I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

Is it my imagination?

"Which one?" Abu pondered, then spread his little paws and started counting. "One, two, three... Oh no, I don't have enough fingers."

Kathia lightly curled the ends of her hair with her fingertips: "I didn't realize you were so popular."

The blonde girl turned around gracefully and looked at Duanmu Yan with a rather resentful expression—although that emotion only appeared for a moment before quietly disappearing into a polite smile.

You believe what it says?

"Hey, isn't that how it is?"

"Actually, it doesn't matter much."

"..."

Kathia bit her cherry lips and gave Duanmu Yan a reproachful look. But that little bit of emotion quickly dissipated like morning dew. She gazed into the distance and sighed softly, her gaze gradually blurring as if piercing through the veil of time: "But that's really nice. Duanmu must have many friends, right? I really hope that one day I can make new friends too."

Her voice was as soft as a feather, yet it carried immense weight.

"Don't worry, that day will come." Duanmu Yan walked slowly to her side and gently comforted her. "When that day comes, I will introduce everyone to you. New friends will be a brand new beginning."

Kathia smiled slightly, "Really? I'm really looking forward to that day. You'll have to introduce everyone to me then."

She gazed at the swaying flowers in the distance, her voice tinged with melancholy: "I've been here for twenty years, and I'm about to go stir-crazy."

For twenty years, it has remained unchanged.

The girl often wondered how she had spent more than seven thousand identical dawns and dusks.

Eternal scenery, unchanging pastimes, only the bone-chilling loneliness is ever-present.

Sometimes she even feels afraid, afraid that she has gradually forgotten how to get along with people in this still space and time.

Fortunately, Duanmu Yan's appearance changed everything.

He made Katishia see again the possibility of a future that remained unchanged.

Seeing the lingering melancholy in the girl's eyes, Duanmu Yan turned to Abu and gently beckoned, "Bring out those books."

"So those books were for Katishia? Well, I understand now."

Abu nodded, then opened his mouth wide and began to release the frequency waves stored in his body.

In Solaris, frequency is the underlying tone of everything.

Every grain of dust, every ray of light, is woven from frequencies. Once the unique melody of an object is deciphered, reproducing its form is no longer a miracle—of course, this only applies to static creations.

After all, life is...

Although both are woven from frequencies, the vibrant fire of the soul can never be simply replicated.

The frequencies intertwined and condensed in the air, gradually transforming into the shape of books, and finally drifting down to the girl's feet.

"They actually brought it in! I thought they were just joking..."

Katishia crouched down, and the moment her fingertips touched the book cover, a warm feeling quietly washed over her.

The feeling was like the faint glow emitted by the embers of a burning fire in an eternal, inextinguishable night.

Although it is insignificant, it is enough to dispel the lingering loneliness.

She carefully picked up each book scattered on the ground, her eyes widening slightly with surprise: "You actually brought so many books in? And... they're all knightly novels?"

"How's it going? Do you like it?"

"Mmm!" The girl hugged the books tightly to her chest, her eyes sparkling as she looked up. "I will cherish these gifts with all my heart."

“Just collecting them isn’t enough. Books are meant to be read.” Duanmu Yan picked up a chivalric novel from the ground and suddenly thought of the young man persecuted by the monastic order.

If Rock knew that his work had been recognized by the saintess, what a gratified smile he would have!

“Kathishia.” He gently placed the book on the girl’s outstretched palm. “Shall we read this book together? I would also like to share the story of the author of this novel with you.”

Volume 1: Chapter 168 Xia Kong Also Wants to Live Together

Duanmu Yan slowly opened his eyes.

The familiar ceiling of the Fools' Theatre gradually came into view.

—He's back.

The hourglass of time seems to have been turned over once again, and who knows how much of the present world's time has been taken away this time.

A hazy memory flooded his mind, and he vaguely remembered the last scene—sitting side by side with Kathija under the shade of flowers, holding that chivalric novel together.

The girl's soft breathing rose and fell with the story's plot, until her long eyelashes drooped like butterfly wings, her golden hair gently rested on his shoulder, and she sank into a sea of ​​peaceful slumber.

And it was probably in that quiet moment that he was sent back here.

There seemed to be a lingering warmth and weight on my shoulder, like a dream still warm.

They left without saying goodbye.

Hopefully, Katishia will wake up...

You won't blame me, will you?

Duanmu Yan slowly sat up, gently pressing his fingertips against his slightly throbbing temples.

Xia Kong doesn't seem to be here.

Where has she gone?

Just as he was looking around, the wooden door was gently pushed open. Xia Kong walked in carrying a small plate. He was slightly surprised to see that he was awake, but then smiled and asked, "Awake? How did you sleep last night?"

"Rather than sleeping," Duanmu Yan rubbed his temples, still feeling a little dizzy, unsure if it was from expending too much mental energy or something else, "it's more like I traveled to another place in a different way. My body isn't very tired, but my mind hasn't been soothed at all."

"It seems you've seen Katishia again, haven't you?"

Xia Kong carried a plate of delicate pastries, walked lightly to the table, gently placed the pastries down, and said softly, "These are pastries I made myself, would you like to try some?"

The freshly baked pastries emitted a warm and enticing sweet aroma, which wafted into Duanmu Yan's nostrils, instantly arousing his long-dormant appetite.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he has been busy running around these days and hasn't really had a proper meal.

Duanmu Yan reached out and picked up a small, delicate pastry, taking a gentle bite.

In an instant, the rich and mellow flavor spread across his tongue, and his eyes lit up instantly. He exclaimed sincerely, "Wow, the taste is quite good! I never expected that the wandering poet lady, who always travels around and roams the world, would have such exquisite skills."

Xia Kong slightly raised her chin, gave a soft hum, and said with a hint of pride, "So what kind of part-time jobs do you think I do? Don't underestimate the skill set of us working people! Besides singing and playing instruments, other life skills are a piece of cake for me!"

"By the way, you must have seen Katishia, right?" Xia Kong gently picked up a small cookie, his eyes sparkling with curiosity, and looked at Duanmu Yan. "After I activated my ability, you just hugged the stone slab and fell asleep."

"Yes." Duanmu Yan nodded. "Thanks to you, I broke through Leviathan's blockade and saw Katishia again."

Xia Kong asked, "By the way, how is the Holy Maiden?"

"For the time being, we haven't found any problems yet."

"That's good." Xia Kong breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes full of pity. "She spent twenty years alone in that gloomy and lonely place. I was really afraid that her mind wouldn't be able to bear it and something might happen to her. But as expected of the Holy Maiden, her mind is indeed incredibly strong."

"However, for Katishia now, Duanmu, you may be her only companion in this world. You must remember to spend more time with her and give her some warmth and comfort."

Duanmu Yan replied matter-of-factly, "Of course. After all, Katishia... although she looks very strong on the outside, I can sense that she is actually quite fragile."

"Perhaps it's because she's been alone for too long. If I could spend more time with her, or even help her get out of Sonora, that would be great."

At this point, he sighed helplessly.

Unfortunately, everything about Sonora remains a mystery.

I don't know when I'll be able to get Katishia out of that cage.

"Now, I alone cannot break through Leviathan's blockade."

"So, to do this, we still need your help, Xia Kong."

At this point, Duanmu Yan paused slightly, as if suddenly remembering something important, and looked intently at Xia Kong: "By the way, Xia Kong, where do you usually... stay?"

Xia Kong tilted his head and replied, "Of course, I consider the world my home. After all, I am a wandering poet. Wherever I go, that is my home."

"Then here's the question," Duanmu Yan pondered, "If I need your help, how do I find you?"

"..."

This question also surprised Xia Kong for a moment.

Yes, how is he going to find me?

"otherwise……"

Duanmu Yan suggested, "Why don't you stay at my place? That would be more convenient."

"Hey, is that okay?"

……

……

Duanmu Yan has been out of contact for two whole days and two nights.

Although Koleta already had a vague guess in her mind that he was most likely with the Fools' Troupe, worry still spread through her heart like vines.

It's not that I'm worried about his safety.

After all, Koleta had complete confidence in Duanmu Yan's abilities.

In her opinion, no matter what dangerous situation he encountered, that guy would definitely be able to turn danger into safety and return safely.

What she was most worried about was that guy's luck with women!

I'm afraid that in these two days and two nights, he might get involved in some complicated and messy romantic affairs.

Others might think she was making a mountain out of a molehill, but based on Coletta's past experiences, she always felt uneasy.

If you think about it carefully, aren't both Yuno and Lupa the same?

He only had to leave for a short while, and that person was able to start getting along well with a girl who appeared out of nowhere, developing an inexplicable understanding while chatting and laughing.

—But I'm clearly his girlfriend!

dong dong dong-

The sound of a light knock on the door broke the silence inside.

The unease typical of a young girl in Koleta's eyes vanished the moment she looked up.

She gently straightened her skirt, a perfect smile curving her lips, and her voice regained its usual composure: "Come in."

The door opened.

A subordinate dressed in a Motari family uniform entered respectfully and gently placed a document on the table.

"Second Miss, the weekend itinerary has been tentatively drafted. Please review it."

"Let's leave it for now, I'll look at it later."

"Yes."

The subordinate bowed and left, the door closing silently behind him.

The room fell silent again, leaving only the schedule lying on the corner of the table and the complex thoughts that surfaced in her eyes once more.

This weekend, the Motari family will hold a formal meeting with their long-time friends—or rather, their long-time rivals—the Faisal family.

It was personally facilitated by her uncle, Coppola Motari, the nominal heir of the family, under the guise of finding an opportunity for reconciliation between the two families in their long-standing feud.

“Feisali…”

Coleta whispered.

"I wonder if that wretched jellyfish spirit will show up..."

Volume 1: Chapter 169 Phoebe Wants to Steal Someone Else's Love

A cool breeze blew by, carrying the soft rustling of leaves.

The gentle moonlight draped a veil over this seaside city, and the stars in the sky twinkled like scattered diamonds.

Goodbye, Phoebe.

"See you."

Phoebe stood by the gate, waving gently to the children, a faint smile on her lips, as sweet as melting honey, shining brightly in the moonlight.

Today, the orphanage is holding a small celebration, and she and her seniors are helping with the preparations. They've been busy since morning.