After their confessions were rejected, they regretted it for the rest of their lives.

Zuoqiu Hangyu's fair face fell into a daze, or rather, a blank stare.

This is a facial expression that is rarely seen on a young girl.

Lu Ye found this baby black-crowned night heron a year ago by the river in this park.

It wasn't in its nest, but was shivering all alone in the reeds. Lu Ye took it home and cared for it carefully for a while until it grew into a fully-fledged adult bird.

Zuoqiu Hangyu remembers this very clearly.

Because she had been jealous of this bird before, when Lu Ye first started taking care of it, he even canceled a date she had been planning for days (which was actually just a trip to the criminal investigation museum)...

Even after they were released, every time Lu Ye and she saw each other, they would fly over to beg for food.

Black-crowned night herons, as wading birds, should not normally be friendly towards strangers...

Even Zuoqiu Hangyu wondered if he had mistaken the bird for something else.

wrong!

That's the bird. She rented a house nearby recently and often comes to this park to stroll around.

Although in her eyes all birds look pretty much the same, Zuoqiu Hangyu was certain that this was the night heron.

A strong and bizarrely strange intuition surged within her; it was as if she had returned to a year ago, and standing before her was Mr. Ye…

To have such hallucinations is simply a sign of madness.

Zuoqiu Hangyu gathered his thoughts and said:

"It seems to recognize you?"

"I have a natural affinity for birds. Even birds that are afraid of people can be handled after a few tries."

Xia Weichan gripped the night heron's beak and stretched its neck up and down.

To be honest, being recognized by this night heron in front of the Zuoqiu Hangyu is not a very good thing.

However, it can be explained if one insists.

"I fed it a few days ago, and it's gotten used to me since then."

"That's really surprising. I've been feeding it since I was a child, but it seems to be less effective than what you've achieved in just a few days."

Zuoqiu Hangyu's scrutinizing gaze made Xia Weichan feel uneasy. Every time he faced this guy, he felt like he was being examined.

Xia Weichan explained:

"Some people are naturally attractive to animals, like me."

"Then I probably don't belong to that type of person."

Zuoqiu Hangyu's voice was clear and crisp, with a light tone:

"I've never had the habit of watching birds. I came here just to relax. This place he used to like to come to makes me feel at ease."

"..."

"You might know Lu Ye. I'm very curious about the relationship between Xia Weiyu and the person in front of him."

I learned about them by watching birds.

Are you kidding me?

Zuoqiu Hangyu looked troubled. She pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment before speaking:

"I mean no harm, I just want to know more about Lu Ye, even just a little bit..."

Xia Weichan felt a headache coming on from the girl's words. He said, "Can I say I don't know her?"

"I don't think you guys are unfamiliar with each other. In my eyes, you, Xia Weiyu, and Lu Ye seem to have a close relationship. Otherwise, you wouldn't be strangers in the files but connected in reality."

The last rays of dawn on the horizon illuminated the girl's flawless, fair face, her eyes fixed intently on Xia Weichan.

Trying to discern something from him, he was full of flaws, yet there was no way to begin.

He sighed helplessly.

"I'm sorry, I might have lost my composure."

"I understand."

Xia Weichan's tone was indifferent.

After all, that's the kind of person who, once she finds a clue, will dig to the bottom of it.

But this time, Zuoqiu Hangyu did not press the matter further, but instead changed the subject:

"I saw Tsuruo Kurimaki after the funeral, and she didn't look well."

"Um?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Weichan raised an eyebrow slightly; these words surprised him somewhat.

"After I left, did Tsuruo Kurimaki also visit the cemetery?"

"Right, you're not the owner of a new talent agency, and you still don't know the situation of your top artists?"

Xia Weichan shook her head: "No, I was just a little surprised. I clearly didn't see her at the funeral..."

"It's not a good feeling to lose the person you love most."

"Um…"

"Alright, it's getting late, I should head back."

After Zuoqiu Hangyu finished speaking, he turned and walked past Xia Weichan's shoulder towards the bottom of the bridge.

Then, she turned back and reminded Xia Weichan again:

"I recently rented a place here. If you come to this park often, you might run into me again."

"..."

Xia Weichan remained silent, watching the graceful figure depart, a strange emotion rising within him.

Zuoqiu Hangyu once said she reminisced about the past in the park, while in Xia Weichan's memory...

The other person doesn't like going to places like parks.

It seems that the girl only comes to this kind of place when she comes to find him from the first playthrough.

According to her, Zuoqiu Hangyu saw Kurijuro Tsuruo at his grave after the funeral that day.

"..."

Xia Weichan sighed softly.

As the cycles accumulate, those superfluous emotions pile up higher and higher like building blocks.

Contrary to expectations, the mark he left on Zuoqiu Hangyu's heart during the first playthrough seems to be much stronger.

.........

In a residential area not far from the park, Zuoqiu Hangyu opened the door and walked into the entrance hall.

Take off your trench coat and hang it up, then put on slippers, revealing your delicate and petite ankles.

The room was simply furnished, yet clean and tidy, without any sense of cheapness.

It suits her personality perfectly.

"And again, I didn't get anything out of them..."

Zuoqiu Hangyu sighed, leaning back on the sofa, recalling the scene at the bridgehead.

"Eye…"

Xia Weichan's eyes were exactly like Mr. Ye's eyes; she was very familiar with them.

After all, the eyes he had been staring at the longest were Lu Ye's eyes.

Zuoqiu Hangyu tucked her long, smooth hair behind her ears, her slender, delicate eyebrows furrowing.

Aside from her memories, Mr. Night left her almost nothing.

Even in the end, she didn't know Lu Ye at all; wanting to understand him completely had become the girl's only obsession.

Zuoqiu Hangyu took out his phone and called Deng Yun.

The other party answered very quickly.

"Hey, Little Fish, what's wrong?"

"I ran into Xia Weichan in the park tonight... but I didn't get anything out of her."

"I see?" Deng Yun asked thoughtfully. "Then... what do you plan to do?"

"I don't know, but they seem to have similar personalities and common habits."

Zuoqiu Hangyu shook his head.

She was feeling down because she had suffered from depression over the past year, and she felt a tightness in her chest every night at this time.

"I only investigated Xia Weichan because of Lu Ye..."

"If Xia Weiyu were still alive, things might be a little better."

"..."

Zuoqiu Hangyu was silent for a moment, then she took out a notebook from a drawer in the living room, which contained dozens of pages of notes.

Looking at the clues she had meticulously recorded, her gaze lingering on the tucked-in photograph, she fell into deep thought:

"Are they really not related by blood?"

...............