I don't want to fall in love when I come to the moon world

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"What's your sister's name?"

"Name?"

Kuonji Yeyue was slightly stunned, then smiled.

She had thought of many names before giving birth to the child, but had never decided on one.

Youzhu was named after her favorite author, Lewis Carroll, of whom she was a huge fan.

But she didn't want that to happen to this child.

Or maybe that one...

Looking at the purple scarf wrapped around the child, she smiled gently: "It's Ziyi, the one from Kuonji."

"Zi Yi, my sister's name!"

When she was young, Kuonji Yuzu had a passion that would never be seen in the future. She stood on the sofa, holding her mother's shoulders, looking at her sister with wide eyes, her face full of joy as an older sister.

"Zi Yi, you must grow up quickly. I, your sister, will definitely protect you!"

When the young children made such a vow, their gentle mother showed a loving smile, and the youngest sister also released her little mouth that was sucking nutrition from her mother and showed the innocent smile of a baby.

Like a third party, Yuzu from the future, Kuonji, stood there in a daze.

Everything she saw and heard made her unable to recover for a long time.

Why does it become like this!

Obviously, her mother only has her as a daughter!

He even said that as far as he could remember, his mother had already passed away at that time!

Father?!

Witches are special beings. They never fall in love easily. Once they develop the so-called love and combine with their other half, the witch will die of weakness after giving birth to a child.

This is like a curse, a curse on witches, just like the persecution and torture of witches by ignorant people in the Middle Ages.

It is also because of this curse that in the future, Arizuma Kuonji will be called the last witch.

She is the witch with the purest bloodline in the future world.

But why is this happening?

The past has been changed...

The memories that flooded her mind frightened her.

She discovered that there was something wrong with her memory, and now she had two memories of the past.

One only has his own memories, while the other, as we see now, has the memories of a younger sister.

Kuonji Shiori, my younger sister, and my mother who has not left her yet.

But why is this happening!

Kuonji Yuzu thought of the mysterious girl, and the word "sister" suddenly rang in her heart.

is her!

But why would she do this?

This was the subconscious thought of Jiuyuan Temple Yuju, but under the influence of another memory, another idea was born.

Is she really my sister? And I am her elder sister?

No! wrong!

This is the memory after the past [nine-nine-thirty-five] was changed!

This is not true!

Jiuyuansi Yuzu subconsciously resisted the other memory. She even wanted to snatch the child from the mother's arms and throw her away.

But the outstretched hand could not reach the mother who was so close.

Just like before, she seemed to be isolated from the world again and could only be a spectator.

“Why did it become like this…”

Jiuyuan Temple Yuju muttered to herself, staring blankly at the child in the mother's arms, speechless for a long time.

Sixty-three, the unchanging oath

night.

Kuonji Yeyue held the already asleep Ziyi in her arms and prepared to go back to her room to rest.

She freed one hand and gently pushed her eldest daughter Youzhu who was already asleep.

"Mother..."

Youzhu slowly opened her hazy eyes and murmured softly.

Jiuyuan Temple Ye Yue smiled gently and said, "Go back to your room and rest. It's easy to catch a cold if you fall asleep here."

"Ah."

Jiuyuan Temple Youzhu half opened his eyes and nodded gently.

She just wanted to be with her sister.

The invisible bystander looked at the three people in front of him with complicated eyes and let out a sigh.

Now she can only be a bystander, watching her past being constantly changed.

Two past memories kept emerging and intertwining in her mind.

One is the correct memory in her opinion, while the other is constantly changed and regarded as a false past.

She wanted to refute that false past, which was everything she saw with her own eyes at this moment.

However, the emotions that kept emerging from that memory kept interfering with her thoughts.

The young girl in front of her is undoubtedly her past self. Her feelings for her sister are real, just different in timeline.

Helpless, powerless...

Bitter emotions make people sad.

But now she can't do anything.

The lights dimmed quietly, and the huge living room became eerily quiet.

Jiuyuanji Youzhu looked towards the room on the second floor. The light coming through the crack of the door became the only light in the darkness.

"Mother..."

She muttered, biting her lip.

Finally, her longing for her mother overcame her so-called concerns. She walked through the door, and as the lights went out, she quietly snuggled up to her childhood self.

Good night, mother.

She silently left a blessing in her heart.

Time passed by little by little, and Jiuonji Youzhu was gradually getting used to the fact that she could only be a bystander at the moment.

Although I could only be a bystander, seeing the smile of my mother in my memory reappear in front of me, and seeing my younger self working hard to be a good sister who could protect my younger sister, some thoughts in my heart changed quietly.

She realized that she was affected by another memory in her mind.

At first she resisted this change and tried hard, but after trying everything she could think of and failing to make any changes, her heart changed.

This would be great. I can still see my mother, hear the fairy tales I told her when I was a child, and see myself as a child snuggling in my mother's arms.

And...her.

The sister who shouldn't have been there.

Time passed by little by little, and she grew up little by little.

Although it still looked like a baby, its face already resembled what I remembered.

She really is...a very sweet child.

When I was little, I teased her and watched her smile generate emotions in my heart that came to me in a way that she couldn't understand.

That is an emotion of empathy.

She could feel her younger self's love for her, and her younger self really wanted to be a good sister who could protect her younger sister and mother.

"Youzhu, it's time for my sister to drink milk."

Her mother's voice sounded behind her. Jiuyuansi Youzhu subconsciously turned around and looked. Her mother walked past her without touching her at all.

It's like this every time, she is really just a bystander.

A faint sadness floats in her heart. Although the emotions and memories are real, she hopes to be held in her mother's arms again, listen to her tell those familiar fairy tales and ballads, and have her teach her the mysteries of magic step by step.

At this moment, an emotion called jealousy arose in the heart of Kuonji Yuzu.

She is herself, herself as a child, but at this moment, as the future Kuonji Arizuma, she feels jealous of her younger self. Not only her younger self, but also the sister who should not exist.

That was the past she once longed for, but the reality is often not as good as imagined.

Looking at the child sucking breast milk in his mother's arms with a lovely smile on his face, looking at his mother's loving smile, and the light in his own eyes when he was young, the emotion called jealousy gradually melted away like snow illuminated by the warm spring sun.

She shouldn't be like this, and her mother doesn't want to see her like this.

Suddenly, Jiuyuansi Yeyue, who was feeding Ziyi, raised her head and looked towards the place where Jiuyuansi Youzhu was, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"Mother?"

The young Kuonji Yuzu raised her head and blinked.

"What's wrong?"

"fine."

Jiuyuan Temple Ye Yue shook her head and smiled gently, "I just feel that the weather is very good today."

"Ok!"

Kuonji Yuju smiled and nodded.

"Can I still play with Ziyi later?"

"of course."

The beautiful mother smiled tenderly and used one hand to stroke her eldest daughter's hair.

"Promise me that you will protect my sister as a big sister." "Yes! With the pearl, I will definitely protect my sister!"

The young child clenched his fist and made a vow that would never change in his life.