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Thinking this through, Qiong stopped worrying; after all, it was just a dream.

And so, Qiong sometimes became lost in dreams, and sometimes she was aware that she was dreaming.

But it's different from a completely lucid dream; it's a strange state of being on the verge of waking up.

In this dreamlike atmosphere that seemed to transcend time and space, Qiong and Xilian lived their shameless and carefree lives day after day.

"Qiong, actually, I've always loved you very, very much."

A tone as sweet as a lark's.

"Um?"

Qiong blinked and turned her head to look at the pink-haired girl sitting in her arms.

Her hair was fluffy like clouds, with small waves at the ends, and was gently blown to one side by the wind, revealing her elf ears.

"Hehe, were you scared?"

The girl in the purple and white off-shoulder dress winked playfully, her eyes slightly upturned at the corners, like little hooks that entice people.

"Don't be nervous, they're just considering it. If they're going to write a foreword for a commemorative album, it has to be a sentence that can move people no matter how many times they open it."

The girl's eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

"After much thought, I realize that 'love' is indeed the most suitable word. After all, only the purest emotions can transcend time and remain unchanged."

"So direct, typical of you."

Qiong smiled and pinched the tip of her nose.

"Really? But in other people's eyes, liking someone is a very simple and natural behavior, isn't it?"

The pink-haired girl rested her chin on her hand.

"Hehe, you don't need to think about it too much. We've been together for a very, very long time."

"So, they want to record every little thing they've experienced together, leaving no stone unturned."

"A scrapbook that makes you smile unconsciously as you flip through it sounds wonderful, doesn't it?"

The young girl, with one hand on her hip, exudes charm and strikes a vibrant wink pose, her right index finger raised.

"You remember such details?"

“They have a secret – they replay things in their minds from time to time. And it’s not just things that actually happened, but also some conversations that previously only existed in their imaginations, but are still precious memories. How about we write them all in?”

"Do we even need to record the evening's activities?"

With a mischievous grin, Qiong reached out and pulled the girl even closer into his arms.

Sensing the rich aura enveloping her and the intense heat, the pink-haired girl's pretty face flushed crimson.

"Although I'm a little embarrassed, you can do it if you want."

"Then you write it down, and I'll proofread the details."

Wait a minute, why does this conversation feel strangely familiar?

Isn't this the kind of creative play he and Mrs. Xia Die used to do?

What happened to Xi Lian?

No one should know except myself and Xia Die, maybe Mimi at most.

Where did Xi Lian learn her skills?

Confused and lost in thought, Qiong entered a semi-conscious state.

Oh, so I was dreaming.

That's alright then.

I'll say it again.

A person doesn't dream about things they haven't experienced.

Is this current scene, the dream-building material, a play between myself and Xia Die?

Qiong couldn't help but chuckle.

"Let me see how well Mrs. Xilian writes!"

Qiong lowered her head, her gaze falling on the open commemorative album decorated with wisteria flower patterns.

The delicate handwriting caught her eye, and Qiong's playful smile froze, her eyes widening slightly.

"Um?"

"What's wrong?"

Xi Lian turned around, her smile bright, and naturally planted a light kiss on the corner of Qiong's lips.

In an instant, Qiongyi felt as if the girl in his arms had transformed into March 7.

This action is very much in line with the customs of the seventh day of the third lunar month.

Have the memories of being with Ah Qi become material for my dreams?

It seems like there's no problem.

Could it be that Xi Lian learned it from March 7th?

She doesn't know March 7th.

The problem is...

Have we lived here for this long?

Qiong gazed at the commemorative album in front of Xi Lian, noticing the numbers at the top.

"7091231......"

Is this number in days?

Something's not right, is it?

He stayed in his dream for over 19,000 years?

Impossible, right?

It didn't feel like that long at all.

This dream is even more absurd than the flow of time in Onphalus.

So, another question arises: if it's not the number of days, what could this million-digit number represent?

"This one?"

Xi Lian followed his gaze, her azure eyes also showing genuine confusion as she tilted her head.

"Nobody knows what this number means... Maybe it's a little code that records our happiness?"

As a seasoned Masked Fool, few can lie to Sora.

Especially when the two were in close proximity, Qiong could see all the subtle changes in the girl's facial expressions, and he was certain that Xi Lian was not lying.

"It's probably...not something important, right?"

Xi Lian blinked, trying to dispel the small cloud of doubt.

"Oh, that's true."

Qiong's sense of lucidity faded, and she entered a state of unconsciousness, lost in a dream.

In that instant of switching, Qiong didn't see Xi Lian smile, a smile that resembled that of a weasel who had stolen a chicken, utterly blissful.

But that moment ended quickly.

The pink-haired girl has returned to the same state as Sora.

Under the gaze of her beloved, the shy young girl blushed and, suppressing her embarrassment, used a quill pen to scribble down the enchanting scenes from her fantasies in the scrapbook.

"Oh dear, it's gotten dark again without me even noticing~"

Xi Lian suddenly closed the commemorative album, turned around with her hands behind her back, and smiled with a hint of sly anticipation.

"Tonight... let's follow the script we just wrote, okay? It'll be so romantic!"

"Yeah, it's really romantic enough to give you... a lot of motivation."

Qiong cupped the girl's shallow dimples and fair cheeks and kissed her.

The curtain of the dream has fallen once more.

The spearhead is already lit!

As the starry sky shone brightly, Qiong launched a fiery spear charge.

In a daze, I regained consciousness.

This feeling of being enveloped and the rhythm of the internal folds... something's not right.

She doesn't seem like Xi Lian; she seems more like a saintess...

Could it be that the dream data that forms Xi Lian's body comes from the Saintess ladies?

Doubt made Qiong instinctively lift her head from the incredibly soft front armor.

Then he saw it: red hair fluttering like fiery mulberry blossoms.

It was only after a long time that Qiong realized that Xilian's forward-mounted armor was not of this scale.

Therefore, there is only one truth.

"Ah Qiong, you're awake!"

Exuding a mature charm like a ripe peach, the sophisticated and elegant Tirispius, a woman of marriageable age, let out a surprised cry and excitedly embraced Qiong.

Coach, someone has committed a charge here.

“Titi.”

In a flash, Qiong fully regained consciousness, though she had mumbled something in a daze beforehand.

"Is it your turn now?"

Well, it's Miss Titi eating at the buffet.

"I, I actually..."

Upon hearing Qiong's murmur, Titi's charming face instantly flushed red, her eyes filled with the panic of being caught cheating.

Discovered!

They actually discovered that they were secretly using his body to do this while he was asleep!

Miss Saintess was completely unaware that her actions had already been betrayed and reported by her accomplice, Miss Xiadie, leaving her completely exposed.

Extreme shyness burned like a raging fire within Tirispyos, making her body even hotter.

That's the signal from the other eight Tirispeius: Move fast!

Don't stop at the crucial moment.

Titi forcefully suppressed the feeling of empathy, resulting in her becoming as suffocated as a ripe tomato, almost steaming.

How can she continue like this?!

"I see."

Qiong was in a very good mood when she woke up to see Titi looking extremely embarrassed.

How long did I sleep this time?

"It is now the year 3943 in the Guangli calendar... You have been asleep for 65 years..."

Titi's voice was barely audible, trembling slightly with lingering desire.

Time has left no trace on Titi; this is the divinity of a childlike heart.

"Is there any progress on the journey to seek fire? How is Aglaia doing?"

Qiong's palm glided naturally over Titi's soft, delicate shoulders, gently caressing them in a soothing manner.

"Aya successfully passed the Fire Seed Trial in the year 3930 of the Light Calendar and became a Romantic Demigod."

Enjoying her lover's caresses, Tirispie's shyness gradually faded as they discussed serious matters.