Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

The morning light streamed in through the half-open glass window, casting a dreamlike glow on the two figures.

Black Tower picked up his silver fork, poked at a piece of bacon, and put it in his mouth. The aroma of the fat spread between his lips and teeth, and a look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

She turned to look at the thick and soft seafood porridge, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it slightly, and then put it in her mouth.

The fresh porridge slid down my throat, warming me all the way to my stomach.

The lingering languor from waking up early has quietly dissipated at this moment.

Black Tower ate slowly, but with elegant and composed movements.

The fried egg on the plate was quickly cut open, revealing golden egg yolk mixed with baked beans in tomato sauce, creating distinct layers of flavor.

After enjoying the two very different breakfasts, the feeling of fullness in her stomach made her close her eyes comfortably.

"If we can maintain this level of performance every day..."

Hei Ta put down his cutlery and leaned back lazily in his chair, a clear smile playing on his lips.

"This genius might consider setting aside a tiny bit of his precious time to have breakfast with you."

"Let me make it clear beforehand that I simply acknowledge your culinary skills; I have absolutely no intention of indulging in any culinary pleasure."

Qi Zhimu chuckled, having broken the Black Tower's power with just one sentence.

"You made my character a hypocrite and arrogant person, fine, but why did you imitate that yourself?"

"Don't you like tsundere types?"

"I don't dislike you, it's just not right for you. Just be your most authentic self."

Before she could speak, Qi Zhimu propped his cheek up with one hand and asked, "Seriously, which style of breakfast do you prefer?"

"They're all just average, none of them are as appealing as you. If I could eat you every morning when I wake up, I wouldn't need to eat breakfast."

"Uh... I didn't expect you to say such flirtatious things." Qi Zhimu was also taken aback.

"I've changed so much, don't you feel a serious sense of loss?"

Black Tower's eyebrows arched in a meaningful arc.

He seemed to take what he just said as a joke...

"No matter how much things change, the Black Tower is still the same Black Tower. I've changed quite a bit too. If I hadn't been so determined, I probably would have been more influenced by my colleagues."

Hei Ta took another sip of porridge, and seeing Qi Zhimu eating so quickly, asked with interest, "Besides wolfing down your food, what else is there?"

"That must be because she's been sweet-talking you." Qi Zhimu said seriously.

"I know, it's all about swearing and having a foul mouth."

"Most of the patrolling rangers don't like beating around the bush; they're straightforward, say what they mean, and use a lot of vulgar language."

"That's good. Putting aside the profanity, my style of doing things is pretty much the same as the sea patrol knight you described."

At this point, Black Tower's eyebrows curved slightly.

"Besides, my brother Mu said back then that he liked the confident and flamboyant Black Tower the most, and now, I like this version of myself too."

"You still remember that line..."

"I remember everything you've said. Have you forgotten our important experiences and promises?"

"It's hard to say..." Qi Zhimu stroked his chin, lost in thought.

Heita pretended to be angry and pouted, little did she know that in the former's eyes, her cute little expression was incredibly amusing.

"Hard to say, huh? I'll ask you questions, and you answer. If you can't answer or give the wrong answer, hmph..."

"What will be the consequences?" Qi Zhimu raised an eyebrow.

"If you answer a question wrong, you won't be able to get out of bed for a whole day," Black Tower said, making a startling statement.

Huh?

Qi Zhimu was surprised, trying to find a blush and shyness on Hei Ta's face.

However, no.

She seemed serious...

Qi Zhimu felt a little weak in the heart.

He understands the true value of genius; it's not difficult for a genius to do something like this—there are countless ways.

But don't misunderstand, it's just that I feel guilty about imagining days when I can't get out of bed, not because I've forgotten.

Because—he couldn't possibly answer incorrectly.

"Go ahead and ask, I'm ready."

Seeing his confident demeanor, Black Tower posed the first question.

What was the first gift I gave you?

"Witch's hat".

"On my eighth birthday, you..."

As time went on, Black Tower became increasingly unhappy with his questions.

Qi Zhimu can remember and answer even the most trivial matters, so how could her scheme not be thwarted?

She wasn't going to let it go so easily after being interrupted twice last night.

Forget about being reserved; that's all for show. She just wants to mark this reunion after hundreds of years, and—

She wanted to instill her colors in Qi Zhimu, and to warn those women who plotted against him.

Gradually, Qi Zhimu also sensed that something was wrong.

He could see through Black Tower's intentions, but such things don't need a reason, it's like... deliberately trying to make him answer a few questions wrong.

At this moment, no matter how hard Qi Zhimu racked his brains, he would never have imagined that Black Tower's current behavior was entirely due to his personal property.

Besides the key she gave him, there were two other items on the pendant hanging from his waist...

With Black Tower's intellect, what possibility couldn't he guess?

She didn't care how Qi Zhimu brought his important belongings from his previous life into his new one.

All we need to know is that she is not an isolated case!

That sachet must have been a gift from a woman, as must that broken jade pendant. It's broken into such a state; heaven knows how complicated the story behind it is.

Who knows... it might be more complicated than her and his two major experiences.

She didn't want to know the specifics, but she felt a sense of crisis.

Seeing that the Black Tower showed no signs of giving up, Qi Zhimu felt helpless and had no choice but to deliberately answer a few questions incorrectly.

"Three of them, my Zhimu..."

"Hmm, three. So... what are your plans next?"

Qi Zhimu stretched his long fingers toward his neck, unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, revealing his collarbone and half of his muscular chest.

The tension in his movements, combined with his slim physique when dressed but muscular when unclothed, speaks volumes.

The implications were also very strong.

The Black Tower was not lost in the moment, but its gaze wandered aimlessly.

"...I can't guess what you're really struggling with. We don't need to hold back between us; we can speak frankly," Qi Zhimu sighed.

Women's hearts are hard to fathom, even for geniuses.

He didn't want to guess; it was exhausting.

"That's right, hesitation isn't the Black Tower's style."

Hei Ta collected his scattered thoughts and looked intently at Qi Zhimu's face.

"I'm more concerned about the origins of the other two pendants on your waist, besides the key I gave you, and the musical instrument that looked like a weapon last night."

Qi Zhimu was slightly taken aback, not expecting the reason for Black Tower's unease to be so simple.

But...

"I can wait until the day you're willing to talk, but if you never want to talk, I won't ask again," Heta added.

Qi Zhimu calmly took off the ornament and gently placed it on the table.

"To be honest, I didn't know. It was only when I saw your doll on the space station that I remembered our past life and this key."

Black Tower's expression froze: "Wait, you saw my doll?!"