Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

Could there be a problem with the wiring?

No, this feeling of familiarity is...

Thump. The lights went out completely, and a few petals drifted down from somewhere.

Sally raised her hand, wanting the petal to fall into her palm. The faint light, like fireflies, shone brightly and beautifully in the pitch-black darkness.

But before they could even touch it, the petals vanished into thin air.

Then Navia heard a familiar voice.

"Beautiful things often hide danger. If it were me, I wouldn't touch the petals."

Good evening, two lovely ladies.

coming!

"The moon is not bright tonight, and the clouds are thick, which may indeed make people feel depressed, but always wearing a bitter face will make you two lose your charm."

Luna leaned against the window, her smile beneath the mask gentle and captivating.

“A beautiful girl naturally deserves a captivating smile, don’t you agree, Miss Navia?”

Navia couldn't manage a smile; her face remained serious. "So, the Phantom Thief White Cat has appeared!"

"Oh dear, why do you look like you've encountered a formidable enemy? I'm the one who should be saying I'm innocent."

"I was taking a nice bath at home, thinking I'd pick up a newspaper to kill some time, when I saw—'The victim of the phantom thief White Cat's harassment recounts his experience....."

Luna smiled and said, "Even I have human rights, you know? If I accuse this lady of defamation, my chances of winning are one hundred percent."

She only wants to flirt with pretty girls who suit her taste.

“First, you have to be able to stand on the accusing side in the trial,” Navia retorted.

"Maybe I will?"

When Sally saw Luna, it was like seeing hope itself; she was instantly filled with energy.

"Phantom Thief White Cat, I... I really wanted to see you, so I used that method to attract your attention. I'm so sorry!"

Luna's smile remained unchanged: "I don't mind. Others' expectations of me, their liking of me, their dislike of me—none of it matters to me."

"Then why did you come here?" Navia asked in surprise.

Can we really believe someone who says they don't care?

"Because I'm curious."

“Curiosity killed the cat,” Navia said, arms crossed.

"It's okay, I have nine lives, I won't die."

As Luna spoke, she lightly leaped down. Navia instinctively tried to protect Sally, but Sally shook her head.

"Are we really going to do this?" Navia couldn't help but ask again.

"Ah."

Sally mustered her courage, knelt down, and said, "Phantom Thief White Cat, I want to ask you for a favor—"

"I reject."

As expected. Navia thought to herself, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Please listen to my request first!"

Luna strolled around the room casually, looking around: "Those who want me to come over are either the captain who wants to pin me to the floor, or they want to take advantage of me."

"Tell me, what right do you have to make me listen to your presumptuous request?"

They really don't hold back when they speak.

Navia stood to the side, watching Luna. But even so, the phantom thief, White Cat, still arrived, knowing full well that the latter wanted to use her.

But thinking about it, it's not surprising; this guy just likes to confront things head-on.

And this is often very effective.

Sally's expression changed. Qualifications? She certainly didn't. She didn't even have any treasures.

"I know information about the treasure..."

The sword light flashed.

In the blink of an eye, Luna's sword was already pressed against Sally's neck, the blade lightly lifting her chin.

"Do you think I would need it?" Luna asked softly.

"Stop, Phantom Thief White Cat! Don't hurt innocent people!" Navia pulled out her axe and lowered her body.

Obviously, if necessary, he would swing an axe at you in the next second.

Luna's lips curled into a smile: "Can someone who wants a phantom thief to steal treasure be considered an innocent person?"

"If you haven't accepted her, then she doesn't count yet."

At least at this moment, Sally is not.

Luna nodded in satisfaction: "What if she becomes a sinner?"

"...If necessary, I will take her to the security station myself."

Luna and Navia stared at each other for a long time.

Then, Luna slowly sheathed her sword: "That's what I like about Miss Navia."

Navia put down her axe as well: "Thank you, but I don't like you."

All she received in return was a gentle smile from Luna.

Suddenly, for some reason, Navia felt a tightness in her chest.

That smile made her feel incredibly kind and warm, but when she looked at Luna again, all she saw was the same elegant and polite smile as always.

“I know what you want, and I know why you want it—I saw you completely before I came here.”

Sally's expression was complicated.

Luna took out a card from her pocket and flicked it lightly.

The card slid into her line of sight.

"Therefore, I will issue your pre-announcement letter. Read it aloud, and remember it well."

Sally read aloud in a trembling voice:

“Sally, tragedy is equal for all, suffering is equal for all, but whether one falls into depravity is not determined by fate, nor by you—four days from now at six o’clock in the afternoon, I will accept your hope and your future as a pianist at the Keyboard Grand Ceremony.”

Navia was speechless for a moment.

The phantom thief, White Cat, says he's going to steal her hope and future?

What does this mean?

Can other people's hopes and futures be considered treasures to the phantom thief White Cat?

And the harpsichord ceremony... what exactly does she want to do at that event?

Numerous questions filled Navia's mind, but before she could ask them, she noticed that Luna had disappeared without her noticing.

A sob rang out, and Sally knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly.

Navia didn't know why she was crying. Was it because the phantom thief refused her request and she lost hope, or was she crying because she was frightened by the phantom thief?

Unable to offer any words of comfort, Navia could only silently gaze at the window through which the curtains were billowing.

Thump. The lights came back on.

Just like on the stage four days later.

Four days later.

The gatekeeper looked at the girl in front of him and compared her picture with the picture of the contestant on the list.

"Miss Sally, is this way please?"

"Thank you very much."

After her figure disappeared into the passage, another guard nudged his arm.

"Isn't Sally the violinist who broke her hand? How come she's healed so quickly?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because of an amazing constitution. Perhaps they used some kind of magical prescription... I've heard that the prescriptions from Liyue are quite wonderful."

"But can you still play the piano well after breaking your hand once? Injuring bones and tendons will always have some aftereffects."

"I guess they're here to fulfill a dream," the gatekeeper shrugged.

That's true. The other security guard nodded in agreement.

It is precisely because they know they cannot succeed that they exhaust themselves to the point of utter despair.

Little did they know, the figure that disappeared into the depths of the passage was not the real person.

She opened the cover of the hand mirror, and her face was reflected in the mirror.

He raised his hand, gently brushed it across, and his expression changed accordingly.

Luna smiled and said, "You're glad I can conjure up your face, Miss Sally."

And next, she only has two things to do.

1. Wait.

2. Step onto the stage.