This isn't a souls-like game at all.

But later it seemed that the boy didn't listen to her painstaking teaching at all.

Obviously, as long as he uses the "self-forgetfulness technique" she gave him and denies his experience of entering the "time and space bubble", he can escape from that place, right?

But Huayue Yonghui watched him use almost all the power he possessed, from magic to combat skills.

Until he finally gave up and lay down in the shadow of the universe, about to be crushed by fatigue and despair, he did not remember the chaos magic she gave him.

hum!

...This hot stuff! Just thinking about it makes me want to punch it!

But why...

The dissatisfaction and anger on Yuechen's face suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Her eyes were blank, and she looked around the empty bedroom helplessly. Her head, crowned with a golden laurel wreath, slowly drooped as she watched her clenched fists slowly relax.

"Why...I still couldn't bring myself to do it in the end."

She couldn't help but whisper to herself.

She should have given that guy a good punch, to let that annoying guy know what "The king cannot be insulted!" and "Every blow should draw blood!" meant.

Is it because she is afraid of ruining the dress she gave to her sister?

of course not.

Ever since Yuechen gave that dress to my sister, she has only worn it once in all these years.

For my sister who puts all her thoughts on the vast starry sky, an ordinary gift that has nothing to do with the starry sky is really not an important thing.

Even if it is a gift woven by my sister herself and contains the love of my loved ones, it is still the same.

The so-called feelings are emotions that can only have a clear meaning after being accurately conveyed to the other party.

Since the elder sister doesn't care about the gift that carries her younger sister's love, it means that she accepted the love but discarded it like a worn-out shoe.

In other words, there is no essential difference between the thoughtfulness and the meaning of disposable tissues.

In that case, why should she care about a disposable tissue?

Yuechen certainly didn't care. She lifted the gauze curtain, walked barefoot on the white floor tiles as clear as jade, and walked towards the window.

The bedroom covered with sunlight quietly disappeared, replaced by a dim hall at dusk. Three solitary figures stood before him at some point.

"The clothes fit perfectly, but they're not very comfortable to wear, so I'm returning them to you."

The Universal Light with short golden hair said this, and then he handed the clothes packed in the gift box back to "Yuechen" with a frozen smile on his face.

The short-haired female assistant who had been following her sister for many years was stunned when she heard this. She looked at herself and then at the Light of the Universe, wanting to say something but not daring to.

The "Yuechen" held the gift box in his hand, looking somewhat bewildered and puzzled.

"Sister, are you uncomfortable wearing this? I'll change it later..."

"No need. You will be the one presiding over the future National Festivals of Leftgard. I will only wear it this once. I probably won't have the chance to wear it again in the future."

The elder sister glanced at "Yuechen" who was suddenly stunned, nodded, and turned to walk away.

"That's it, then. Come on, Alice. I'll head to the lab first. You go bring over the construction report for that spell we mentioned earlier..."

"……it is good."

"Yuechen" watched the backs of the two people disappear at the end of the corridor, silently put away the gift box, turned around and passed by Yuechen.

The figures of the three people, along with the dim hall, disappeared behind Yuechen.

The sunlight poured in from the window into the empty hall of the bedroom. Yuechen walked past his former self and continued walking towards the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

"If it's not because of that dress... then what is it because of?"

Yuechen whispered, but his steps that had been moving forward suddenly stopped.

The scenery in the corner of the hall inadvertently caught her eye. Yuechen turned her head to look and walked over unconsciously.

It was a wide and large open wall cabinet that almost took up an entire wall of the bedroom.

The wall cabinet was divided into countless compartments of varying sizes by long and short jade panels.

Some compartments have gorgeous and beautiful clothes floating in them, some are framed with colorful paintings, and some are decorated with stunning and magical flowers.

But those rare and hard-to-find things in the outside world have never attracted Yuechen from the beginning to the end.

The girl with the laurel wreath on her head floated up quietly, and her long white dress that dragged on the ground also floated behind her, moving without wind, like a curtain hanging from the sky.

She hovered high above the closet, silently gazing at a small compartment.

Inside the compartment was a small metal pedestal, above which hovered a faded mahogany paintbrush.

The bedroom beside her disappeared again, iron-gray clouds covered the sky, and drizzle accompanied by a bone-chilling autumn wind blew.

Yuechen lowered her head, her white skirt fluttering behind her, and her deep blue eyes cast their gaze on the vast land, and the two tiny figures who were anxiously hurrying on their way.

"Sister, my feet hurt..."

The slender blonde girl had a pale face, and was wearing only a thin and dirty white dress. She was holding a brand new mahogany paintbrush in her hand.

She was holding the hand of a slightly tall girl with short hair, and she walked forward in the cold wind and rain without looking back, as if there were thousands of troops chasing her.

But when she heard her sister's voice, the short-haired girl stopped and turned to look at her sister's feet.

She had lost one of her shoes, and her delicate little foot was already covered in blood as it stepped on the gravel-covered ground.

The elder sister was silent for a moment, tore off a piece of cloth from her equally thin shirt, carried her younger sister to a stone nearby, bent down and carefully wrapped the foot.

The younger sister looked at her silent sister, looked around at the dead forest beside her, subconsciously clenched the paintbrush in her hand, and sobbed softly.

"Sister, where are we going... Where's Daddy? Where's Mommy? Why aren't they coming with us..."

"Dad and Mom are dead."

My sister lowered her head and spoke the coldest words in the calmest voice.

"Levgard has fallen to the invasion of the beastmen, and its king and queen died at the hands of the beastmen. We must go to Darthgard in the north, where there lives a king of our kind. Only by going there can we continue to survive."

My younger sister doesn’t understand what it means to fall or what it means to die.

She just felt pain, cold, scared and sad.

But when she saw her sister tied a beautiful bow on her feet with a piece of cloth, she suddenly felt neither sad nor afraid, because it was beautiful.

Until she saw her sister's beautiful dress was torn, then she started to feel sad again because it was not beautiful at all.

The younger sister frowned tightly and looked at her elder sister uncomfortably and asked.

"Sister, what about my dance teacher? I have to take her class this afternoon..."

"You are no longer the princess of Leftgard, Yuechen."

The elder sister raised her head and looked into her younger sister's eyes seriously.

"So the afternoon dance class and the morning painting class were cancelled."

The blood-stained hands reached out, wiped away the sister's frown, and dyed the wrinkled little face a bright red.

"Don't frown."

My sister said gently.

"That would make your face look ugly, wrinkled like an old man... Do you want to become an old man like the Prime Minister? Wearing two ugly frowns every day?"

"In no mood!"

My sister shook her head vigorously and struggled to relax her brows.

"This is decent."

The elder sister smiled, put her younger sister on her back, and continued walking forward against the cold wind. Not long after, she heard her younger sister sobbing and asking again.

"Sister, if I'm not a princess, will I be unable to learn dancing or painting in the future?"

My sister was silent for a moment and answered in a low voice.

"You have a beautiful voice. Perhaps you could learn to sing... Do you remember the song your mother taught you? I'd like to hear it. Could you sing it for me?"

"it is good!"

Being praised, my sister suddenly became happy.

She hummed a tuneless song until their tiny figures disappeared in the ancient border land where no kings had ever seen and where war was raging.

The sunlight poured in from the window into the empty hall of the bedroom. Yuechen softly sang the song he had known since childhood, and turned his eyes away from the wooden pen to look at another compartment.

In that compartment, a rusty metal emblem was suspended.

The moon fell from the sky, its round and smooth feet touched the white jade covering the ground, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and it leaped lightly to the window.

The palace hall disappeared once again and turned into a ruined city burning with flames of war. A tall blond woman in tattered armor held a golden sword and spear, holding the girl in a white dress beside her, and stepped into the ruined palace under the guidance of a white-bearded old man.

"You succeeded, Yaochen."

The old man looked at the rusty throne from afar and whispered:

"You have completed the initial construction of the cosmic magic. Even if it is just in its infancy, that powerful force is enough for you to reclaim your lost kingdom."

“It’s all thanks to the teacher’s good teaching…”

The woman holding the shining sword replied in a low voice.

"There's no need for such compliments."

The old man waved.

"You and Yuechen are both geniuses born out of obsession. You're so focused on restoring your country and honing your skills that you've had no time to focus on anything else. You probably don't know that your sister has also completed the construction of her magic."

"Yuechen?"

The tall woman froze and turned to look at the girl next to her.

But the girl's eyes were not looking at her. Her deep blue eyes were beautiful yet empty, staring into the void. Everything seemed to be reflected in her eyes, except her.

"Spend more time with your sister, Yaochen."

The old man stroked his beard and sighed.

"Yuechen is a genius far superior to yours, but constrained by her obsession, the scenery she sees has become semi-conceptualized."

"There's an unbridgeable chasm between the mortal world and Yuechen. Yuechen is very lonely, and for this reason she often enters the Wandering Sea. Only in that world can she be a normal person again."

"When you're not around, she's obsessed with it, and she doesn't have many sober days..."

Yaochen was silent. She originally thought that her sister ignored her because of years of estrangement. In the end, it was not until her mentor reminded her that she found out the reason.

"I understand……"

Yaochen let go of the sword and spear, letting it turn into light and dissipate.

She reached out and pulled off the broken emblem on her chest that was carved by a knife and an axe, and put it into her sister's hand.

"I will be the new king of Leftgard."

Yaochen looked directly at his sister with his deep blue eyes, who was slowly coming back to her senses, with light appearing in her empty pupils, and spoke softly.

"Yuechen, I will share everything I have with you, and you will become the king of Lefgard."

"Is this... a gift?"

Yuechen tilted his head.

"It's a gift, but also compensation."

There was an obscure golden light flashing in Yaochen's eyes, which seemed to reflect the stars in the universe.

"We will rule this country together until the end of all things..."

"But sister, that's not the gift I want..."

The sunlight poured in from the window into the empty hall of the bedroom. Yuechen stopped singing and looked out the window at the palace floating in the air, thinking in his mind.

"I just... want someone who can stay by my side."

At this time, the door opened from behind her. The girl looked back, with her back to the brilliant sunlight, and saw the boy dressed in royal ceremonial clothes, with brilliant golden hair and deep blue eyes, crossing the chasm and breaking into her bedroom.

At this moment, Yuechen suddenly figured out why she didn't swing her fist hard at that moment.

"This is my last moment before I leave this world, Ye Yiyi."

Yuechen said.