Weak in affinity talent? Female ghosts are eager to give hints.

"this..."

"This is?!"

An Lan looked at the arrival of the origami crane with surprise, lost in thought.

"Did the [45] favorability rating take effect?"

"She's offering to help me?"

Slowly removing the origami crane from her shoulder, she unfolded it, revealing a red square piece of paper with a line of delicate blood-written characters: "The flowers fall helplessly."

"what?"

"The flowers fall helplessly... the swallows return, seemingly familiar?"

An Lan naturally thought of the second half of the poem. She blinked and looked at the woman with the red veil. Under the red veil, her thin red lips were upturned, as if she were smiling.

"Is she... hinting at something again?"

"The flowers fall helplessly, the swallows return seemingly familiar." This poem, "Huanxi Sha" by Yan Shu, expresses the passing of things and the arrival of the new.

"etc..."

His gaze lingered on the hand of the woman with the red veil, who was still pointing at herself.

On those withered, white hand bones, the fingernails were deformed and curved, slowly rotating in circles.

"Spinning around..."

"hiss--"

He subconsciously looked down at his arm, where the spiral blood patterns emanated a faint pain.

"This Yunhan should be the true form of the goddess I conquered before... Because I conquered her, I met Xiao Yunhan, and she will have a natural affinity for me..."

"The two Yunhans from different time periods both hint at the spiral pattern and the meaning of 'Huanxi Sha'... coupled with lost memories... a familiar sense of déjà vu..."

"Could it be... the spiral of the past and the new... could it be... I'm reliving all of this! But with each experience, the memories are reset, completing an endless cycle?!"

!!!

I was suddenly startled by this idea!

An Lan stared intently at Yun Han and slowly recited a line of poetry: "Fate is determined by what one encounters; its cycles cannot be fathomed..."

【drop--】

[You have gained +5 points of favorability from Yunhan!]

[Current favorability rating: 50 points!]

[You have a newly unlocked affection CG waiting to be played. Do you want to play it?]

【whether?】

The moment An Lan finished reciting the poem, he heard the system's voice, and a smile immediately appeared on his lips: "You guessed right!"

Although they couldn't directly ask Yunhan to get information out of her, the two had already found common ground in their poetry.

"I... am going through a cycle..."

"I need to find a way to escape this cycle... or rather, leave more clues for the next cycle..."

I was thinking about a plan in my head...

"You've even started reciting poetry?"

"Do you think you're Li Bai?!"

Mo Han's mocking voice rang out, and the tombstone-faced child in his arms had already placed his hands on An Lan's neck: "Big brother—big brother—what about the food you promised—"

"If you won't give it to me... I'll just do it myself—"

"Well--"

A chilling aura emanated from the tombstone face. Sensing this, An Lan quickly folded the origami crane into tiny pieces of "flesh paper" and stuffed them one by one into the tombstone face's mouth.

"Ugh—Ugh—"

The tombstone-faced man squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and his favorability rating instantly jumped from -15 to 15!

"call..."

An Lan let out a long breath and returned to the dining table.

He hesitated, wiping the blood from the tombstone in his arms with his fingers. Near the spiral wound on his arm, he wrote a line of bloody words: "You are experiencing a cycle..."

"By the time you see this sentence, you've already lost your memory!"

"You will experience different stages of Yunhan's life, so don't doubt the system's judgment when you see little Yunhan. Yunhan will help you; just remember... daytime is her childhood, nighttime is when she is buried with you..."

"When burying a deceased person together, do not sit at the head or tail of the fish..."

"..."

An Lan wrote down all the known clues on his arm, because he had guessed them!

Why don't I have any memories of the past?

It's very simple!

I must have failed last time; I couldn't break free from the cycle.

What about this time?

Still no clue!

Therefore, just in case Yunhan goes back to her childhood and loses her memory again, it's always good to prepare in advance!

"Hey... Anlan, what are you writing?"

Liu Xuan watched An Lan's actions curiously. An Lan had her head buried under the table, so Liu Xuan couldn't see what An Lan was writing. Hearing this, An Lan looked up, glanced at her, and hesitated before saying, "I'm writing down the current situation to help me piece together the clues..."

"oh--"

"But... we don't have any clues yet, right? This is our first time in this courtyard... and who is the person in that coffin?"

"..."

As the two were talking, Mo Han squinted and looked in the direction of the coffin.

"Anlan! Anlan!!!"

Why did that woman help you?!

"Is it...is it because of that poem?! Or is it that your talent came into play?!"

"Tell me! Tell me! How can I get that woman's help?"

"..."

A reprimanding voice rang out, but An Lan remained engrossed in writing. Seeing that the other person ignored her, Mo Han resumed her performance: "All eyes are on me! All eyes are on me—"

"I'll say it!"

"The east wind at night releases a thousand trees of blossoms, and blows down stars like rain. The road is filled with the fragrance of fine carriages and jeweled horses..."

"..."

After the poem "Qing Yu An" was finished, the scene fell silent. Yunhan, completely disinterested, slumped back into the coffin.

Mo Han's face darkened, and he immediately began to recite another poem!

An Lan ignored the other party's antics, and after finishing writing down all the clues, he looked at the system's new favorability CG and chose to play it.

【Om—】

Suddenly, a heartwarming scene flashed through my mind.

It was still that pink little house.

Yunhan lay in bed, looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, and curiously watching the children playing downstairs.

"Xiaohan—do you really want to go outside and play?"

Sitting in front of the bed this time was a woman with long, gentle hair and round-framed glasses.

"Mom...how long will it take for your fever to subside?"

"I want to go to the amusement park!"

"You mustn't run around when you have a fever! You need to rest well. Here—how about Mommy teaches Xiaohan how to fold origami cranes? If you fold a thousand origami cranes, you can make a wish—"

"Really? Then I'll wish for my recovery!"

"good--"

The woman took large sheets of drawing paper from a jar and scattered them on the bed. The mother and daughter folded origami cranes, and the room was filled with warmth and coziness.

After a long while, the woman looked at her watch, then patted Yunhan's head: "Xiaohan, Mommy has to go to school... Be good at home by yourself, okay?"

"But...Mom...I'm scared..."

"Oh dear—Xiaohan's even being coquettish..."

"Knock knock knock—"

"Here... take this! Just shake the rattle, and Mom and Dad will be back soon!"

"Knock knock knock—"

From who knows where, the woman took out a rattle drum and placed it next to Yunhan.

"Wow--"

"Rattle drum!!!"

"..."

The memories end here.

When An Lan opened her eyes again, her expression was even more complicated.

"A thousand origami cranes?"

He looked toward the coffin. Inside the main house in the small courtyard, the two middle-aged men who had been sitting upright suddenly stood up slowly, followed by the complete tombstone figures!

"Gentlemen! Gentlemen!"

"Everyone is welcome to attend our son's joint funeral!"

"The auspicious time has arrived! Joint burial!!!"

"Good! Good! Good!!!"

"..."

As the two tombstone men raised their shovels, the entire courtyard descended into madness, filled with shouts and screams.

"Giggle giggle—"

"Giggle giggle—"

At that moment, behind An Lan, Mo Han, and Tie Shan, the faces in the tombstones suddenly squeezed out, and chests and hips also moved rapidly out in front of the naked eye!

"Damn it!"

"What happened?!"

"The weight behind us is increasing! The tombstones behind us, the beings inside... seem to be climbing out at an accelerated pace!!!"

"Damn it!!!"

Mo Han felt the weight behind her and closed her eyes again!

The voice of the future "Anlan" rang in his ears once again.

[It's a joint burial! After the joint burial was opened, something strange happened behind us! Perhaps, if the coffin is completely sealed, the person inside the tombstone will completely crawl out!!!]