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Chapter 167 Toyohashi China

Don't open that door.

If you are obsessed with finding the truth

More and more memories that should have been mine will flood your mind.

At that time, will you still be able to tell who "you" are?

As China picked up the key, the original owner appeared beside her again, not shouting and trying to stop her, but gently and calmly persuading her.

And on her face, there were still faint red tear stains.

Indeed, every time I think about obtaining your memories, those memories collide with my brain at an extremely fast speed, like something of great mass.

A person's memories should be unique. Forcing two conflicting memories to exist in the brain creates a chaotic and contradictory feeling, along with a sense of rejection, which intensifies as you acquire more memories.

If you insist on doing it, you'll go crazy sooner or later.

Think about it, think about it carefully.

The original owner sat down in the chair in front of the workbench.

You already have a bright future ahead of you; moreover, your starting point is the finish line that others can only dream of.

What is it that makes you so determined to know the truth?

China silently turned around and glanced at Shoko.

Is it her?

It's not just for her, it's for you too.

No! I don't need it!

The original owner suddenly stood up from the chair, excitedly clenching his fists and shouting.

For over a decade, you haven't received a single piece of information about your father from your mother.

And what about your mother's car accident? Has there been any outcome yet?

I don't have the same severe obsessive-compulsive disorder as you, forcing myself to find out the situation.

The original owner gritted his teeth and said angrily, but then lowered his head and sighed.

Yeah, you have OCD, so there's nothing I can do to stop you, right?

"China, I..."

At this moment, Xiangzi also knew perfectly well that the key in Qiannai's hand was for her mother's bedroom.

Some clues about their backgrounds can be found by opening that door.

However, she could also strongly sense that opening that door meant China would have to confront the trauma of her past.

"Xiao Xiang, I've done some really terrible things to you all along."

China slowly sat on the bed, holding the key in her hands.

"I keep probing into your past..."

“You did this with the intention of helping me,” Xiangzi interrupted, “so you don’t need to compensate me by revealing your past. Unless…”

Xiangzi sat down next to Qiannai.

"Unless you also need me to help you after I know about your past."

"Um……"

China nodded heavily, then looked up at the conflicted and uneasy original owner in front of her, and asked again for confirmation.

Do you need to bring all of this to a conclusion?

The original owner gave a soft hum, a helpless smile playing on her lips, her eyes glancing sideways at Qian Nai.

Did you manage to find out?

Yes, I can sense your desire for me to resolve these issues.

Okay... I do have this idea.

The original owner slowly walked to the window.

But I've always wanted to avoid leaving my mess to someone else.

I want you to no longer carry the burden of my past.

But if you insist on taking it over...

The original owner turned around and said

Then please keep rocking!

"Ah."

China took out a note from the bottom of the bedside table that read "Please shine in the band" and put it in her pocket.

"Come with me, Xiao Xiang."

She walked to the first door, the one in front of her mother's house, grasped her still slightly trembling hand, and inserted the key.

The original owner appeared in front of her once again.

Last reminder

My mother and I have a past that wasn't always easy.

The original owner slowly raised her left hand, the shocking scars on it serving as a silent testament.

??I see.

Chika turned the key, placed one hand on the door, leaned forward, and pushed the door open.

……

It was just a quiet and tidy bedroom.

This is the most apt description of the room from a visual perspective.

The furniture, bedding, and clothes were not packed away; they remained in the room as always, with piles of documents scattered on either side of the desk.

It seems that the homeowner really was just away on a long-term business trip.

The photo frame, which should have been placed somewhere on the table, was put into a drawer by the original owner.

There's a photo of me and my mother that I keep on top of the left drawer of my desk.

On the first day after she left, I went to her room and saw this photo. I felt dizzy, so I hid it where I couldn't see it.

If you look at it now, some memories will rush back into your mind.

China slowed her breathing and walked slowly to the desk, narrowing her eyes into slits as she opened the drawer bit by bit.

Gradually, the wooden frame of the picture came into her view.

Her hand paused for a moment, and with each subsequent pull, she felt the force required to pull it apart become even heavier.

Next, at the bottom of the photo, are the shirts the two people were wearing when they took the photo together.

When she reached their necks, China stopped again; her heart rate became fast and erratic.

She not only covered her eyes with her hands, reducing her already limited field of vision to just a tiny dot, but also used her hands to peek at the rest of the content.

With each shuffling motion, her mother, with a peaceful and gentle smile, came into her line of sight.

But in an instant?

"Why are you fighting with someone again?!"

In the photo, the mother's face transforms into a ferocious expression of anger, flushed from drunkenness, as she screams angrily at China.

The sound made China's ears ring, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the ground.

"Qianna!"

Xiangzi hurriedly came to Qiannai's side, pushed the drawer back, and held Qiannai's arms with both hands.

The original owner leaned against the desk and narrated calmly:

When I was in the first year of junior high school, I taught a lesson to an arrogant African exchange student.

He stopped my friend, making all sorts of discriminatory remarks while joking around.

When I saw it, I grabbed my keyboard and smashed it against his head, leaving it bleeding profusely.

The original owner gave a wry smile.

The chaotic notes that struck my head when I played the piano were the inspiration for my later compositions.

The mother had to pay a lot of medical expenses and also lost face.

Given her recent declining performance, she initially remained silent when she brought me home.

Until she poured glass after glass of wine from the refrigerator down her throat...

And that's how the scene we just saw came about.

In order to fight for my position and rights, I earned the first knife scar on my left arm.

And it really worked; my mother never yelled at me again after that.

But my anger and grief towards this world did not stop there; the scars on my left arm gradually increased...

……

"Chika, Chika! Are you alright?"

With repeated shouts and shaking, China's vision gradually cleared from its blur.

"Xiao Xiang... Yuqiu is truly a wonderful place."

“Yes, it’s a good school,” Xiao Xiang said anxiously, watching Qian Nai’s condition. “Let’s go back to our rooms and rest first.”

"Okay, let's take a break first."

China covered her forehead and struggled to her feet.

"I have a lot to do tomorrow..."

"Recruiting members, meeting with the publicity team, live streaming..."

"And also, about our origins..."

Chapter 168 Please let the band shine!

Xiangzi indirectly avoided the topic of his background.

"There's no need to list so many things to do in one day. Let's rest first."

Just now, she witnessed China staring blankly into the air, then suddenly opening a drawer and collapsing to the ground in terror.

In Xiangzi's view, even though Qiannai has made up her mind to face the past, the heavy emotional trauma is still difficult to overcome.

We need to get Chika back to her room as soon as possible; we might have to spend the whole night trying to get her to sleep...

But just as she was leading China to the door, the latter stopped and glanced back at the drawer.

Xiangzi reached out and slowly moved Qiannai's cheek until their eyes met.

"Let's go," she urged again in a gentler voice.

“Okay,” China replied calmly.

However, turning back halfway is always hard to accept.

She doesn't need to search for all of the original owner's memories; there's at least one thing she needs to confirm.

……

Back in my room, I glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it was still quite early before my usual bedtime.

Xiangzi glanced at the computer case and the entire system under the TV and suggested:

"Shall we play a game together for a bit?"

She hoped to distract Chika from her and at least help her relax.