She braced herself to sit up, subconsciously touching her poor cheek; the sensation was indeed not good.
Looking around the room, she was the only one on the bed; March 7th was gone.
"March?"
She called out vaguely, her voice slightly distorted by the swelling of her cheek.
No one answered.
Stelle kicked off the blanket and got out of bed. The moment her feet touched the floor, she felt like she had kicked something soft.
Looking down—
She saw "Big Sister Himeko" lying sprawled on the floor, her dark red hair spread out in a mess. She was still wearing those cute pajamas, her eyes closed, seemingly still sound asleep.
And what was even more eye-catching was—on her left cheek, there was clearly a slightly red and swollen slap mark!
The position was exactly like a mirror reflection of the one on Stelle's face.
Stelle: "???"
What was going on? How did March 7th also get slapped? Who hit her?
With a head full of question marks, Stelle crouched down and gently nudged the "Himeko" on the floor: "March? March 7th? Wake up, why are you sleeping on the floor?"
"Mmm... wuh..."
March 7th made a vague groan, her long eyelashes fluttering a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.
At that moment, they were filled with confusion.
When her gaze focused on the clear slap mark on Stelle's face, she was visibly stunned, then her gaze shifted down, seeing Stelle's hand pointing at her face.
"Ah!"
March 7th subconsciously covered her left cheek, also feeling the burning pain, and the memory flooded back instantly.
She sat up abruptly, not caring about her wrinkled pajamas or messy hair, and pointed at Stelle, blurting out:
"Stelle! You were sleepwalking!"
Stelle: "...Ah?"
She was even more bewildered.
Sleepwalking? Me?
March 7th looked at Stelle's completely oblivious expression and realized she had been too excited just now.
She took a deep breath, rubbed her aching cheek, and tried to organize her language: "Last night... do you remember what you were doing at the end?"
Stelle tried hard to recall: "I... I remember you slapped me, and then my vision went black... I don't know what happened after that."
"Right, you passed out."
March 7th nodded, a wry expression on her face. "I saw you passed out, so I wanted to drag you back to bed... but as soon as I got close, you, you suddenly sat up straight! And your eyes were still closed!"
"Ah?" Stelle's mouth hung open.
"Then you started... doing all sorts of strange movements!"
March 7th gestured, trying to recreate the eerie scene from back then. "It was like you were swinging a bat, moving ridiculously fast! And you were muttering something, I couldn't understand it at all!"
Stelle listened, stunned.
"I was scared to death at the time, trying to call you, asking if you were having a nightmare..."
March 7th continued, her expression becoming a bit aggrieved. "Then you, you suddenly did a very... very clean turn, I couldn't even see the movement clearly, and you raised your hand and slapped me!"
She pointed to the red mark on her own face. "With this hand! The force was terrifying! I was slapped flying, hit the cabinet, and then... I don't remember anything else."
Stelle: "..."
She looked down at her right hand, then looked up at the slap mark on March 7th's face, which was no lighter than the one on her own, and a strong sense of guilt welled up in her heart.
Although she had absolutely no memory, looking at March 7th's miserable state and description, it seemed... she really did it?
"I... I really sleepwalked? And hit you?"
Stelle's voice was a bit dry.
"What else!"
March 7th pointed at the two symmetrical red, swollen faces. "The evidence is solid! The witness (me) and the physical evidence (the face) are both here!"
The two stared at each other, and a heavy awkwardness filled the air.
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