Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

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Paimon comforted Ying from the side and stuffed a Sunset Fruit into her mouth to stop her from whimpering in pain.

As long as you seal your mouth, it's the same as not making a sound, and not making a sound means it doesn't hurt—perfect!

Ying glared resentfully at Paimon, then silently picked up the instant noodles and slurped them up. Speaking of which, these were a winter specialty that Su Ming had sent her before. Putting aside the taste, they were indeed very convenient.

Chapter 123 Miss Sandone, so you're such a perverted person?

The next morning.

Before he was fully awake, Sandonne vaguely heard cheerful music in his dream, along with lively sounds and laughter coming from outside the window.

"It's so noisy..."

Sandonne reluctantly got out of bed with a sweet, nasal sound.

Puppet theater is quite energy-consuming. Generally, after each session, Sandonne would retreat to the workshop and sleep for a day and a night before rewarding herself with delicious food.

Sandonne lazily turned over and met Su Ming's gaze. Su Ming looked like he hadn't woken up yet; it was quite an achievement to be able to sleep like a log in such a noisy environment.

"You're awake, Miss Sandorne."

Lily lowered her voice and whispered, pointing to the breakfast on the table, "You can have something to eat first, we don't know when we'll eat again after we go out."

Sandoni blinked, trying to recall why she woke up in Su Ming's bed and what had happened last night.

It seems she tasted the Mondstadt specialty red wine at the hotel, which was said to be a fresh flavor that couldn't be found in winter. She only took a few sips before she started feeling dizzy, and she couldn't remember much about what happened after that.

She only vaguely remembered that she took off her white stockings and sat on Su Ming's face, then stuffed the wine-stained stockings into his mouth and stirred them.

This was already quite shocking; Sandone's face flushed slightly. It was definitely a case of alcohol causing trouble; she should definitely be more restrained in the future.

However… Sandone remembered that her alcohol tolerance wasn’t that low; she wouldn’t get so drunk and lose consciousness after just a little red wine.

Miss Lily of the Valley looked somewhat guilty. To help the proud young lady find her racetrack as soon as possible, she had specially replaced the label of a bottle of red wine with one that was strong enough to instantly set the entire West Wind Cathedral ablaze with alcohol last night.

One sip of that and not only Sandoni, but even Tvalin would be knocked to the ground, so drunk he wouldn't even know who he was.

Linglan witnessed Sandone grabbing Su Ming last night and trying to drag him into the room to strip him naked. The puppet master was surprisingly straightforward after getting drunk, and his usual arrogance was gone.

Her mouth was full of crazy things like, "Am I not cute? Haven't you ever been attracted to me?", "Why... what do I have that Columbia guy doesn't have? Is it because my breasts are too small, waaaaah...", "I don't care! I'm going to give in to me tonight!"

If this had been recorded, even Sandoni himself probably wouldn't have recognized who it was.

Sandonne asked hesitantly, "Last night... I didn't do anything too outrageous, did I?"

Lily of the Valley pondered for a moment, then quickly gave a sincere smile: "No."

As long as you gag yourself in white stockings, ride in a vacuum, chug a whole bottle of red wine in one gulp, and then vomit it all out, you haven't really done anything excessive.

Hmm... Miss Sandone is surprisingly bold now that she's become honest; even Lily of the Valley blushed a little last night.

Fortunately, Su Ming knocked Sandonne unconscious with a powerful ice shell, preventing the situation from escalating further and denying Sandonne the opportunity to exhibit even more perverse behavior.

At least last night, Sandone's freakishness briefly suppressed Su Ming, which was indeed a miracle.

"Why isn't this guy awake yet?" Sandone pouted, stretched out her little foot and touched Su Ming's butt, somewhat speechless.

Let him be lazy to death, hmph!

Linglan hesitated for a few seconds, but in the end she didn't tell the truth. The main reason was that even though Sandone was unconscious last night, he clung to Su Ming like a koala, which made Su Ming feel weak.

All I can say is that waking up this morning is a success!

Sandoni clearly didn't realize that what happened last night was at least ten times worse than the worst she could have imagined; otherwise, she would never be as calm as she is now.

“Today is the Flower Festival…” Sandoni walked barefoot to the bedside and saw that the hotel was full of colorful flowers, a sight that could not be seen in the winter.

It's not that there are no flowers in winter, but most of them are pure white snow lotuses, and there are very few flowers with such brilliant colors.

Sandonne simply looked at the flowers and a faint smile unconsciously crept onto her lips. No wonder Columbia always liked growing flowers; they really did make people feel better.

She had considered growing flowers in the machine workshop, but given her personality, she always forgot to water them, and they would often wither away after only a few days.

"How lively!" Lily of the Valley joined in, her eyes filled with joy. With that, the mission in Mondstadt was successfully completed. She wondered what kind of stories the journey ahead would bring.

However... in any case, Liyue shouldn't have that many white silk threads anymore.

In this way, Su Ming's leukothrix syndrome should also be able to be effectively controlled.

"Why isn't he awake yet?" Sandonne frowned slightly, but then seemed to realize something and revealed a sly smile.

She sat on the edge of the bed, put on her white stockings, and then stuffed the ice cream into Su Ming's mouth, stirring it up and down as she did so.

This scene completely stunned Linglan. No... Miss Sandone, so you're such a perverted person?

I really underestimated her before! It wasn't just a perverted behavior triggered by alcohol; Sandone was a pervert to begin with.

That makes sense; who wouldn't be a pervert if they were around Su Ming? It's just that Sandone is more subtle about it.

Su Ming frowned slightly as he felt the foreign object in his mouth, but it had an unusually sweet taste, almost without the odor of sweat, only a faint sweet fragrance, like being in a flower garden.

Without a doubt, only white stockings can bring such supreme enjoyment; the question is, whose white stockings are these?

First, we can rule out lily of the valley. The little nun's white silk stockings always have a faint snow lotus scent, which must be because she takes good care of her feet every day to make the snow lotus fragrance so strong.

As for Sandone, Su Ming began to have some uncertainty. After all, Sandone didn't seem like the kind of person who could do something so heaven-defying, unless he had been possessed by him.

Su Ming simply opened his eyes and saw the familiar ice cream being stuffed into his mouth, so he subconsciously took a bite.

"what!"

Sandonne exclaimed in surprise, and when she saw Su Ming wake up, she pretended not to care and snorted, "What's wrong with you? What time is it? Are you going to wait until tonight to go to the Wind Flower Festival?"

"It's not impossible," Su Ming said with a smile. What if there's a hot spring festival tonight?

Su Ming looked at Sandone and couldn't help but feel a little scared. This girl was like a man possessed last night, and after drinking some red wine, she almost dragged him to the front of the West Wind Cathedral and did it to him.

Fortunately, he acted quickly, nipping Sandonne's criminal thoughts in the bud with a large ice shard.

Chapter 124: Heart

Festivals are a foreign concept to Sandoni.

Since becoming a puppet, festivals seem to have lost all connection to her.

Did she ever look forward to holidays long, long ago?

That memory has long since become incredibly blurry, and now it's completely impossible to recall, leaving only fragmented images and a silent world.

She's not sure if she's really capable of experiencing what's called love right now.

Can she truly feel these emotions now... can she truly feel what is called "love"?

Ultimately, puppets don't have hearts.

Does she, who has no heart, really have the right to crave that tenderness?

A puppet is a body pulled by strings.

The executioner is a weapon that carries out orders.

Sandoni is a soulless, rootless man.

How could she dare to ask for more warmth? Can a soul truly be born from cold gears?

Sandonne knew very well that the most exquisite machines in the machine workshop were never those tools, weapons, or even... dumplings.

The most ingenious machine is actually her.

Inside the mechanical workshop, bewildered machines search for the door called the heart.

The search has no end; consciousness dissipates and reassembles like bubbles. She walks on her own corpses, a body without a heart, as many as she wants.

Where your heart is, your body will be.

In the end, all that remains are lonely memories and broken wreckage that can never be picked up again.

Does the soul have color?

What color will it be? Red... or blue? Can anyone tell her the answer...?

She liked to quietly hide in the workshop, an empty workshop where there was no sound of anyone's heartbeat.

She had never told anyone these things. The puppet only needed to stand quietly in the center of the stage, waiting for the curtain to open so it could be pulled by the strings and dance gracefully.

As long as there are threads... is a soul really necessary?

But can she still be called a human being after all this?

Sandonne liked to stay by Sue's side simply because he could feel the warmth of his soul when he was with him.

It's the beating of a heart, the throbbing deep within the soul, it's... love?

Is that really love? What is love? Is simply liking someone enough to be called love?

Does she deserve it? Is she worthy? What makes her so special?

Deep within her mind, an angry voice seemed to be constantly questioning her, telling her: a person without a heart is not worthy of touching passionate love.

Just like a bubble, wouldn't it be better if it bursts silently?

Shouldn't puppets just leave the stage quietly like this?

Before the curtain rises, after the lights dim, it shatters silently, sinking into endless darkness, falling ever deeper and deeper.

There was no light, no sound, only deathly darkness.

She is a puppet, a lost soul without a past, a failure who cannot see the future.

Yes……

I promise you, I will not abandon you.

I don't care about your past, and I don't need any so-called future, all I want is the present moment when we can embrace.

"The past is created by the present, and the future will be shaped by my own hands. What, don't you trust me?"

"I will be your heart."

who is it?

So warm, so intense, yet so unattainable.