Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

The next day, as night was about to fall.

Ruan Mei's thick eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly awoke from her deep sleep, her eyes filled with confusion.

The ceiling looks a little unfamiliar; has something been forgotten...?

Looking at the time, the system time was 18:51.

Glancing out the window, the lingering sunset, marking the beginning of summer, was just beginning to fade.

Why did you sleep for so long... and you were sleeping on the living room sofa.

What happened before I fell asleep last night... I only remember drinking alcohol.

Ruan Mei gently patted her groggy head, feeling that her memories of yesterday were quite fragmented.

Perhaps it would be better to wash up first?

Squeeze out toothpaste to clean your teeth carefully, then scoop up a puddle of water and splash it on your cheeks to wash away the invisible substances excreted from your pores during metabolism.

Her hair was a little messy, but after patiently combing it, she inserted two hairpins into the hair knot to secure it, and then tucked her sideburns behind her ears.

Still feeling the effects of alcohol.

Strange, what kind of alcohol could prevent her from metabolizing it all night?

Ruan Mei frowned, noticing her empty stomach. After a brief thought, she went into the kitchen and decided to make some pastries as a snack for tomorrow afternoon, and then make a simple dinner.

Take out the prepared fresh milk, fermented rice juice, rock sugar, and almond slices.

In addition, you also need three good moods and a summer night breeze.

For a genius, it is not surprising or difficult to use abstract concepts in creation.

Boil fresh milk with rock sugar over low heat, then strain it with three portions of "Good Mood" (a type of Chinese liquor) and place it on the windowsill to cool in the evening breeze.

Once it's almost done, pour in the fermented rice juice, stir well, divide into portions, and steam for about fifteen minutes.

After cooling and solidifying again, add almond slices and put it in the refrigerator. After three hours, it will be at its best in terms of taste and flavor.

Afterwards, Ruan Mei made another type of lotus root starch and osmanthus sugar cake that Qi Zhimu had tasted before.

After finishing the pastries, I simply prepared three dishes and a soup.

Estella prepared many ingredients for her, but unfortunately, the quality was far inferior to those cultivated in her own little world.

If the quality is not good enough, the taste will naturally be affected.

The rice has distinct layers, and each grain is crystal white.

The dishes were cooked to perfection, preserving the freshness of the ingredients without compromising their rich nutritional value.

But Ruan Mei felt as if she had seen this scene before.

But I always felt like something was missing, maybe it was a drink?

He kept taking out various drinks and placing them on the table, but the doubt between his brows did not diminish in the slightest.

Until a jar of plum blossom wine appeared.

...Yes...

Taking the glass, Ruan Mei carefully poured wine into it, filling it about two-thirds full, and then put the glass back in.

It was at this moment that she froze.

Several of my most cherished memories floated into my mind.

No wonder it felt so familiar, yet something seemed missing—the student sitting next to me was missing…

The three dishes and one soup on the table were the ones that Amu made for her when she was 17.

It is simple, yet it contains the purest feelings that students have for their teachers.

"Amu..."

Ruan Mei lost her voice instinctively, and her pupils moved irregularly.

She remembered.

She also recalled meeting him in this life at the Black Tower Space Station.

But he had forgotten everyone.

Did he prepare this dinner himself in the hopes of inviting Amu over sometime, hoping to evoke his long-dormant memories through the scenery?

If it's just something that's been sealed away...

Ruan Mei stared blankly for a long time, only occasionally moving her chopsticks.

The food tasted fine, but she found it utterly unpalatable.

Fortunately, it's summer on Azure Star; otherwise, the soup and dishes would have been completely cold within an hour or two.

Things are fine for now, but at this moment, Ruan Mei put down her chopsticks and picked up the plum blossom wine that she hadn't looked at since it was poured out.

The thick, mellow liquor enters the throat, and the refreshing, rich plum aroma penetrates the olfactory system, working hand in hand with the taste buds.

After drinking half a glass of wine, the faint melancholy on Ruan Mei's face dissipated considerably.

She finished her drink, a gentle smile playing on her lips, exuding a refined and intellectual beauty.

I feel much better now.

After having dinner and resting for a while, Ruan Mei went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Soaking in the water allows you to enjoy a relaxing and comfortable experience.

Summer nights aren't too humid, and when a gentle breeze blows, the feeling is indescribable.

After soaking for more than ten minutes, Ruan Mei changed into simple clothes and went out for a walk along the quiet street.

All the houses in this area have long been owned by Black Tower alone.

Outsiders can't get in at all, and you can wander around without being disturbed.

Correspondingly, there wasn't much light, only dim streetlights and small creatures of the night faithfully working, making their presence felt.

The sound of cicadas filled the air, while the streetlights cast a dim glow in the twilight.

As Ruan Mei walked against the wind, her steps unconsciously came to a stop.

She walked around in a big circle and finally stopped in front of Qi Zhimu's house.

The villa next door is where she is temporarily staying, no more than thirty meters away.

The light was still on in one of Qi Zhimu's rooms, indicating that he had not yet rested.

It's just past 22 PM now, and the pastries I made not long ago are now at their best flavor.

Or, should we take some in advance and give them to Amu?

Let's ask first.

Ruan Mei took out her phone and dialed the contact number given to her by Qi Zhimu.

The communication was pending for several seconds before being manually interrupted.

Ruan Mei tilted her head.

Is it inconvenient?

After waiting another two minutes to redial, the call was interrupted even faster, almost in less than two seconds.

After waiting a few more minutes, all that could be heard was a unified reminder from interstellar peace communications.

"The user you are trying to contact has turned off their signal access."

This……

Ruan Mei felt a sharp pain in her brain for a moment.

She couldn't help but frown, noticing fragmented images flashing through her mind, but she couldn't quite grasp them.

What exactly have I forgotten...?

I need to go back and check it.

Ruan Mei temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​knocking on the door and returned to her residence to quickly review her memories.

It wouldn't matter if I didn't investigate, but once I entered the deepest part of the sea of ​​memories and saw those memories that were suppressed at the bottom and could not surface for the time being, my breath hitched.

She remained rooted to the spot, not moving an inch no matter how many times the clock hands spun.

After an unknown amount of time, Ruan Mei finally raised her blank face, waved her hand, and conjured a light butterfly out of thin air.

The butterfly flew outside and landed on the window of a room with the lights on, resting on the curtain gap where the interior was almost invisible.

Through the shared perspective and perception of butterflies, they take in the entire internal situation.

The faint, intermittent sounds kept seeping into my mind.

"...Oh my god..."

The man's strong back was visible, the woman's knees were draped over his arm, her chin rested on his shoulder, and her eyes were filled with a dreamy look.

Her slightly parted mouth was breathing rapidly, creating a pleasant concerto with the former's occasional low breaths.

…For the person involved, it was pleasing to the ear.

For Ruan Mei, it was jarring.

She remembered...she remembered everything.

Forget-Me-Not Plum Blossom Wine cannot erase memories; it only makes you temporarily forget… The two words, "temporarily forget" and "forget," have vastly different meanings.

Ruan Mei killed the butterfly, looking utterly distraught. She desperately tried to banish the images from her mind, but to no avail.

After a moment of silence, she took out a sharp, small dagger...