After dropping out of school, I chose to join a girls' band.

Although she said that, Miss Ghost's face clearly showed some sadness.

“Miss Ghost,” Yue looked directly into her eyes, “Don’t worry, let’s test it first, there shouldn’t be any major problems.”

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"Xiaoyue...do you really want to try?" Aine looked at Yue, who was reaching out to the ghost girl, with a hint of worry in her voice.

The moon's hand drew closer and closer to Miss Ghost's body, and the chill in the air seemed to grow stronger.

Seeing this, Lixi couldn't help but speak up and advise, "...Why don't you...give up?" Her tone was full of worry and unease, clearly unwilling to see Yue take such a risk.

"Xiaoyue..." Xiaodeng couldn't help but speak, her eyes filled with worry.

Even the usually carefree Lena looked at Yue with some concern.

"Don't worry." Yue felt everyone's concern and smiled gently, her tone carrying a hint of firmness and reassurance, "I only do things when I'm sure I'm right."

Ms. Murakami stood to the side, holding the Moon Projector in her hand, her gaze fixed on the point of contact between Moon and Ms. Ghost.

Her finger rested lightly on the shutter button, ready to press it immediately should anything go wrong, to prevent the situation from spiraling out of control.

After everything was ready, Yue turned to Miss Ghost and said, "Then let's begin."

"Hmm," Miss Ghost nodded and said.

Their fingers drew closer and closer, but this time Miss Ghost's hand did not pass through Moon's body.

Moon's hand touched Miss Ghost's ethereal body, and a chill ran through her fingertips, as if she had touched icy water.

Her heart raced a little faster at that moment, but she remained calm and continued to reach out her hand, trying to establish a deeper connection with Miss Ghost.

Her fingers seemed to pass through an invisible barrier, blurring the boundary between body and soul.

As Yue moved, Miss Ghost's body began to gradually dissipate, like mist blown away by a gentle breeze.

Her silhouette faded and faded until she completely disappeared into the air. At the same time, subtle changes occurred in Yue's body.

Her right eye suddenly turned a deep red, like Miss Ghost's, shimmering with a dark and mysterious light.

Sensing the changes in her body, Yue blinked slightly, feeling the cold touch from her right eye. Her gaze swept across the room, as if seeing the world through those eyes for the first time.

"It seems... it was a success?" Yue's voice was low and hoarse, completely different from her usual tone.

Her voice was mixed with Miss Ghost's tone, as if two souls existed simultaneously within her body, merging with each other yet remaining independent.

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These chapters, which involve ghosts, are meant to untangle the storyline involving Xiaoyue's parents. I'm planning to speed things up; it should be finished in about two months.

Climax Stage: Chapter Sixty-Two - Contentment

Miss Ghost hasn't thought about her own name in a long time.

She stood there, her gaze sweeping lightly over her surroundings, but her mind was completely blank.

The name that once belonged to her has long been blurred and indistinct in the long river of time.

After all, how many years has it been since she last interacted with anyone? She didn't know.

All she knew was that, as time went by, many things began to fade into the mists of memory, and her name, once an important symbol, had become insignificant.

However, what puzzled her was that although she had forgotten her name and many things from the past, she had never forgotten that musical score.

The sheet music remained vividly in her memory, as if it were more important than her name.

She remembers every note and every pause clearly.

She also remembered how to play the piano, how to gently glide her fingers across the keys, and how to make the notes flow from her fingertips.

This sense of familiarity made her feel at ease, but it also caused her a little confusion.

Why is it that I can forget everything, but I just can't forget this piece of music?

Miss Ghost stood on the stage, and everything around her seemed both strange and familiar.

The stage lights shone on her, and the warm glow made her feel a long-lost sense of presence.

The audience below the stage were watching her, each pair of eyes shining with expectation. This feeling made her somewhat uneasy, yet also inexplicably at ease.

She glanced down at the instrument in her hands, the unfamiliar touch sending a sensation through her fingertips.

She didn't remember ever picking up such an instrument before, but her fingers instinctively remembered how to control it.

She raised her head, her gaze falling on the audience below. Seeing those familiar yet unfamiliar eyes stirred a strange flutter in her heart.

"This isn't the first time, is it..." she murmured to herself. Although she couldn't be sure, a vague memory kept flashing in her mind, as if some fragment of the past had been buried by the dust of time but could never be completely eliminated.

She closed her eyes, trying to recall something, but her mind remained blank.

That intense sense of familiarity was something she couldn't shake off; the music, the way it was played, the expectant gazes from the audience—it was as if everything had happened in her life before.

In the past, have I ever stood on such a stage, facing the same lights and the same audience, playing music?

She couldn't be sure, and no one could ask her.

I just feel like... I must have gone through these things with some of my companions...

Her gaze met Takamatsu's.

Under the lamp's gaze, Miss Ghost nodded, her fingers gently landing on the piano keys.

As the first note was played, the entire stage seemed to be illuminated by the music, and her memories, as the movement unfolded, gradually awakened from the darkness.

This is the meaning of her existence, and the only thing she remembers—music.

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Night quietly falls, a gentle sea breeze blows, and the waves lap against the beach, making a soft, gurgling sound that blends with the music that is about to begin.

The crisp piano notes unfolded slowly, and Yue's fingertips gently glided across the keys, like a breeze caressing the soul, awakening long-dormant memories deep within.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her heterochromatic red and blue pupils shone brightly in the moonlight. A ghostly aura that did not belong to her was faintly visible in her aura.

The audience watched the stage quietly, and as the music of "Moonlight" deepened, the atmosphere became increasingly immersive.

The moon's performance carried a serene power, leading the piece into its initial slow build-up.

"裾が濡れたなら【If the hem gets wet】"

"Just wait and do it"

"水音をたててねた【Water droplets splashing makes a sound】"

Li hope did not make many changes to the original piece, and it still used the piano as the main theme.

The piano music continued to flow in the background, while Lena and Ai's guitar playing was more like a gentle breeze on the sea, creating ripples on the water.

"どこまでもゆくよここで知ったこと【No matter where I go, I will move forward. What I learned here】"

"Luckily, I can realize my dream called happiness."

As soon as the song began, all the instruments seemed to give way to her voice, and the emotions of the entire song erupted at that moment.

Yue's fingertips continued to dance across the piano keys, the music like ocean waves, resonating deep within the hearts of the audience.

The melodious tune seemed to emerge from the depths of the sea, carrying warmth and tranquility, complementing the voice of the lamp perfectly.

Li hope's drumbeats blend perfectly into the music, neither too noisy nor bland.

The music as a whole was not rousing; the gentle melody flowed across the stage, but the audience was unknowingly completely immersed in it.

The moon's fingertips gently glide over the last note, the piano's lingering sound echoing in the air, like a faint trace left on a beach by the sea breeze.

The once bustling beach was now only filled with the sound of the waves rising and falling.

—————————Durian 8?Wu 8?Ling Si【〇?No?—————————

Miss Ghost stared quietly at the electronic keyboard in front of her, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Her gaze slowly shifted from the piano keys to the Mygo group.

Each of them had an expectation and concern in their eyes, emotions she hadn't felt in a long time.

A slight smile appeared on her lips.

"I... I used to have a band like that too..." Miss Ghost's thoughts began to churn, and those vague yet precious memories gradually surfaced in her mind.

Miss Ghost has recalled all of her past.

The red in Hinasaki's eyes gradually faded.

As Miss Ghost's wish was fulfilled, countless tiny white specks of light appeared on her body, drifting gently into the air like snowflakes.

"Thank...thank you...for fulfilling my wish." Miss Ghost's voice was filled with gentle gratitude, her tone tinged with relief and satisfaction. Her body gradually became transparent, but the smile remained on her face.

"Band...do your best!" Miss Ghost's last words echoed in the air as she vanished, as if offering a final blessing to the Mygo members.

The white specks of light gradually disappeared, drifting into the night sky and merging with the stars.

Yue felt a heaviness in her body, her eyelids involuntarily became heavy, and her vision began to blur.

Her consciousness gradually drifted away, and the last thing she saw was Lixi rushing towards her anxiously, his eyes filled with worry and anxiety.

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The entire content of Miss Ghost is a reference to AB.

Climax Stage: Chapter Sixty-Three - Illness

Yue's consciousness slowly emerged from her daze. Her eyelids seemed to be stuck together by a thick layer of mucus, and she had to use a lot of effort to open them.

Her blurry vision gradually cleared, and she saw the familiar ceiling, with soft light filtering into the room through the curtains.

Yesterday, thanks to Ms. Murakami's help, they were successfully brought back from the beach.

Her forehead was covered in sweat, her body seemed to be burning inside, her skin radiated a scorching heat, and her limbs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, so weak that even lifting a finger was difficult.

"It feels so bad..." she sighed silently to herself, her throat as dry as a desert, making it difficult to even speak.

Yue's breathing became heavy, as if a huge rock was pressing on her chest, and each breath felt like a struggle.

She tried to move, but her muscles felt like they were being pulled tightly, and the pain made her immediately give up the idea.

"How could this happen..." She realized she was sick, and the feeling of powerlessness spread from her limbs to her heart, accompanied by a deep sense of exhaustion and helplessness.