Acheron quietly approached, stroking the other's forehead hair with her fair fingertips, slowly brushing aside the stray bangs.
The shadows dissipated, revealing those vacant blue eyes, like a glimmer in the deep sea.
The two women were of equal height.
When she felt the gentle touch on her forehead, she subconsciously looked up, and her eyes met those familiar purple eyes clearly.
Acheron did not look away; a rare trace of special emotion was hidden within her calm eyes.
"Because of the curse of 'Self-Annihilation', my memories are peeling away piece by piece, and the past has become blurred and unrecognizable. But after walking this path with you all, I can be certain... that everything between us is real."
...
Frost Sword Fairy was slightly stunned, an indescribable wave of complex emotions rising in her heart as she stared fixedly at the face so close to her own.
The scene before her was like a landscape she had never set foot in.
Acheron's gaze was as gentle as spring water, quietly gazing at her, while a warm and faint smile quietly appeared on her face.
That tranquil smile formed a fractured painting with the surrounding shattered space, ruins, and drifting dust—coldness and warmth collided fiercely at this moment.
This was a woman who had once lost everything, whose soul was nearly void, yet she could bloom such a pure and sincere smile from the depths of her heart...
At this moment, ripples spread across the lake of the woman's heart, and a sense of being moved quietly flowed into her soul.
The reason she used the identity of Frost Sword Fairy to confront Acheron was precisely because she did not want to stand before Acheron from her current perspective using her true identity.
At the moment she realized Acheron had already seen through her identity long ago.
Beyond surprise, the strongest fairy felt an uncontrollable worry and a hint of fear in her heart.
She did not dare to face how Acheron would view her in the future.
But now, Acheron's unprecedented smile was like a gentle spring breeze, brushing over the creases in her heart.
Gently smoothing out all the trepidation and unease...
"You really are too much, dear one!"
In the next second, the Blue-Clothed Woman, her reason overwhelmed by emotion, plunged directly into the embrace of the person before her, wrapping her arms tightly in an unreserved hug.
Thump—
The other's sudden movement was something she hadn't expected.
However, Acheron didn't push her away, because if she did, a simple hug probably wouldn't be enough to coax her back later.
And so, feeling the delicate body pressed tightly against her.
Acheron could only helplessly pat the other's back, her movements as gentle as if she were soothing a startled child.
Anyway, aside from her chest feeling a bit tight, it wasn't a big deal, so she just let her be.
Boing—
As she thought this, the other person seemed to suddenly lean a little closer.
Acheron: (๑•. •๑)
Whether I should say it or not, she truly lives up to being a Cultivator; I hadn't noticed before that her figure was so well-endowed...
A long while later.
This Frost Sword Fairy had temporarily and completely returned to her true nature.
Just as she broke free from Acheron's embrace, she impatiently leaned in, her eyes shimmering with mischief as she teased with a light laugh.
"Hehe, dear one, if only you could blush a little or show a shy little expression, I would really like to appreciate that!"
However, the answer that greeted her was still Acheron's unchanging, expressionless face.
Frost Sword Fairy (•᷄ࡇ•᷅): "Tch, those Ability Users had the nerve to give me the nickname 'Ice-Cold Fairy' before. In my opinion, Acheron, your constant expressionless look is much more suited for that title."
Acheron (๑•. •๑): "..."
Splash—
"Sigh, fine, fine, you humorless Galaxy Ranger! I went through all the trouble of studying this world's cultural customs just so I could exchange a few witty words with certain bumpkins who wandered into this world. Now that I've finally met an Otherworlder, I was thinking of showing off a bit in front of you—but you didn't even give me a reaction!"
However, this time, Acheron didn't even have time to complain in her head.
Only a crisp "crack" was heard.
Clang—
This Mirror Space that had been maintained for so long finally reached its limit.
It began to shatter with extreme speed.
"Ah?! Dear one, what did you do? The Mirror Space I cast is about to disappear completely, and I can't even repair it! Now it's... reached its limit and is about to collapse!"
Seeing this, Frost Sword Fairy stomped her feet in anxiety.
While speaking, Acheron also plainly discovered this.
She wasn't surprised at all.
As the Mirror Space continued to crumble, rain surged in through the cracks like a downpour, instantly soaking Acheron's red dress and turning that vibrant color into a deep dark red.
The Blue-Clothed Woman's light blue robe also gradually developed dark water stains under the assault of the rain, and the fabric clung to her skin, making her look somewhat disheveled.
"It's raining... want to walk together for a bit? Come on, I have an umbrella."
As she finished speaking, Acheron's hand reached for her waist, subconsciously wanting to take out her signature red Oil-paper umbrella to shield them from the pouring rain.
But she quickly remembered that she seemed to have already given the umbrella to Mo Xi.
Furthermore, the red dress she was currently wearing was a fine garment personally chosen by her mother; it was a slim-fit cut and was not her original clothing.
If it were her old outfit, with a swing of her wide sleeve, Acheron could have directly taken out a spare red Oil-paper umbrella from it.
This scene was naturally witnessed by the woman.
Knowing the details, she couldn't help but smile proudly and said softly,
"Hehe, finally remembered? At the critical moment, you still have to rely on me."
Next, the woman's slender finger lightly brushed over the patterns on her ring.
Instantly, a streak of white light burst from the ring, transforming into a light blue Oil-paper umbrella adorned with jasmine patterns; it unfolded as lightly as a butterfly's wing, floating steadily above her palm.
The woman stuck her tongue out at Acheron and laughed,
"Hehe, let's go! This umbrella is an old item from my hometown, and you are only the second person lucky enough to share it with me."
Acheron did not argue and stepped into the misty, rain-veiled street side by side with her.
The space under the umbrella was small but warm, and the scent of jasmine mixed with the freshness of the rain quietly diffused between the two.