be walking slowly, I couldn't catch up.
I passed through the door, and in the blink of an eye, the blue-black figure was nowhere to be seen. I stood in the empty backyard, feeling both confused and a chill down my spine.
Who painted this painting? Why did the person in the painting look like me? Why did the painting appear here? Who was this mysterious monk? For others, these might be unsolved mysteries, but for me...
I composed myself, found a corner to sit down, and opened the scroll again. I gently placed my palm on the portrait and tried to activate my talent.
It was easier than I expected. A blurry image appeared before my eyes. Someone was painting. They wore something on their arm, and every movement made a metallic clinking sound.
Their appearance was familiar, but their face was unclear. I was unwilling to give up and tried hard to see, not noticing the faint sound of tearing silk beneath my hand. The next second, the image vanished, and the silk ripped apart.
The fabric fluttered in the air, and dust filled my vision. My nose was full of smoke, and I couldn't tell if it was real or an illusion. I heard the neighing of a horse and a flash of bright light. Cast iron hooves were right in front of me!
You: !
I instinctively leaned back and fell to the ground. The hooves were raised high, but it was as if something had restrained them, and they didn't come down.
Finally, the hooves landed heavily a step away from me, and all the dust settled with a thud.
In my line of sight was cold, gleaming iron armor. A pair of hands with clearly defined knuckles were tightly gripping the reins, seemingly with great force, causing blue veins to bulge prominently.
Silver-white hair fluttered in the air, golden eyes engraved with two deep beast marks. That familiar, handsome face was stained with blood, dripping down, blending into the crimson cloak on his shoulders.
The man's gaze shifted to my face, cold as the silvery moonlight of a winter crescent moon. That name swirled on the tip of my tongue, unable to be spoken. Was I dreaming?
We stared at each other for a moment, then he seemed to come to his senses first. The murderous aura faded, replaced by a soft confusion in his eyes.
Sariel: You...
You: Sariel!
It was like this, the situation was very strange. I knew I should ask him what was going on, but my instinctive reaction was only --
Sariel looked so handsome dressed like this! Although I didn't know why he was dressed like this, the priority was to take a picture first!
I took out my phone at the fastest speed, opened the camera, and just as the shutter sound clicked, a spear shot straight towards my face.
First hooves, then a spear. As expected, you can dodge the first time, but not the fifteenth. This thought flashed through my mind, then it shut down completely. I stood there, unable to move.
Click --
The raised phone snapped in half, split perfectly down the middle. Shards flew everywhere like rain.
Sariel retracted his spear, his expression indifferent.
Sariel: I told you not to pick up things of unknown origin. They're very dangerous.
You: What danger? This is my phone!
Sariel: Phone?
He said these two words with a strange intonation, like a child learning to speak.
You: Yes, phone. Is your phone broken too?
Sariel: Broken?
You: It's broken, so it's broken. Why did you break my phone? Director, you have to compensate me for a new one.
Sariel: Director?
You: Uh, former director. I didn't know you also played cosplay.
The horse snorted softly. Sariel frowned, as if my words were upsetting him.
Sariel: Don't talk nonsense.
It was rare to hear such lines from Sariel. I became a little worried and looked him up and down.
You: Sariel, what's wrong with you today?
Sariel: I should be the one asking you. Why are you dressed like this again and running to the battlefield? Don't you know it's dangerous here?
You: Battlefield? Isn't this a temple?
We each looked around. The dust had settled, and the temple buildings were still standing. Except for a patch of grass in the courtyard that had been grazed by his horse, everything was peaceful.
A long silence. When I turned back to look at the main hall, I felt a gaze following me. I used my peripheral vision to search, but found that Sariel was looking in a completely different direction.
But I was almost certain that it was the person in front of me who was observing me.
Dressed as a general, speaking in a strange way, not recognizing me or the phone. I also calmed down and thought it through from the beginning.
Previously, the Spirit Clan elder mentioned a method that could disguise someone as another person. That possibility couldn't be ruled out.
Rather, this possibility was very high. But unlike before, why was this "Sariel" dressed like this and playing along with me?
Just as I was thinking this, he seemed to have confirmed something and turned his head, staring at my face for a long time.
Sariel: I was mistaken. You... called my name as soon as you opened your mouth, making me mistake you for an acquaintance.
Sariel: May I ask, where is this?
If this was acting, it could be said to be quite superb. I clenched my sweaty palms, analyzing. Running would only arouse suspicion. Just assume for now that he wanted to gain my trust.
You: I can tell you, but you must answer a few of my questions first.
The person in front of me furrowed his brows slightly again. I had to say, he imitated his little gestures quite well.
Sariel: Speak.
You: Is your name also Sariel?
Sariel: What do you mean by 'also'?
The counter-question was also spot-on.
You: Are you a general?
He made a sound that probably represented affirmation.
You: A Spirit Clan general? With a younger sister and an older sister at home, and the elders in the clan treat you with great respect?
Sariel: Who are you?
The tip of the spear stopped in front of my forehead, and I felt a tingling sensation on the bridge of my nose.
You: Don't get worked up. Maybe we really are acquaintances. I'm just confirming.
Strange. Judging by his appearance, it didn't seem like he was acting. Although his behavior and language were somewhat different from Sariel's, that kind of demeanor couldn't be imitated.
To be safe, I asked a few more questions, and he answered them all fluently.
Identity, family, these could all be faked. I had to think of a more specific question.
You: Then... how about you tell me your birthday?
Sariel: You mean my birthdate?* Back then, no one remembered the date. Later, following human customs, it was set on August 15th.
*In chinese, the way we say "birthday" in modern day vs. back then are different, just like how language was a bit more formal back then compared to now.
August 15th. That was the date he mentioned on Ling Island, his real birthday. Not many people should know, but besides me, maybe there was also...
Sariel: Someone said that the moon is the fullest on that day, so it's a good day for reunion and celebration.
The exact same words froze me in place. These were the words I had said. That's right, he later mentioned that someone else had said this before.
Everything fit perfectly. I pondered for a long time, unable to think of anything else to ask. I raised my head and looked directly into his eyes, resolutely and self-deprecatingly.
You: One last question. Let me see your nine tails.
He was angry, thoroughly angry. I could feel it. If he had ears on his head and a tail behind him, they would have definitely exploded into several hedgehogs.
You: I'm sorry, I was just kidding!
I quickly clasped my hands together, looking at him sincerely and pretending to be pitiful. His hand holding the reins tightened and loosened, but in the end, he just turned his face away.
There was a faint blush on the tips of his ears. He seemed unaccustomed to it himself and raised his hand to cover them.
I stared at him blankly, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar, with a sense of unreality.
When all possibilities are eliminated, the one that remains, no matter how impossible, must be the truth.
This was Sariel, a Sariel from the past, who was still a general, didn't know about phones, and spoke a bit strangely.
I had fantasized many times about what I would do if I could meet the past Sariel. Now, the past Sariel was standing in front of me, within reach.
So I followed my heart's impulse and reached out my hand, only to be stopped by a cold spear. There was a sharp glint in his golden eyes.
Sariel: Are you done asking? Can you tell me where this is now?
You: Yes, yes... As for where, this is Nanchan Temple, Nanchan Temple in Guangqi City.
Sariel: Guangqi City?
The Sariel in front of me still looked confused. I looked at him with a smile and boldly said the word.
You: ...This is the future.
Sariel: Future.
He repeated it, no longer with the urgency from before. His expression calmed down, as if it wasn't the first time he had heard it.
Sariel: And who are you?
You: I'm Y/N.
This time he didn't say anything, just nodded quickly.
You: Have you heard of my name?
Sariel: No.
He jumped off his horse, his armor clinking. When the soles of his shoes touched the dirt on the ground, he tilted his head slightly, as if sensing something.
You: But I've heard of your name. I know you, General Qi.
You: A... friend of mine told me about you. He looks a lot like you.
I took a deep breath and continued on my own.
You: Maybe it was me who brought you to the future.
These words sounded a bit absurd and self-aggrandizing. Sariel probably wouldn't believe them. I had to find a way to prove it.
But unexpectedly, Sariel just stared at my face for a moment. In the time it took for the wind to pass between us, he nodded again.
Sariel: What's your purpose?
I was stunned for a moment, then I understood. Both the past and present Sariel were the same. He didn't need others to prove anything. He relied on his own observations.
You: I didn't do it on purpose. I just touched this painting, and you came out.
You: A lot of strange things have been happening to me lately.
Sariel followed my gaze to the scattered pieces of cloth on the ground. His horse seemed a bit uncomfortable in this environment, pacing restlessly. Sariel stroked its neck and turned to me.
Sariel: Send me back.
You: Huh?
Sariel: Since you summoned me to this place, shouldn't you be responsible to the end?
Sariel raised his chin slightly, with a matter-of-fact expression. Only then did I realize that there were subtle differences. The expression between his brows was more flamboyant than the current Sariel's.
You: Responsible, responsible, of course I'll be responsible. But...
I wanted to see more of the past Sariel, to talk more with him. His life was so long that even if I recounted it all, there would inevitably be omissions. It would be better for me to see it with my own eyes.
But... I looked at the dried blood on his face. He had come with the smoke of battle, and he had also mentioned the battlefield in his words. He was probably in the middle of a war, and an army couldn't lack a general.
You: Forget it. I'll try to see if I can use it to send you back.
I squatted on the ground, gathered the fragments of the painting, and tried to put them back together. It reminded me of playing jigsaw puzzles as a child, and the process was just as unsuccessful as it was back then.
An armored arm reached out, adjusted the position of two pieces, and then took a piece of cloth from my head and put it on. Now it was complete.
I coughed awkwardly, thanked him, and quickly closed my eyes, placing my hand lightly on it, just like the first time I tried.
However, this time, no matter how I tried to sense emotions or use my talent, my mind was blank, let alone opening something like a space-time portal.
You: What's going on?
I opened my eyes and met Sariel's gaze, which he hadn't yet withdrawn. His expression was focused but not urgent.
Sariel: Can't you do it?
You: It seems... it's not working...
I was a little anxious and a little ashamed.
You: I'm sorry, I'll try again. It will definitely work.
Being inexplicably summoned to the future and then inexplicably unable to return. I had been immersed in the joy of seeing the past Sariel and hadn't considered that this might not be a pleasant experience for him.
Sariel: There's no rush.
You: Huh?
Sariel: I said there's no rush.
Sariel looked at me calmly.
You: But don't you need to rush back to the battlefield?
I pointed at the armor on his body. The horse had somehow come to my side, its wet breath blowing on my hand.
Sariel: That battle is already over. I also want to see what the future she spoke of is like.
You: What did you say?
Sariel: I said, where is your residence? My horse is tired, and I'm tired too. We need to rest.
You: Residence...?
Sariel: What, are you unwilling? Then taking me to the inn in this city is also fine.
Inn? Did he mean a hotel? Imagining Sariel tying his horse at the entrance, even the most capable doorman would probably be at a loss. I couldn't help but laugh.
It was great that he wasn't in a hurry to go back. Maybe this Lucky Temple was really a bit efficacious. I raised my head.
You: Of course I'm willing. It's just that my "residence" is not quite what you imagine.
Sariel: The future naturally has many different things.
This Sariel accepted it very quickly, even seeming a bit eager to try. I had almost never seen such an expression on this face, and I suddenly felt it wasn't good for my heart.
Sariel: Let's go.
Before he finished speaking, he had already jumped onto the horse agilely. I was stunned. That's right, I hadn't figured out what to do with this horse.
Sariel: Where is your horse tied, or do you plan to ride with me?
You: No, no... The point is that in our era, people don't usually ride horses on the road.
You: And it's quite far from here to my house.
Sariel only pondered for a moment.
Sariel: There are two ways.
Sariel: One, I temporarily leave the horse here and go back to your residence with you using your method. It will find its way back later.
You: Is this what they call a horse with spiritual understanding?
You: Sounds good. What's the second way?
Sariel: Second--
He attached the spear he had been holding to the side of the horse and extended his hand to me, a faint smile on his lips.
Sariel: I'll take you on horseback. We'll run very fast.
His eyes reflected my image. The familiar world and my familiar face were all dyed golden. I couldn't help but speak.
You: How fast is 'very fast'...
Sariel: So fast that no one can see clearly, or even faster.
That's not true. No matter how fast, someone would still see clearly. Even if people couldn't see clearly, there were cameras and videos in this era. If we were captured, it might become big news.
But... what was that compared to the joy of galloping through the city? I reached out my hand, and he immediately grasped it. With a slight pull, he lifted me onto the horseback.
Sariel: Let's go.
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I felt one of his hands clasp my back, securing me to his chest, while the other held the reins. With a neigh, the horse leaped high, soaring over the low wall.
The alleyways beside us became mere blurs. Even though there was hard armor behind me, I could still feel the wisps of warmth through the gaps, reminding me of that morning on Kunlun Mountain when we rode together.
This was Sariel, I reassured myself again and again.
Sariel: Which direction?
The blurs instantly became clear, and the sensation of flying abruptly stopped. We stood in the shadow of the alley's entrance, facing a crossroad with relatively few people.
Oh right, I forgot the most important part, the route... I wanted to take out my phone from my bag for navigation, but the moment I touched the two metal fragments, I remembered its fate.
You: My phone!
Sariel: Is that thing important?
You: Of course it's important! Whether we can find our way home depends on it.
Sariel: You don't know the way home?
Sariel looked incredulous. He didn't mean any harm, but I still felt a sense of mockery in my heart.
You: It's my first time here too!
Sariel: Can this square box hold a map?
He picked up the phone fragments and looked at them against the sunlight, seemingly very curious. I was momentarily speechless. I didn't even know where to start to explain modern communication principles to him.
You: It can indeed hold... but not in the usual sense of holding... It's a bit complicated.
Sariel: Then there's no need to explain. When I live to this era, I'll naturally know these things.
Listening to his words, I inexplicably remembered that after Sariel learned he could use emojis instead of typing, he made good use of them for a while. I turned my head and smiled mysteriously at him.
You: Yes, not only will you know, but you'll also get used to it. Not only get used to it, but you'll also get addicted to it.
Sariel: I never indulge in frivolous pursuits.
Of course you wouldn't indulge. It just makes you even more adorable. I really wanted to say that. Although they were both him, I still... missed the Sariel of this era a bit. What was he doing?
By the time we got home, it was already dark. I watched Sariel guide the horse to the fence in the backyard and couldn't help but worry about the safety of the greenery.
In the end, I still couldn't remember the exact route home. Fortunately, I remembered the general direction, and the spirit horse could recognize the same scent on me, so we didn't get lost.
The horse stopped, and Sariel untied its saddle and bridle, combing its tangled mane with his fingers.
Sariel: Salted Fish, you've worked hard.
You: I think I misheard.
You: Salted Fish?! You named your horse Salted Fish?
Sariel shook his head.
Sariel: Not me. My younger sister named it.
I had only heard Sariel mention that he had a younger sister, but I hadn't heard any specifics. I couldn't help but feel curious.
You: Your sister... has quite a personality, huh.
Sariel: Impulsive, disrespectful, unreliable, clingy, and always likes to say strange things.
Sariel: Just like what you're saying now.
He stared at me for a while.
Sariel: You two are very similar. She also mentioned the future to me.
Likes to say strange things just like me? If strange things referred to words similar to "future," then no wonder he could understand me even though I didn't speak in ancient Chinese.
But very similar... what did that mean? This Sariel seemed to be lost in thought while looking at me, his eyes unblinking. Somehow, I felt a subtle melancholy flowing from them.
You: You seem to have a good relationship with your sister.
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He came back to his senses, neither confirming nor denying, silently turning his head to look at the furnishings in the room.
Sariel's gaze lingered on the family photo at the entrance, which showed my mother, grandmother, and me. He seemed a bit hesitant but still spoke.
Sariel: You also have a good relationship with your family.
Was this a reciprocal exchange? I couldn't help but laugh. Sariel's way of speaking was always unique.
You: Of course! Let's go inside quickly.
I took out a pair of brand-new slippers for him. Sariel put them on, still in his armor, and walked into the room with a clinking sound. His face was covered in dust, and there were red marks on his wrists from the armor rubbing against them.
You: General Qi, is your wrist alright?
Sariel glanced at the red and swollen area, unconcerned.
Sariel: This is heavy armor. It's natural to get like this after wearing it for a long time. It's no big deal.
You: Why don't you change clothes and take a... uh, a bath?
He looked around the narrow room, a doubtful expression on his face.
Sariel: There's a place to bathe here?
You: Though it's small, it has everything.
I led Sariel through the narrow hallway and into the bathroom, explaining to him what the faucet was, what shower gel was, where the cold water was, and where the hot water was.
Sariel listened silently, and I sneaked a glance at his focused and thoughtful profile. This feeling of taking care of him was quite novel.
After finishing the explanations, I came out and used my computer to send a message to the Sariel of this era. I didn't know if this time-travel incident had any effect on him, so I wanted to ask about his recent situation first.
Next, I needed to find some clothes for General Qi. My wardrobe was full of women's pajamas, and the only men's clothing I had was a sample shirt.
You: Pajamas and sleep pants... He definitely won't fit into those.
You: A dress... looks quite similar to a lower garment. Would ancient people accept it?
But... I really wanted to see Sariel wear it. After struggling internally for a while, I picked out a large nightgown and grabbed the shirt. Just then, there was a loud bang from the bathroom.
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Something must have happened! I rushed over and just as I pushed the door open, a strong jet of water drenched me from head to toe.
I finally managed to open my eyes again. Amidst the water mist, Sariel held a metal faucet, staring blankly at the pipe spraying water outwards. He had already taken off his armor, and his inner robe was completely soaked.
Hearing the door open, he turned to look at me. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination, but for a moment, he looked embarrassed.
There were traces of the faucet being violently pulled off at the pipe's opening. This might be some kind of fate. The first time I went to Sariel's house, I fixed the faucet there, and now I had to fix my own.
You: Do you have a grudge against my things...?
Sariel: This thing is too fragile. Why don't you use a well?
You: ......
That moment of embarrassment was indeed an illusion! He was clearly very righteous and unfazed. I resignedly took the faucet and prepared to screw it back on, but I underestimated the force of the water jet, and it was instantly bounced away.
Fortunately, before it hit my forehead directly, Sariel reached out and caught it in his palm. He rubbed the connection, screwed it on the way I did. It was awkward at first, but soon it became smooth.
After fixing the faucet, he also intuitively screwed back the temperature control handle that had fallen to the side. He was indeed Sariel. As I marveled, I handed him a new towel and new clothes.
You: Luckily, the clothes I prepared for you didn't get wet. Change into them later.
Sariel accurately picked up the large nightgown.
Sariel: This is for me to wear?
You: Yes, this style is very popular here.
I put on a serious expression and nodded. But before I could finish the gesture, those golden eyes were already close. Sariel bent down slightly, meeting my gaze at the same level.
Too close, our noses were almost touching. His eyelashes were still dripping water, trickling down the corners of his tightly pressed lips. My face heated up, and I wanted to look away, but he caught my cheeks with two fingers.
You: Wha... what's wrong?
I managed to say these few words. He had taken off his armor, and the scent of smoke and dust had dissipated. Now, all I could smell was the familiar fragrance of sandalwood.
I could only look into those eyes, eyes like a small beast's, curious, inquiring, and nonchalantly invading another's territory.
Sariel: You're lying. I won't wear it.
Just as I was about to be unable to hide the sound of my heartbeat, Sariel seemed to have finally reached a conclusion. He straightened up and casually grabbed the towel to wipe his wet hair.
Was this a lie detector test? I pinched my burning earlobe and ran out without looking back. They were different, they were definitely different!
Reality also proved that this feeling was not wrong. There were many other differences. Whether it was the scene of us being in the same space, me cooking, and him helping...
Or him chopping the cutting board in half while cutting ribs, breaking half a carton of eggs while opening the refrigerator, and brushing off the cucumber with his sleeve for the third time...
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Or perhaps it was because he refused to take off his armor, only willing to change into the new shirt underneath, and wouldn't go to the room I prepared for him, insisting on sleeping where he could see the moon...
Late at night, lying in bed, I thought about many things. Why was I able to summon him, and how could I send him back? Would he be happy during his time here?
In the end, I couldn't help but get up and go to the living room.
Moonlight shone in through the glass door, and the breathing from the sofa was very light and shallow. I stood by the wall and listened for a while. Whenever Sariel stayed over, it was usually me who fell asleep first.
Wanting to get a little closer, I had just taken a step when I heard the sound of something cutting through the air indoors. In the next instant, the cold glint of a spear was pointed directly at my throat.
You: It's me.
Sariel retracted his spear, his eyes even brighter in the darkness.
Sariel: I thought it was an enemy.
That's right, he came from an era of constant war and was in an unfamiliar environment, so it was natural for him to be vigilant and uneasy. I couldn't help but clench my palms.
You: No, there won't be any enemies here, and there's no great danger.
Sariel: I know, I can sense it from the air, but my body is not used to it yet.
He held the spear in his arms, and I pulled on the long handle, leading him to sit on the floor. I took out a bottle of plum wine from the drawer under the coffee table. This bottle of wine had been there for a long time.
You: General Qi, do you like to drink?
Sariel: I only like to drink good wine.
You: That's perfect, this is good wine. Drinking it will help you relax and sleep well.
Sariel picked up the transparent bottle, glanced at the swirling liquor inside, and then put it down.
You: You don't want to relax? Why?
Sariel: I'm not used to it.
I was stunned for a moment. Was this how all generals were? In that case... I took out two small porcelain cups, about the depth of a pinky finger.
You: Then just have a small sip?
This time Sariel nodded.
You: General Qi, can you tell me your story?
Seeing that he didn't seem willing, I quickly added.
You: I'm just curious. Ordinary people are naturally curious about the legendary experiences of a great general.
Sariel: What do you want to hear? I won't tell you about military matters.
You: Of course not military matters. How about telling me what you'll do after you go back?
Sariel: ...Fight.
You: That's it?
Sariel: That's it.
You: Do you have any other hobbies besides fighting?
Wouldn't that be a bit lonely and monotonous? I didn't ask the second half of the sentence out loud.
Sariel: Hobbies? You also say that.
You: Huh? What do you mean?
Sariel: Someone said the same thing to me. She also said that it would be lonely.
Sariel: But I really don't have any other hobbies.
He seemed to see through my heart.
Sariel opened the wine bottle for me. There were calluses on the edge of his palm, even more pronounced than now.
The question about loneliness slipped away unnoticed amidst the sound of pouring wine.
Sariel: In this era, are there still wars?
After a moment, he spoke again, asking indifferently, as if he didn't care about the answer.
You: Should I tell you?
Sariel: Forget it, don't tell me. If I want to know something, I'll see it with my own eyes.
The moonlight flowed like a river, passing over the wine cups between us, over the horse's tail swaying in the courtyard, and also over the road we took home.
Everywhere was quiet. Whether there were still wars in this era was actually a difficult question to answer, but...
You: At least now, here, this is a corner blessed by peace. You can relax a little.
Sariel looked at me, thoughtful.
Sariel: Not necessarily.
You: Why do you say that?
Sariel: At the temple, you probably mistook me for your friend, but at first, you were very wary.
Sariel: This means that someone has impersonated your friend to gain your trust before.
Sariel: So I deduce that the environment you're in is not entirely safe either.
Impressive, he could even see that. I hugged my knees to my chest and sighed in admiration.
You: It's nothing, really. Just like I said before, I tend to encounter strange things.
You: But encountering strange things doesn't necessarily mean they're bad.
Sariel: Before I go back, I can protect you.
You: Is this the protection a general offers to the people?
Sariel: Not protecting the people, what kind of general would that be?
You: Then thank you, General Qi.
I picked up the small cup on the ground and gently clinked it with the other one next to it, taking a sip first.
Chatting with him, listening to him say such things, even my own chest swelled with a sense of heroism. I placed the empty cup beside me, and Sariel refilled it with a thin layer.
Sariel: Did your friend also tell you about the Spirit Clan general and my family?
You: Mhm.
You: And the nine tails, he told me about those too.
You: He... is also a Spirit Clan member.
I was still hesitating whether to tell him about the Sariel from a thousand years later also existing here.
If I told him, would it affect the time travel? How would the person in front of me react? There were many things to consider. It might be better to explain it this way for now.
Sariel didn't ask any further questions, seeming to accept this explanation.
Sariel: Do you know about talents?
You: Talents? Of course. I'm also a talented person.
His golden eyes flickered.
You: You don't believe me?
I wanted to grab his hand but didn't dare. I could only grab a piece of his armor and try to demonstrate it to him.
You: It's like this. I touch a person or object, then concentrate and activate my talent.
Despite saying that, I didn't actually activate it.
Maybe I vaguely knew what I would see. Rather than seeing it this way, I would rather hear Sariel tell me himself one day.
You: Then, I can sense other people's emotions, and when I'm strong, I can even see their past.
You: How about that?
Sariel: Very impressive.
You: What about you? Do you still have the talent of healing?
Sariel nodded and raised his fingertip. The plants outside that had been grazed by the horse grew back a bit, looking less suspicious.
I looked at his pale profile, feeling a mix of joy and sorrow in my heart.
You: That's great. That way, you'll get injured less in battles.
Sariel's breathing hitched for a moment. The person beside him seemed to be drunk, gradually becoming less aware of his reactions, rambling on with her own words.
Her imagination about war was partly right, partly wrong. It was the kind of exaggeration and naivety that only people accustomed to peace would have.
Somehow, this brought him a sense of comfort.
After a while, she fell asleep, naturally leaning on his shoulder as if following some established rule, one hand raised and placed on his chest.
His heart was being held by someone else, heavy. Instinctively, he didn't like this.
But Sariel didn't move. He gazed at the moon in the sky. After so many years, everything had changed, but the moon was still the same moon.
His free hand picked up the porcelain cup, and Sariel took a sip from it.
It was indeed good wine.
I woke up to a sharp gust of wind. I was lying on the soft sofa, covered with a blanket. I turned my head and saw that the wine cups and bottle had been put away, arranged on the coffee table.
I rubbed my forehead and sat up. I must have fallen asleep while talking to Sariel, and he had moved me to the sofa.
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There was a rustling sound again. I followed the sound and saw Sariel practicing with his spear in the courtyard.
The tip of his spear seemed to carry a whirlwind, swirling up the yellow leaves falling all around. Those leaves, like the dust from yesterday, floated in the air until his spear touched the ground, and they all fell down in unison.
At first, Sariel's movements were very slow. After one set, he let out a long breath, his eyes burning brightly.
Starting again, his movements became swift. The third time was like wind and fire, and by the fourth time, only the red tassels could be seen fluttering in the morning light.
After five sets, Sariel retracted his spear and stood at the original spot. There was only a circle of neat footprints on the ground. With each repetition, his steps were precise. I couldn't help but applaud. Sariel turned his head and glanced at me.
The clothes that got wet yesterday were hanging outside, now dry. Sariel flicked his spear, taking my coat down, and with another gentle flick, it landed perfectly on my shoulders.
Sariel: You're awake?
You: Hmm?
Sariel: Do people in this era all wake up late like you?
You: ... I just had a bit of wine!
Sariel smiled. His hair braid was a bit messy, with a few strands falling by his ears.
Sariel: My sister also sleeps until the afternoon when she's at home.
I had noticed it since yesterday. He always looked at me when he talked about his sister, as if I were his sister. Maybe we really did look alike.
I felt like this ancient person with good habits was implying that I was lazy. I pouted and changed the subject.
You: You're so good at spear dancing. Do you usually practice like they say in stories, waking up at the rooster's crow, training in the harsh winter and scorching summer?
Sariel was recombing his hair. Hearing me say this, he paused for a moment. But he answered quickly, as if he had heard these words many times before.
Sariel: But practicing like that will only damage your body. I only practice today because the weather is good.
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This tone was quite willful and arrogant, but he was Sariel, he was supposed to be that proud.
After he finished speaking, he turned his back again and placed an enamel basin filled with water in front of the horse, letting it drink. The enamel basin was quite old, and it was surprising that he was able to find it.
Just then, ding-dong, the doorbell rang.
Sariel became alert and was about to raise his spear again. I quickly signaled him with my eyes to stay calm. I peeked through the peephole and saw a tall figure outside, fully armed and leisurely.
The problem was that there was also a neighborhood committee auntie with a red armband, looking at him suspiciously.
You: Charlie?!
Sariel: Fried Pear Pastry*? Is that a kind of snack here?
*This was a play on Chinese words lol. His name sounds like "fried pear pastry" if you don't know what character he uses for his name.
At some point, Sariel had walked behind me, looking at my actions with a puzzled expression.
You: No, it's my friend. His name is Charlie.
To be honest, Sariel and Charlie didn't get along well. Coupled with his armor and spear, I was really hesitant about whether to open the door or just pretend I wasn't home.
But Charlie was taking a risk to come to me. Maybe he had something important to say. Just as I thought of this, the voices outside suddenly grew louder.
Charlie: I told you, my fiancée definitely, absolutely, and without a doubt lives here.
Charlie: As her fiancé, how could I be a suspicious person?
Neighborhood Committee Auntie: Oh, just because you say you're not suspicious doesn't mean you're not. Show me your ID, and I'll leave immediately.
Charlie: I have special reasons and can't show it to you right now.
Charlie: When this period of time passes, if you still want to see it, I'll let you see it clearly.
Charlie responded to the auntie's questions with great righteousness. His words were all true, but she obviously didn't believe him.
Their voices grew louder and louder. Seeing more and more residents who had woken up early spontaneously gathering to watch, I looked up at the sky and sighed, then looked at Sariel.
You: Um, my friend might have something urgent to tell me.
You: Could you please go to the room inside for a while? I'll talk to him and be right back.
Sariel frowned.
Sariel: Since he's your friend, why can't I meet him?
Sariel: Besides, he doesn't sound quite right.
The reason why he can't be seen... After more than half a day, you should know it, right?! I ran over and drew the curtains, hiding the horse in the yard, and then pointed at his armor.
You: It's because of your attire. Wasn't I also startled when I first saw you?
You: As for Charlie, that's just his way of speaking. He's not a bad person.
Sariel seemed to consider it seriously for a while, then nodded reluctantly.
Sariel: I won't go inside, I'll just stay there.
I followed his gaze and found that he was looking at the hallway connecting the kitchen and the living room. Although it was indeed not visible from the entrance...
You: Why? That's just a hallway.
Sariel: I can see outside from there.
After saying this, he didn't say anything more and turned around, walking away with a clinking sound. What did that mean? Before I could think further, the doorbell rang again.
I quickly opened the door and pulled Charlie in. He seemed to want to turn back and give the neighborhood committee auntie an "I told you so" look, but with his face covered like that, it was obviously pointless.
Charlie: Good morning, fiancée.
Charlie was wearing his usual trench coat, a smile in his voice. He stood tall in the living room, looking around as if searching for something.
You: Morning! Wha... what's up?
Charlie: Nothing. I just heard you talking to someone outside. That voice sounded a bit familiar...
Charlie: But it must have been my imagination.
Charlie pondered for a moment, then shook his head. For some reason, I felt guilty. I didn't even dare to look at him, maintaining a smile and feeling my facial muscles twitching.
You: Um... yeah, it must have been your imagination. Is everything going well on your end? Why did you come over suddenly?
Charlie: It's going very well.
Charlie pushed his sunglasses up a bit, his purple eyes sparkling, looking me up and down.
Charlie: I just came to see if my fiancée is doing okay.
Charlie: Her phone was turned off early last night, and she didn't reply to my messages.
Ph... phone? Phone! Charlie contacted me using my phone number. Yesterday was chaotic, and I hadn't had time to get a new SIM card yet. I must have worried him. I lowered my head.
You: I'm... fine. I just went to bed early. Don't worry.
Charlie's expression became serious. He reached out his hand towards my forehead.
Charlie: Don't lie to me. Why are you sweating so much? Do you have a fever?
However, just as his palm was about to touch my forehead, there was a thud from the hallway!
Charlie: What was that sound?
You: It was nothi--!
I almost screamed but quickly coughed to cover it up. Almost simultaneously, there was a rapid knocking at the door, accompanied by an energetic voice.
Both Charlie and I focused on listening. The voice seemed to be saying, "Young Miss, are you up yet?"
It was Jesse! That's right, today was the day of my weekly meeting with Jesse! I jolted awake. Charlie listened for a while and obviously recognized it too.
Charlie: Is that your childhood sweetheart?
You: Yeah...
Charlie chuckled softly, took off his shoes naturally, walked into the living room, and spread his arms on the sofa, looking very relaxed, even more imposing than me, the owner of the house.
Charlie: Then let him in. It's quite pitiful to leave the child outside.
Charlie: Even if he wants to have some childish and meaningless arguments with me, I'll accept it.
Childish arguments can't happen just because one side wants them to. Remembering their previous elementary school-like conversation at the hospital, I couldn't help but tease him.
You: I don't think he'll argue with you anymore. He's joined a government organization now, he's mature.
Charlie: Government organization?
Unexpectedly, upon hearing these four words, Charlie immediately stood up.
Charlie: No, I don't want to run into anyone from a government organization right now.
Charlie: Fiancée, it's not that I'm afraid of him, it's a special situation.
Charlie: I'll go inside first. When you've quickly sent him away, come out again.
You: How am I supposed to quickly send him away...
The situation was changing rapidly. I watched Charlie walk towards the inner room and sighed. Halfway through my sigh, I almost choked. That direction...
You: Don't go there!
I ran over in large strides, trying to grab him, but it was too late.
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Sariel, clad in armor and standing in the shadows, locked eyes with Charlie, who had his entire head and face covered and stood in the light.
The air instantly tensed, and the two men stared at each other without moving. After a while, Charlie lowered his head with a somewhat dejected look, lost in thought. Five seconds later, he perked up again.
Charlie: I was just thinking about where I fell short that my fiancée would hide something from me.
He extended his hand to Sariel, looking very friendly and magnanimous.
Charlie: But looking closely, maybe it's not my fault.
Charlie: After all, Director Qi, in this state, is really not presentable.
Sariel didn't take his hand, his eyes filled with hostility.
Sariel: My name is Sariel, not Director Qi. Her name is Y/N, not fiancée.
Sariel: As for being unpresentable, it's your sneaky attire that seems to have some ulterior motive.
He paused.
Sariel: ...Fried Pear Pastry?
You: It's Charlie!
I quickly reminded him in a low voice, and Charlie let out a cold laugh.
Charlie: Director Qi is quite clever. Did you buy the newly released dating skills manual?
Sariel: I don't understand what you're talking about.
The back-and-forth between them intensified, and the knocking on the door also grew louder in sync. I made a pause gesture and forcefully inserted myself between them.
You: The situation is complicated! Anyway, you two stay here for a while, I'll be right back!
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I walked to the door, took a deep breath, and quickly opened it for Jesse.
Jesse wasn't wearing his usual Lianshan Society uniform. He looked like a tall and slender college student, his face full of anxiety. Seeing me come out, he let out a sigh of relief.
Jesse: I thought you had forgotten our appointment.
He spoke with a hint of a coquettish tone. It was a normal sentence, but thinking about the situation inside, I felt guilty again.
You: How could that be...
His green eyes were clear and bright, the worry fading away, leaving only joy. My heart softened. I couldn't bear to break his anticipation, no matter what. As for what was happening at home...
You: Um, how about we go out for a meal and stroll around the streets today, for old times' sake?
Jesse: Sure, I'll listen to you. Go change your clothes, I'll wait for you in the living room.
-
I originally wanted to leave directly to avoid any complications, but when I looked down, I saw that I was indeed wearing pajama pants. Before I could feel annoyed, Jesse had already skillfully opened the shoe cabinet and found his own pair of slippers.
I could only hope to get through these ten minutes peacefully. Thinking this, I noticed that Jesse didn't stop in the living room and continued walking towards the kitchen.
You: Where are you going?!
Jesse was startled.
Jesse: I'm going to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
Jesse: You didn't reply to my messages earlier, so I was a bit worried and walked a bit fast on the way here.
Phone again! It was all Sariel's fault for breaking it! I wanted to cry, but... this was also a good opportunity to tell him about going out later. I eagerly pushed Jesse back and settled him on the sofa.
You: Ah... I didn't see my phone, I'm sorry, Tangyuan.
You: I'll get you some water, you just sit here.
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Jesse looked puzzled, wanting to say something but hesitating. I fled to the corner, where the two men's postures hadn't changed at all, still staring at each other.
I mouthed to them that I was going out. Sariel could understand modern language, but it seemed he couldn't read lips yet and looked a bit confused. Charlie, however, understood and took off his mask, also mouthing:
Charlie: Don't want you to go.
You: It's a pre-arranged meeting.
Sariel was still clueless, a look of anxiety gradually appearing on his face.
Seeing him like this, Charlie seemed quite pleased. He patted his chest towards me and mouthed two more sentences.
Charlie: Alright, then come back quickly.
Charlie: This person, I don't think he's quite normal. I'll keep an eye on him for you.
Sariel seemed to have reached his limit. He looked at Charlie coldly.
Sariel: If you have something to say, say it directly. Don't play riddles here.
He didn't control his volume this time. Just as I thought something was wrong, Jesse's voice came from behind.
Jesse: What are you three... doing here?
I wanted to die.
Charlie: Me? I'm visiting my fiancée. What's the problem?
Charlie: You should be asking what this Director Qi is doing here, talking nonsense and playing dumb.
Sariel: Explain clearly, what is a 'fiancée'?
Charlie: You're still saying you're not playing dumb. Fine, I don't mind explaining it to you.
Charlie: A fiancée is someone who will marry me in the future and spend their life with me.
The spear tip pressed against Charlie's neck.
Sariel: Show some respect. Apologize to her.
Charlie wasn't afraid at all. His eyes darkened, and his expression turned gloomy.
Charlie: What right do you have to say that? What does her matter have to do with you?
Sariel paused for a moment, then spoke very frankly.
Sariel: She is my younger sister.
These four words were spoken with great force. A hint of alertness flashed in Jesse's eyes, and Charlie snorted coldly. I wished I could bury my head in the ground. Only Sariel remained calm and composed.
Charlie: Younger sister?
Charlie: Fiancée, did you hear that? Is this something a man with a sense of conviction should say?
Charlie reached out and grabbed the spearhead that was close at hand. Although the weapon was sharp, there seemed to be a transparent barrier between it and his palm. Sparks flew for a moment, and a creaking friction sound arose.
Sariel didn't speak, only the mark in his pupils deepened. The floor beneath our feet seemed to surge and spread. Vaguely, I saw the shadow of nine fox tails flash behind him.
Charlie: Quite strong.
Charlie took off his sunglasses and tossed them aside. He didn't look relaxed, and there was a dark mist in his eyes. I watched as a crack appeared, starting from the floor beneath their feet, extending to the walls and then the ceiling.
Just then, a pattern descended from the sky, turning into countless golden specks. The shadow of a formation appeared on the ground, surrounding them. And they, as if impacted by something, simultaneously withdrew their hands.
Jesse: Stop! I don't care if you fight.
Jesse: But this is the place where Y/N and I have lived for eight years. I won't allow you to destroy it.
Jesse's chest heaved. He held a talisman drawn with a red brush in his hand, his eyes firm. I gave him a grateful look, and he returned a smile, then turned to Sariel.
Jesse: You're Y/N's boss, Sariel, right?
Before Sariel could ask what "boss" meant, I quickly answered for him.
You: Yes, yes, this is my boss.
Jesse: I agree with you. Using the term "fiancée" before a relationship is truly established is very disrespectful.
Charlie seemed to not be listening at all. He hooked his finger, and the sunglasses flew back into his hand.
Jesse: But the same goes for "younger sister."
Sariel: She's younger than me, about the same age as my younger sister. Why can't I call her that?
Jesse: From a long time ago, she promised to be my older sister.
Jesse: So, she won't be anyone else's younger sister.
At first, Sariel seemed to want to understand the relationship between them, but after a moment, he frowned.
Sariel: Nonsense.
Charlie: It's rare for us to agree on something. Nonsense.
Now, it became three people glaring at each other. If this continued, there would be no end in sight. I took a deep breath, finally realizing that only by lying could I resolve this predicament.
You: Listen to me--
You: Actually, I have an urgent design task today, related to ancient costumes!
I pointed at Sariel's armor and spear.
You: Sariel is here to help me, as a part-time model, but he's a bit too into character.
As I spoke, I discreetly tugged at Sariel's clothes from behind, pleading for his cooperation. He didn't seem willing, but after thinking about something, he grunted in agreement. There was a moment of silence in the room--
Charlie: Why would you find him as a model? Is there any aspect of my physique that's inferior to his?
Jesse: Yeah, Young Miss, I'm known as a "clothes hanger" in the theater troupe.
Jesse: And I've performed in various genres of musicals. No matter what style you need to design, I can help.
Then came even more intense clamor. Sariel glanced at Jesse's hooded coat and Charlie's deliberate display of his physique.
Sariel: A pumpkin and a winter melon.
Charlie: Still better than you, a bitter melon.
Chaos ensued again. Amidst the persuasion, bickering, alliances, and breakdowns, I made a solemn promise to design a set of ancient costumes for each of them and invited them to come over for a fitting another day.
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I noted down Charlie's desired bird pattern and Jesse's request for a Tangyuan design. As the sky grew dark, they said their goodbyes. But just as they left, a message popped up on my computer.
Jesse's SMS: Jie jie, don't work too hard. I was already happy that you planned to go out with me today even though you were so busy.
The word "sister" was underlined for emphasis.
I felt a bit guilty and was about to reply when I received another message.
Jesse's SMS: You have to make it up to me double next time.
You: ......
Ding! A different notification sound rang. The red circle on my chat app indicated a new friend request. I had a vague premonition and clicked on it.
Charlie's WeChat SMS: This is a temporary WeChat account I applied for. I'll be using it for a while. I still need more ways to contact my fiancée.
I made plans with Jesse for next time and accepted Charlie's friend request, exchanging a few messages with him to help him get the "new friend" system badge. Finally, I had some breathing room to explain things properly to Sariel.
You: Um... don't mind them, they mistook you for someone else. You and my boss, Director Qi, look very much alike.
Sariel sat beside me, watching my fingers fly across the keyboard for a long time, not seeming bored at all. He followed up on my words.
Sariel: What does "boss" mean?
You: Boss means... for example, if I'm a soldier under your command, you're my boss.
Sariel: Then what is a director? Does it mean a supervisor?
You: If you have to say it, it's a bit similar. Director is a title, similar to a general.
You: You could say that before, Director Qi was the General Qi of tailors!
Sariel: Before? Then what about the current Director Qi?
Now... I pondered how to describe leaving a job.
You: It's probably like retiring after achieving success, becoming a recluse...
You: Before leaving, he even handed over his military power to me.
After saying this, I felt a bit embarrassed, as if I was bragging. Sariel looked at me with a gentle expression in his eyes.
Sariel: Was it hard?
I shook my head vigorously.
You: Not hard. And he still came to help me when I was in trouble.
Sariel: As it should be. But if he's still going to come out of retirement, why retire in the first place?
Because... he had something more important to do. I remembered that day in the office when Sariel said he was going to figure out the effects of the degradation on him. Even now, thinking back to his emotions at that time still made my heart ache.
Later, his body seemed to have recovered. But whether he had found an explanation for his previous condition, I didn't know.
I looked at General Qi. He also had a talent. The Spirit Clan had always had talents. So in the past thousand years, had there never been similar degradation cases, leaving them helpless today?
After hesitating for a while, I still asked.
You: In your time, do Spirit Clan members degrade?
Sariel: Degrade?
Sariel pondered for a moment and shook his head.
Sariel: I haven't heard of it. What are the symptoms? Maybe it's a different term.
You: I'm not sure about the specifics, but the body becomes weak and faints.
And also... I remembered Qi She transforming into a white dragon.
You: Sometimes they also take on animal forms and become a bit irrational.
As he listened, Sariel's expression showed understanding.
Sariel: I see. You call this state degradation? We call it decline.
Sariel: It's like human aging.
Sariel: The Spirit Clan's spiritual power also gradually weakens. When the spiritual power is exhausted, it's time to pass away.
This was the first time I had heard that the Spirit Clan could also die naturally.
You: Isn't the Spirit Clan supposed to be immortal?
Sariel: It depends on the strength of their spiritual power. Those with weak spiritual power have a lifespan similar to humans. Those with strong spiritual power might be considered immortal.
You: But now, almost all Spirit Clan members are experiencing this at the same time.
I remembered the research results obtained by NOVATEN. They believed that the cause of the degradation was the disordered growth of the D factor.
Could it be that this situation existed before, but the growth cycle was very long, making the Spirit Clan's degradation seem slow and natural?
Was this rapid degradation a disease that had developed over thousands of years? Could Sariel be considered cured?
You: Then if the spiritual power recovers and these symptoms no longer appear, does that mean everything is fine?
Sariel: I haven't heard of that.
His next words buzzed in my ears.
Sariel: If too much spiritual power is consumed in a short period, it can still recover.
Sariel: Once the spiritual power declines, physical weakness is secondary, but one will definitely lose their talent completely, with no possibility of recovery.
Completely lose their talent, with no possibility of recovery.
On the day he left Wan Zhen, Sariel wanted to save the bird of paradise, but why didn't he in the end?
When he was fixing the fan blade, he clearly had the talent of healing, so why didn't he heal his own wound?
That day, the night-blooming cereus didn't bloom. Come to think of it, was it really my luck that it bloomed the first time?
He doesn't usually sweat. And the path in the mountains, there was originally a barrier, right? That's why it was so winding, but on the evening I left, it was visible from end to end.
I felt my breath quicken, more and more rapidly, until it was no longer under my control, and my vision started to darken. A hand pressed on my back, and a familiar voice sounded faintly beside me.
Sariel: Can you hear me? Breathe in.
I followed his guidance, inhaling and exhaling. My vision cleared, and the numbness in my hands and feet subsided. Trembling, I opened my computer again and clicked on the chat with Sariel. He hadn't replied.
Sariel: What's wrong?
You: I, I have a friend who hasn't been replying to my messages. I want to go to his house to check on him.
Sariel: Is it that "Director Qi"?
You: Mhm.
Sariel: The Spirit Clan member who's degrading, is it also him?
I couldn't even utter a "yes," fear and regret gripping me. I could only nod.
Sariel: I'll go with you.
You: No need, you wait for me at home, I'll--
Sariel: I'll go with you.
His hand was still on my back, conveying a firm strength, suppressing the panic in my chest.
Stay calm, think carefully. I didn't know if there would be any consequences if two people who were essentially the same met...
Sariel seemed to see through my thoughts. His tone was firm.
Sariel: He and I also have a close connection, right?
I opened my mouth, not knowing how to explain. How could I tell him that the future you was degrading and in danger?
Sariel: Just say it directly.
You: He... looks exactly like you, was also a general, is also named Sariel, and is also from the Spirit Clan.
You: He told me about his past, including his parents, older sister, and younger sister, so...
Sariel: He's the future me.
Sariel drew this conclusion, his tone calm.
Sariel: You knew there was a future you here?
Sariel: Your "friend," and the behavior of those two people, it's easy to guess.
He curled his lips into a smile.
Sariel: Do you have any masks?
You: Uh? Yes, I do.
Sariel: Give me one. If he really is me, he probably wouldn't want to see his past self.
His demeanor and words eased my tension a bit. That's right, nothing had been confirmed yet... Even if it was confirmed, I couldn't panic. I forced a smile back at him.
Sariel: What about you? Do you want to see your future self?
Sariel flicked his knuckles against my forehead, a gesture that made my nose tingle.
Sariel: You're the most inquisitive person I've ever met.
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Once again, we rode through the city on horseback. On the way, Sariel even reminded me to get a new phone.
The scene of him taking out copper coins at the counter, and the expression on his face, I would probably never forget.
We were about to reach the present Sariel's house on the hillside. I looked at the fox mask on the person beside me.
You: It suits you quite well. I remember buying a fox mask.
Sariel: You really like foxes?
The usual Sariel definitely wouldn't ask such a question, but he asked it so naturally that I didn't know how to answer.
You: I like... I definitely like them... But the main reason is...
The design of this mask was drawn when I went to the temple fair with Sariel. After coming back, I made it out of metal as a souvenir.
It's said to be in the shape of a fox, but it's not entirely so. If someone who didn't know the story saw it, they might not even recognize it.
Because the prototype I based it on was simply Sariel. Him in his fox form, him in his human form, both are him, yet not entirely him. So I took some features from each and combined them.
But of course, even without such craftsmanship, when various animal-shaped accessories were presented to me, I easily favored foxes.
This was really too difficult to explain. I could only reply to him in the simplest way.
You: Alright, I admit I just like foxes!
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As we spoke, we had already arrived. I knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside. So, out of habit, I squatted down, moved a flower pot by the door, and retrieved a key from underneath.
When I opened the door, General Qi was standing behind me, so I missed the expression on his face. It was a rare expression, both joyful and nostalgic.
After entering the house, I looked around. The rooms, the yard, and even the studio were all empty. Even the little lizard was gone.
When I turned back, I found Sariel standing next to a plant - it was the bird of paradise that had been transplanted to the yard.
Sariel: It's dying.
You: Yes, it's because of me. He didn't use his talent to save it back then.
You: He usually doesn't like to use his talent to interfere with the life and death of plants. I thought it was the same that time.
I squatted down, supporting the drooping leaves, only to watch them fall again. Sariel reached out his hand, hovering it above my head for a moment, but didn't let it fall.
His fingertips pointed at the broken part of the plant. He hesitated for a moment, then finally lowered his hand.
Sariel: Let's wait until he recovers and let him handle it himself.
He was comforting me. Would he definitely recover? I stood up and muttered a soft "okay." Sariel looked at the bird of paradise for a while longer, then suddenly seemed to remember something.
Sariel: In your era, do Spirit Clan members still share their spiritual power with others?
You: Share with others... Does healing count?
Sariel: Yes, but there's more.
Sariel raised his hand, and a ball of light gradually condensed and took shape in his hand.
With a muffled sound, a light blue, translucent, and soft ball-shaped object landed in my hand, pulsing softly in my palm like jelly.
You: Hmm... what is this?
Sariel: Spiritual power.
You: Spiritual power actually looks like this?
Sariel: It's not naturally like this. I condensed it into this form.
I gently touched this spiritual power "ball" and felt it cling to my fingers as if it had life.
You: I've never heard of Spirit Clan members being able to turn their spiritual power into a physical form.
Sariel: Not every Spirit Clan member can do it. At least I haven't met a second one.
Why did he sound a bit smug? I couldn't help but smile. I wondered if the present Sariel could do it.
Unconsciously, I squeezed the ball of spiritual power into a square shape and even pinched out two fox ears.
You: It's so malleable...
My hand froze. The DEA component report flashed through my mind again. Both the D and A factors were extracted from spiritual power through experiments.
At that time, I didn't understand. Spiritual power was such an intangible thing, how could anything be further extracted from it?
But Sariel could turn spiritual power into a physical form. If there was someone within NOVATEN who also possessed such a skill, using spiritual power for experiments wouldn't be difficult.
NOVATEN didn't record any experiments on the A factor, perhaps because it was too specific and had no effect on humans.
But what about the Spirit Clan? From the report, degradation was the result of an imbalance between the two factors. If the A factor in a Spirit Clan member's body also increased accordingly, could it counteract the D factor and prevent degradation?
You: If the A factor increases...
Sariel: Factor?
You: Yes, it's the research result on spiritual power in this era.
I translated the terminology as best as I could and told Sariel all the information I knew so far, hoping he could try to relate it to the ancient situation and discover something.
You: But this thing that increases spiritual power, the A factor, is different for every Spirit Clan member.
Sariel: That is to say, even if spiritual power is shared with others, it can only provide temporary relief.
Sariel: The recipient's body needs to have this substance to continuously generate spiritual power.
I nodded. He summarized it well.
I don't know if it was the movement that triggered my neck, but I felt a wave of dizziness. The spiritual power ball in my hand fell to the ground. I squatted down to pick it up but almost fell over.
Sariel grabbed my arm, steadying my swaying body.
Sariel: What's wrong?
You: I suddenly feel a bit dizzy, it's okay.
Was it like low blood sugar? I lowered my head to regulate my breathing.
Sariel: His A factor and mine should be the same, right?
I looked at him. He seemed to have briefly closed his eyes just now, and now his bright golden eyes were slowly opening. I hesitated.
You: The same, yes... they should be the same.
This answer satisfied him. His slender fingertips were entwined with faint blue mist. I suddenly had a premonition--
Sariel: If I share this substance with him, his degradation can at least be temporarily stopped.
The premonition came true. Sariel spoke calmly and matter-of-factly, as if saying there was only one moon and one sun in the sky. I stared at him blankly.
You: Wait a minute, that's not right...
☼ Light: Worry about the damage/consequences to him.
☾ Night: We don't know how to extract it.
☼ Light: Worry about the damage/consequences to him.
Sariel: What's not right?
You: Th-this is very uncertain. After sharing a part, we don't know if your A factor can regenerate.
You: The information I've seen is limited, and we don't know the specific techniques.
You: What if it causes harm to you...
My voice grew smaller as I spoke. The person who successfully extracted the factor was Zha Zhao Peng. He was ruthless and wouldn't hesitate even if the extraction process was harmful to the Spirit Clan. His success didn't guarantee anything.
Of course, I had thought that they were the same person, possessing the same A factor. But there were still so many uncertainties, I couldn't make such a request. The mist around Sariel's fingertips dissipated.
Sariel: My intuition tells me this is what I should do.
You: Intuition... How can such a big decision be based on intuition?
Sariel: It has saved me many times on the battlefield. It will be useful this time too.
Sariel: Trust me.
Trust him. Once these two words were spoken by Sariel, I became helpless.
He said his intuition told him to do this, but as he looked at me, besides intuition, there was clearly something else in his eyes. I slowly nodded.
☾ Night: We don't know how to extract it.
You: It can't be separated.
Sariel: Why?
You: I... I don't know how to extract the A substance either. Logically, it should be inside this ball you created.
Sariel was taken aback, looking at me with confusion, his face practically screaming, "What's wrong with that?"
Sariel: Then let's start figuring it out from now on.
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My mind was made up, so all that remained was to find a way. It was almost certain that asking NOVATEN for the extraction technology would not end well. I sat on the sofa, pondering.
Sariel was gazing at the porcelain tea set on the table, seemingly wanting to touch it, but he held back. I couldn't help but smile, picking up the teapot to offer it to him, only to find a square-folded note tucked beneath it.
Qi She's Note: Sis, Lao Qi and I are going to Lin Island, it's urgent!
You: This handwriting... is it Qi She's? No wonder he hasn't responded to my messages, did something happen...?
This thought made me anxious. Lin Island has Man Lou and the medicine to stop degradation, did they discover Factor A? Or even if they haven't, could they find a solution based on this?
It was worth a try, and besides, Modern day Sariel was there now. I put the note away and turned to General Qi, who was studying the ink-wash plum blossom painted on the teapot.
You: Let's go to Lin Island.
Sariel: Where is Lin Island?
You: An island where the Spirit race lives, haven't you heard of it?
Hearing the words "Spirit race settlement," Sariel looked a bit puzzled and then shook his head.
You: So Lin Island's history isn't that long either... Anyway, he's there now.
Sariel: Then let's go.
You: Yes!
The person beside me stood tall. Everything related to the degradation was like a tangled puzzle, and I was tired of being helpless, only able to cry and lament.
But before this, what gave me the right to say such things? It was Sariel, both past and present, who always brought me hope and the courage to speak my mind.
I stood up, feeling another wave of dizziness, my feet stumbling slightly. This time, I quickly regained my balance.
Sariel noticed this slight pause, his eyes downcast. A future filled with turmoil, a person identical to his sister... he wanted to stay longer, to see more.
But, it was no longer possible.
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Chapter 18-13
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