Archive of Our Own

Section 1
(1)

In fact, Danheng is not confident enough in his analysis of Stelle's mind.

Most of the time, the girl's thinking seems to be superficial, with her golden pupils clear and empty. If she stares at a crab, it is purely because she wants to break the shell, not because she is interested in what crab roe is inside.

(2)

Because Stelle is always on her way of making troubles, Danheng has to keep an eye on her, through which he gradually finds out some patterns.

Contrary to her rebellious behavior, the girl actually has a very good temper, and it can even be said that she has no temper.

It may be because she arrived at the Express with empty hands, nothing from the past to the present, and she seems never care about anything, so there is almost nothing that can make her unhappy. However, if anyone ever stops her from smashing supply tanks or rummaging through trash cans, she will become obviously depressed and irritable.

In all other situations, she doesn’t even mind taking terrible risk of her lives, going through fire and water without hesitation.

Dan Heng speculated that it might be because the star core was clamoring in her body, and the girl needed to use some specific methods to divert her attention to make her life simpler and clearer. Yet Dan Heng can’t be more familiar with this feeling. More than anybody else. Having someone’s voice different from your own in your body is not a comfortable thing.

Stelle usually pretends to be careless, her beautiful golden pupils are full of understatement and indifference, she never mentions this to others.

With his observation, Dan Heng decided to offer indulgence towards Stelle’s seemingly rebellious behavior.

With the young man's intentional and unintentional care, the girl seemed to get closer and closer to him while at the same time, pretending to be ignorant.

Sometimes she made all kinds of weird requests boldly, sometimes she leaned over without a sense of distance staring at him until his scalp tingled, or she reclined on his bed playing games, bombarding him with a bunch of text messages - because Dan Heng doesn’t allowed chatting in the reference room, she insisted sending text messages vigorously.

Danheng doesn't know if she did it on purpose, after all, she has the spirit of unremitting exploration that seems to have no heart for all living things and non-living things. To think in her vision, it was difficult for Danheng to distinguish the difference between himself and a hard-shell crab. Maybe he was just being treated as a superior substitute for it.

However, Danheng doesn't mind.

To be precise, although it felt foreign, it is not repulsive to him.

It may be because his observation of an unusually tenacious optimism in the quality of Stelle, like a burning seed in the freezing cold.

He admits that it is somewhat hot, but what he would do is to carry it with his hands silently, climbing over mountains and mountains, hoping that it could, at some point, take its root, sprout in a corner deep in the snow-capped fields, and bloom incredible flowers.

(3)

Nightmares tear the journey apart like strings.

The young Nameless hastily raised his head, and he saw The XianZhou cruiser spanned on the TrailBlaze’s route in the name of fate, where a corner of the curtain of fate lifted, laughter and sneers came out at his seemingly rebellious escape. The young man's wrinkled freedom in his hands, was an unexpectedly exquisite bond, the other end of which is connected to the future of the giant ship with flesh and blood hanging in the air.

Bait.

Everything he holds dear becomes bait. Vicious as hell, but he had no choice.

It is a paradox to exchange freedom with freedom and fate with fate.

What is exchanged will not be gained, and what is lost will not be returned.

The boy staring at the starlight slowly fell towards the dark vortex.

The long night and the blast were arguing endlessly in his pale ears, warning him of all hardships and bad experiences, just like the outlines of maple leaves, big and small, special but nothing special, only children would make a fuss and cry helplessly. Just like dark things grasping his arms from the back like an octopus - the countless hands named Imbibitor Lunane's memory, their palms and palm prints are not at all different from his own when being examined closely. Perhaps on a certain day when everything dies, he will also eventually become one of them, like a rusty link on a ten-thousand-pound chain; and then in the rain of blood, the next soul that still resists will be brutally crushed by them, leaving behind a puddle of mud. Whether this is Dan Heng's idea, he can no longer tell.

Speaking. All the people are speaking to him.

They wanted him to listen to them, to listen, to hear, to obey, to believe. Each has own purpose and burden.

"So, it's your turn: what are you going to do, who are you going to be?"

Judging. Thousands of eyes, pupils big and small. Enthusiastically and greedily reflecting the outlines of the young man, each mirrors a face of a stranger.

They said: Come here, Dan Heng, the road you want to choose is this way. You're a smart guy, you need to come over here to be Dan Heng.

The young man looked around. The young man looked up.

Beyond truth and evil, at the end of time and destiny.

He met the eyes of the silent stars.

There is no bait and deal here, no words and no scrutiny, nothing here.

The long dark night is a pervasive soil, silence and suffocation are intertwined climbing, there is no wind and no light, nothing can penetrate, maybe there should be something here, maybe there could be something here:

"You... don't you have anything to ask?"

The young man asked with a dry throat and a hoarse voice.

The golden-eyed girl shook her head.

That seed, there is a seed.

Piling hot seeds.

The girl glanced at him, then looked away.

No, she didn't look away, but that was no difference from moving away - her eyes were clear and empty.

The flames... are dying.

Although he could no longer feel his hands, the young man clearly knew that the seed was slowly cooling down, losing temperature, inactivating, and losing signs of life, just like faded letterheads slowly sinking in sea water, leaking out salt-stained red ink, with colored ripples fading away until there is no trace to be found.

It is no longer hot itchy, stinging his palms.

Become like a pebble everywhere. As if it had never been warm.

It's not right, it's not right...

A voice yelled hysterically in the darkness,

It says that's not right!!!

The boy who was pushed to the guillotine by fate was silent for a while. After which he took a step to pass by the quiet girl.

This weightless world made a crisp sound of being overwhelmed.

The flood came from all directions, roaring to engulf everything.

Black and white are reversed, the sun and the moon are overturned, snow waves smash mountains and stone pillars, and a giant dragon soars into the sky. It wants to turn its body into a fortress and a sharp sword, carrying the resentment, anger, boredom, and impatience that have been accumulated for thousands of years. Desperately longing for destruction, it longs to destroy everything, starting from itself, and then everything, destroy them all together, fill up with huge violent waves, and then crush this extremely absurd drama from hell inch by inch!

This is not right!!!!!!

(4)

Boom, boom, boom... boom boom!

The knocking sound of chains and ankles was like the sound of a heavy object hitting a bronze door, messy and violent.

But that might just be the sound of a beating heart, Dan Heng couldn't tell the difference, too many sounds were buzzing in his head at the same time, the young man's expression was almost indifferent, this was the only expression he could maintain after he resonated with the statue of the Imbibitor Lunae and became a container for memories. Surprise, joy, and sorrow all became very distant, only the layered cold sullenness that belonged to the Aeon and countless unfamiliar wills echoed hollowly in the chest cavity, filling his mouth and nose with moisture, and his own may also be mixed in it, but best not to. The more this is the case, the more it is necessary to maintain reason, because the last piece of the domino is held in Dan Heng's hand, so the young man keeps chewing, and hold the chopsticks, with a way that others can't see the difference. Eating slowly.

He has to be like Dan Heng, he has to be Dan Heng, the young man said silently in his heart, there are other people who came to Luofu from the train group at the dinner table, but the scene in reality is extremely different from his noisy mind. Everyone is silent. Then, after a long time, he vaguely heard that March 7th deliberately broke the silence, and the girl chattered about the uneasiness and luck of escaping from the danger. ‘You did actually have hidden power, Danheng! Can’t ever imagine that -’ …something like this. Danheng didn't know what to do as a proper response. He kept searching over his mind, when he suddenly heard a very harsh slap beside him. Everyone was stunned after that.

After the reunion at Scalegorge Waterscape, Stelle didn't speak or express herself all the way.

And in an instant, the girl with golden eyes slapped the chopsticks on the table backhanded, making a loud bang.

"I'm stuffed."

...

Following the sound of the girl's footsteps going away like a torrential rain, Dan Heng's dull hearing became sensitive.

He still didn't know what expression to make. What expression would Dan Heng usually make at such a time?

In the chaotic echoing memories, the young man began to try figuring out the necessary information: Is Stelle an angry person? When was the last time she got angry? She would put on such an expression, usually for what? She obviously has a good temper, except for sometimes, when she has to break boxes and tanks... Isn't she?

"Dan Heng."

Suddenly he heard Welt's voice.

…It was amazing that this word of "Dan Heng" pulled him out of his futile thinking.

Dan Heng came back to his senses and looked at the senior he respected. The latter gazed at him through the glasses, with complexed thoughts, just like looking at himself in the past.

"Who started the trouble should end it. Go and see her."

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Section 2

(5)

It was not difficult to find Stelle.

Danheng is a member of the Vidyadhara. Among the dragon's five senses, the keenest is the sense of smell.

Following the direction in which the girl left, the boy had no idea what was about to happen. Just like what Mr. Welt said, the abnormality of Stelle was undoubtedly caused by him, but how to solve this? He himself was also not normal at this moment.

The young man's heart was beating fast, and his emotions were hard to describe, perhaps because the seed was not extinguished, but was burning in a sharper and more decisive way, which made him a little scared—like being scalded. It looked like someone was pointing viciously at his weak spot with the muzzle of a gun, but he had to approach the gun step by step and take a good look at it... This made him sober like never before, and even briefly stayed away from all kinds of things in his mind, a swamp that people frame.

The fresh wind from the port was blowing towards his face, and the smell of Stelle became pure, which made the young Vidyadhara a little dizzy. Resonating with the statue of Imbibitor Lunae had greatly enhanced his sense of smell.

This familiar smell had already contaminated every corner of the reference room, even in the pillows and quilts. He was not able to wipe it out one hundred percentage even if he had taken pains to wash them hard every day. It took as long as a few weeks for him to get used to this smell. For the time afterwards, he could hardly sense it anymore, but as suddenly as this moment, his nerve was strongly caught by it again.

...Unexpectedly, it was not that annoying. It was hard for him to describe what it felt like, but he was a little dazed.

Like a feeling of getting soaked and buried in memories that were close at his hand. He hadn't known her for a long time, but every day with her accompany seemed to be really alive.

The ships at the ferry sailed in and out the bay, passed by like schools of fish. The girl leaned on the arc-shaped railing to look out as far as her eyes could see. Her beautiful golden pupils were slightly opened, but they were not focused.

The wind blew up her gray hair and the corners of her clothes, and the black trench coat almost slipped off her thin shoulders, revealing the snow-white lining.

Danheng felt himself sweating. He was nervous, because he was not sure how to solve the problem as Welt expected, for he was not even sure what the problem was, or what Stelle was thinking, because their way of thinking was obviously like two extremes. Just knowing that "her thoughts and problems were on him", it will only add more uncertainty: she might get angry, get upset, blame him harshly, say something unbelievably hurtful...or maybe she'd do nothing but push him further and further away, which was the only thing he didn't want.

The tacit understanding that seemed to exist between them was an incomparably precious comfort, and Danheng had to admit that in this upside-down world, he didn't want to lose it forever.

So, it’s his turn, and he could no longer run away.

He had to take the initiative.

The young man held his breath, put one hand on the railing, and slowly and clumsily closed the distance.

Dan Heng's approach was like a provocation, and the girl's golden pupils flickered, like a kitten being shaken by a flashlight.

...

She was angry.

Dan Heng was more convinced of this.

Dan Heng looked at the girl's side face for a moment, thinking carefully, what might she want?

…Oh.

Before Stelle threw her chopsticks, March seemed to mention his hidden past.

Those things he never took the initiative to mention.

Stelle has always been a straightforward person.

When treating him, whether she pretended to be crazy or foolish, seek for exploration and discoveries, or sincerely protected him, she never held back.

But on reflection, Dan Heng regarded himself as a temporary guest, and most of the time his attitude was closed. Although this was also for the safety of his companions, he did use silence to avoid most explorations. After all, there was a probability that getting involved with him will become unlucky, and he hoped that he could take risks alone when making choices that might be closely related to sacrifice.

Could it be because of these that Stelle felt being made a fool of?

Instead of waiting for her to ask, maybe he should take the initiative to share these with her.

Sounds reasonable. He would start his explanation from here.

Dan Heng made a draft in his heart, cold sweat broke out in his palms, he clenched his fists unconsciously. The young man who was used to dealing with books and data, believed in rational prediction and self-control. He was not used to facing unknown risks. Sometimes he would rather just take a step backwards by instinct. But there was the challenge: if he doesn’t advance, what he does will be equal to retreat, and if he doesn’t move forward, he will only lose more.

So, the nervous young man opened his mouth:

"Stelle, I actually did it for—" Everyone's...

"—Dan Heng."

Unexpectedly, Stelle, who had been silent for long, suddenly spoke and cut off the conversation forcefully.

Her gaze remained on the skyline.

Her expressionless face represented one thing: she had predicted this string of words long ago, and she was not interested in a single word of it.

"..."

There was a moment of silence.

Danheng waited patiently for her to speak.

A few seconds later, Stelle raised her head slightly.

Watching the latest boat sailing into the sea of fog and cloud, her lips moved: "...how are you feeling today?"

(6)

This was really an inappropriate topic.

"..."

The young man instinctively retracted his gaze and closed his eyes. The emotions he has been shielding were the parts he didn't want to talk about.

Until this moment, Dan Heng's mind was still filled with many voices that had nothing to do with him, like a screen that couldn't be put back, a TV that couldn't be turned off, showing all kinds of unknown people who are similar to his own appearance, whether sad or happy, confused or angry, sad or joyless, or just silent. Every reincarnated young child of Vidyadhara was struggling with the power and identity of the Imbibitor Lunae until abandoning himself like a dead wood. These images are noisy and mournful, like a mass grave soaked in phosphorescent thatched grass, narrating that life is forever filled with more suffering and ridiculously less happiness, before it ends with destruction and nothingness. No matter to listen or to understand, it will be overwhelming.

But for them, for him…what else of choice could he make?

Those who have been chosen... how could they ever make a choice?

Similar horned crowns, similar faces, repeating the same sorrow.

Compared with the breathless feeling of suffocation accumulated over hundreds and thousands of years, his short life of no more than 20 years was really like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, which made the young man feel tired and exhausted. Instead of falling into a huge emptiness and confusion, better not to see, not to listen, or not to think.

So, when Dan Heng opened his eyes again, he heard himself say, "It's not important."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Stelle push the railing with both hands, and turned her head suddenly.

Her eyes are almost rounded, no, it can be said that she gave him a hard look——

Disappointment.

The moment the eyes met, Dan Heng read the unbelievable disappointment from the golden pupils and the turbulent waves that were no longer concealed.

Boom.

Dan Heng's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

Like being hit by a thunder that pierced through the sky and the earth, he suddenly felt cold in hands and feet.

This is very important!

... It is precisely these things that the girl cares about!

Dan Heng's blue-glazed pupils suddenly dilated.

At this time, Stelle didn't care about any explanation at all, what she wanted was not an explanation at all...What she cared about was his mood, his thoughts, she...cared about these!

And he actually said it was not important!!!

His heart was seized by suffocation for a moment, and then it stalled and jumped wildly.

Fear, self-blame, shock, and stunned, all the feelings spread up the spine, pushed by the hot blood, brought something else, and gradually gathered in the heart, becoming unfamiliar, intense, and tactful.

Everything happened very quickly, Stelle just glanced at him, then turned away in extreme disappointment,

In the same instant, Dan Heng obeyed his instinct and took half a step forward. Before he could understand this movement, the young man tightly grabbed the girl's hand.

(7)

The young Imbibitor Lunae's body looked elegant, but in fact he was in good shape and powerful, with great strength.

Stelle was caught all of a sudden and staggered, probably because she didn't expect Danheng could ever do this, her surprised expression instantly diluted her anger.

After the two stalemated in a statue-like movement for several seconds, Dan Heng moved closer, the hesitation on the girl's face gradually disappeared, and her expression became empty again.

The gentle curvature of Stelle's palm can be felt even through the black silk gloves.

A little force will make it fold up.

Dan Heng's face was a little hot, he didn't force it on purpose. He was just unfamiliar to this.

But he didn't want to let go. To be precise, he didn't want to waste all his efforts. In order to express his sincerity, Dan Heng cautiously looked into Stelle's eyes and adjusted his holding hands to a gentler angle. Of course, Stelle was not looking at him.

"Stelle." Dan Heng called out.

"..."

Stelle has been staring at her hand being held by the young Vidyadhara, her pupils flickering.

Dan Heng had no idea what this guy was thinking, but at least she didn't break free.

Speaking of which, the two have always been partners, and they have never held hands like this before. When Dan Heng held her like this, the atmosphere gradually became a little ambivalent. Like an affair.

With the warmth of the girl's palm, Dan Heng sorted out his thoughts.

From the very beginning, he tried to tell her why he deliberately ignored his emotions.

"In this trip to Xianzhou, I didn't have a choice in every step I took. Someone deliberately deprived me of those options."

The girl still lowered her head, unable to estimate if she was listening, Dan Heng looked into her eyes and continued talking patiently.

"The power of Imbibitor Lunae can only execute on the basis of me. Whether it is to open up the passage to the Wood or to protect it, it really has to be me. But I was not the only person being tricked. Literally everyone was forced. Things went in a hurry; General Jing Yuan didn’t have any better option."

The young man's tone gradually became indifferent from sincerity, not so much confessing to the girl, but more like convincing himself.

As long as he could rationalize these things, he and she will not get bothered anymore: "I don't prefer the way it went, but this was not a battle of humans, but a battle of Aeons. For Vidyadhara, no one could be there instead of me...If I chose not to attend the war, the situation could only get worse - I will not be able to protect you, and I will put everyone in danger - that is to say - no matter from which point of view, I had no choice.”

"...You have witnessed a lot about Vidyadhara, Immortality, the Wood and Xianzhou along the way. There are some causes and effects that have been sown from generation to generation, and they cannot be easily broken by me. Not to mention……"

"..."

"…..."

Dan Heng could hardly continue.

He saw Stelle raised her head and looked at him expressionlessly.

The girl's eyes were almost out of focus, as if she was staring at a huge void, an inverted hourglass.

The gravel flowed down from the calculated gaps without any haste, and was converted into holes step by step.

She doesn't like this stuff.

The thing she likes was slowly being exchanged for something she doesn't like.

Now something she likes was trying to tell her that this shift was justified.

The red leaves will wither in late autumn and sleep in the cold winter.

Covered by ice, snow and rot, eaten by insects and wild fungi, crushed by tires or animal claws, its demise is in line with the objective laws of the universe, and time flows by every minute.

It is not that they are going to the end, but the end is approaching them.

This shouldn't be like this, there must be something that should be torn to shreds... The girl stared at the emptiness stagnantly, her eye sockets gradually turned red, and the physical pain caused by anger and confusion was buzzing in her mind. With the creaking and creaking of the star core, she really wanted to pick up a baseball bat and smash every supply barrel in Belobog—but this would not prevent the coming of winter, let alone holding back the torrent of fate.

See, he's changing, even he's changing...he's accepting the change, he's looking at her, he's trying to communicate that acceptance to her, he's part of The Destiny, she's listening to him After talking, she too... If this continues, everyone will be...

...

...she doesn't like it...

……………………

"……Stelle?"

The young man's tone was helpless.

He called his name.

He asked her sincerely what she wanted to say.

His tone was cautious, as if he was afraid of breaking something.

...was he like this before?

The girl had a splitting headache and was unable to think, her eyes gradually filled with tears.

Dan Heng was still holding her hand, looking at her eagerly, it was like forcing her to face her most vulnerable rejection, she didn't want to communicate about it, but he was so determined to dig it out from her mouth that he tried to please her despicably - The hand being held was numb and couldn't be ignored. Dan Heng held it very lightly, just right. She never knew that he could be sophisticated like this. As far as she remembered, he was so developed in refusing others, being so cold and resistant as if nobody could ever touch his heart. Like a piece of dumb wood that is indifferent. Could reading books every day ever happened to feed him knowledge like this?

Does he really want to witness her deny his personality?

...

OK, then tell him.

Stelle endured her headache, stared at the young man's jade pupils, and took a light breath.

"Dan Heng, I don't understand."

The young man was still looking at her tenderly, this staring was suffocating, Stelle felt that her whole soul was trembling with anger and confusion, but on the contrary, at this moment, her face was expressionless, and her tone was just a normal tone, she was so used to it, keeping this look as an invisible layer of defense, and she even slowed down her speech: "Dan Heng who has been with me doesn’t compromise easily."

"He is unaffected by the judgement of others, and he encourages people around him to make decision that supports their own will."

When she first joined the space station, the young man had bluntly expressed the hope that she could made her decision to stay or not on her own.

At first she thought he was unkind, but after getting along for a long time, she realized that this was exactly the way he tried to be responsible for people: respect without interference.

When he was around, everyone, including himself, had their independence of personality protected.

The young man exemplified the virtue.

Stelle said: "If he wants to say something, he won’t wait until you ask."

He will do what he considers necessary. Will not yield his own steering wheel to others.

Stelle said: "If he has a decision, others can hardly shake his faith."

He disdains twisting himself because it's a waste of time and energy.

Stelle said: "He is never short of ideas to guard himself against bothersome guys and stuffs. He is too intelligent to mess up himself in crisis. "

His likes and dislikes are not born of compromise.

Yes, by his side, she can really feel alive, only in here, including him, everything could always be a hundred percentage real, until -

until…

...

[...You... have nothing to ask me? ]

………………

(8)

That window was shut.

He lost his freedom.

They both lost their freedom.

But...but,

Why,

Only her

...is feeling angry?

(9)

The girl looked at Dan Heng. The young man’s eyes were full of worry.

There was no anger, no struggle, no fear, there was nothing there, and in the jade eyes, there was nothing but her image.

...The tears could no longer be held back. Big drops overflowed her eye sockets.

"Dan Heng, I'm very angry, very angry," Stelle heard her voice trembling.

"But if you're not even angry, why should I be angry? This will only make me look weird,"

... so weird, this was so weird,

"After all, from the beginning to the end, I never figured out you,"

"You are the one who hided and hided, while you are the one who actively feed yourself into the trap. You are the one who was so desperate and had no choice, while you are the one who was incredible loyal to your duty. You are the one who kept silent, while you are the one who was so eager and willing to answers all questions..."

Following Stelle's questioning, a crack appeared in the young man's gentle expression.

He wanted to look away, but he held back, or in fact, he couldn't bear to part with her eyes, where a cluster of burning flames set at the bottom of the golden pupils, it was the proof that the girl had paid such a close attention to him, through such a long journey,

Fierce and bright, shockingly sharp, Dan Heng gazed at her silently, the restraining net made by rationality was easily pierced by the light, and became thin and transparent. They were obviously vulnerable, as they existed only for enveloping himself, while could never offer resistance against someone who would invade with wildfire. When she came, she looked over, she could clearly observe, those sorrows, exhaustion, games with rationality, those limited rebellions that seemed to have come to an end and returned in vain, just as they were about to fall under the high wall of fate, burning into a furnace of bitter ashes -

And she looked over,

The girl asked him loudly,

"I don't understand you, Dan Heng!"

"You are Dan Heng, but you told me Dan Heng's thoughts are not important, I really... don't understand!"

"Didn't you agree to come back - "

"Did you come back, or did you deposit yourself... in Xian Zhou forever for your various reasons?!!!!!!"

"Answer me, Danheng!"

...

…………

The young Vidyadhara was silent.

He looked at her with an indescribable expression.

Stelle yelled a few words, and gradually became depressed.

Tears were almost shed, and she looked at the stone statue-like young man of Vidyadhara descent, and felt that she was not like herself anymore.

Since when did she care so much about Dan Heng's temper? …Whatever he wanted to become – at the end of the day, what does it have to do with her at all?

What caused her to have such inexplicable projections? Is it just because he acquiesced in all kinds of messes she made deliberately, paid his attention, and care for her intentionally or unintentionally, so that she had the illusion that she was understood?

Okay, it doesn't matter. It doesn’t matter. She was just struggled to understand. That’s all.

"...Dan Heng."

Stelle stretched out a hand a little tiredly.

She gently pushed the silent young man's cheek with her hand, "Dan Heng, what are you thinking?"

...

The hand was caught off guard.

The young man who had been observing for a long time finally made a move. After listening for so long, he felt that he had almost finished his analysis.

But the parts that he failed to understand was also growing.

Nevertheless, he knew that truth is like two sides of a coin. At a certain point of time, people can only see one side clearly with eyes only. Usually, there is merely one way to truly understand and fully experience its pros and cons.

The young man leaned forward, he led Stelle back a few steps, held the girl's two wrists, and pressed them against the stone pillar.

In doing so, the girl was trapped between his arms, a narrow distance.

It's just between him and the cylinder, he could clearly see the flames in her eyes, about how she looked at him -

"Is this everything you have for now? …all what you think of Dan Heng? Anything else?"

The young man leaned closer, asking questions with blazing eyes.

He wanted to know more.

However, after doing so, Dan Heng did not get an answer.

But it was clearly observed that Stelle's cheeks were flushed.

Within a short distance, her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, while his own appearance was reflected in her beautiful golden eyes, trembling in the lake water like the morning sun wrinkled by the wind.

Among them, apart from the anger that was constantly losing heat, there was something mixed with uneasiness and apprehension, which was softening.

He suddenly didn't want to ask anything.

...

The noisy world, the past and the future, countless overlapping sounds and images, has become very far away.

Just like a shadow puppetry, behind the yellowed and rough curtain, those outdated stuffs needed to be illuminated by stage lights to attract momentary attention. Without lights, they are just a pile of uneven, similar fabrics, because there was already a gap between reality and illusion. Which is, through a violently beating heart - it pumps blood vigorously to the limbs and bones, reminding him at all times that he is doing his best to live, breathe, and think; like groups of grand and grotesque fireworks that were set off against the night sky, separating the two sides of the moat, colorfully and enthusiastically, and to catch the sound of explosion, no, not one heart, but two, and the heartbeat of the Stelle was also fast and rapid. She held her breath, and he could sense it all. So clear and near.

As if being bewitched, Dan Heng stared at Stelle's eyes, getting closer inch by inch, and there were oppressive and hot waves in those glazed jade eyes that were usually quiet, reserved like ancient wells.

It was different from anger, and it was different from joy, but something more, deeper, penetrating to the bone marrow, and captivating.

Stelle’s pupil mirrored his image tremblingly, the girl opened her mouth a little bit instinctively, the young man who got permission tilted his head slightly, and easily sucked her lips.

...blindingly soft.

This is not a predatory kiss.

The young man pressed her there, but only licked her lips lightly, as if he was trying to express a motif that could not be fully explained and described in words, as if he was answering her question, because she asked him, Dan Heng, what are you thinking?

After an unknown amount of time, Dan Heng let go of her lips and distanced her slightly.

The girl who was dazed by the kiss, with flushed cheeks, stared blankly at him, as if she forgot to be angry, forgot to be afraid, and forgot to hide her endearment.

"Stelle, I fell into you." Dan Heng first told her the conclusion.

"I fell into you." He emphasized again.

"You can reject me if you don't like it." He added just in case.

"..."

"What...why?" Stelle came back to her senses.

Her brain worked really hard, but she couldn't figure it out for a while, how did this matter turn to this side?

What were they doing just now, and what were they doing before?

(10)

Ah yes.

The girl gradually remembered that she was interrupted by Dan Heng in the middle of many things.

Including but not limited to a period of fruitless anger, and a half-way rejection. At the very beginning of everything, though, she seemed to detect that Dan Heng has been assimilated by some unknown force that she cannot observe after going through too many compromises, which made her anxious and upset, urgently wanted him to realize the problem.

But that should have been his own business.

Rather than informing him in person, she hoped that he would figure it out by himself, otherwise, she -

she might...

cross the line

"I fell into you." The young man blocked her vision, his eyes were clear and piercing, like a full moon hanging brightly above the long waves.

The sea is both cold and salty, and the moonlight pierces through the clouds, icy cold and hot, without mercy, outlines all the boundaries it can see, and illuminates them clearly.

His fingers slid over her lips, waiting for her answer.

…And she already crossed the line.

"…did a great job make yourself at home, Dan Heng." Stelle muttered to herself.

One fear faded. Another fear took its place.

A cunning swimming fish, slippery, knocking here and there, everywhere it goes ends up with a mess, like an empty fishing net full of holes, where it ignores all restraints, and now, being hold firmly in the palm of his hand, like using chopsticks to pick up cooked food,

He just grabbed her, stared at her, looked at her clearly, and her disguise began to crumble, and a feeling of powerlessness poured into her limbs and bones.

People who pretend to be warriors had unbeknown timidity. Only when knowing too much about what fear is, could someone pretend so hard to be brave and bold, performing destruction and protection both to the extreme without a particular order.

However, her body and soul, born out of loneliness and impatience, is clamoring for something else, something aroused indescribably with desires bottom up from her back - what does it feel like to be caught? She didn't know, so she was afraid, but she was also curious, if anyone could ever, please let her know, if anyone, shall dare,

Nailing her there without leaving a way out, pushing her onto the cutting board inch by inch just by burning observation, yet no knife was placed next to the cutting board, only hope and fear, which split her into two unfamiliar existences,

Both sides of herself, under the reflection of the moonlight, at the same time, lost their ability to move, trembling under the gaze of the blazing jade dragon pupil.

"My body...I don't like it,"

Stelle could feel Dan Heng's breath, the rise and fall of his chest, he occupied all of her field of vision, staring at her intently, she heard herself start to reason broadly, seemingly irrelevant content, canned happy water, simple rescue device, the golden garbage, noisily and blindly, clamorously and intermittently filled the space between the hot breath of the two, and the crumbling objectivity, "Kafka said, my body is a special container made to hold the star core...I don't like it,"

"The star core...is very noisy, I don't hate it, but I can't ignore it either,"

"This body...should have more than these known experiences. Before I was conscious, there were more stories. They were making up scripts and trapping everyone. I hate this feeling, Dan Heng,"

"Agreed," Dan Heng replied, "I don't like it either."

For both of them, the body and the past are the most alien.

The problem will always haunt them.

"Do you believe in fate?" Stelle asked.

...The moonlight was diluted by the haze for a moment, and then became as clear and reclused as before.

"It's a paradox," Dan Heng said.

"When you believe in it, you can't participate in changing it; and before it happens, no one is qualified to give a conclusion. As a result, after everything has been set, anyone can describe the outcome as 'sure enough'. "

The young man sighed.

Reason is such a changeable thing, just to paint the picture one wants to believe. He used it to retreat as long as he could remember, but he has never taken a step forward with the help of it: "Those who hold high the banner of destiny, often come with a purpose and want you to live up to their expectations."

"But in fact, in the face of the future, weight is distributed according to work. No matter how strong an existence is, it can't be sure of victory, and no matter how weak one is, he could still gain one vote, although there are always people who abstain from voting for various reasons, making the power of fate seem like unattainable."

Because Stelle caught Dan Heng, she picked up the discarded ballot and forced it back into his hand.

Then, he had to make a choice.

His choice was to explain, contrary to his instinct, to explain upstream:

"If I ended up drifting with the fate, the reason must be either I am not strong enough, or... I was evading."
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Section 3 (11)

Yes, evading.

Dan Heng never used this word to describe himself. This was the first time.

Before that, he would say that he was fleeing, refusing, and avoiding some people and stuffs.

He thought he was following his intuition until it was no longer sufficient to offer any actionable advice.

He had been to the IPC, escaped from the ship of “Mourning Actors”, wandered in many places, left when he felt something was wrong, and repeated this process over and over again.

Because as long as he can remember, someone has always been demanding debts from him, making speeches of the details of the debts that he has no clue about, arguing endlessly that he deserves to die, that people hates him so much, and that they put shackles on him and peel off his scales , tear open the wounds, and then looked down at him, hurt him step by step, framed him, squeezed him, and teased him one after another, by tacit agreement, from childhood to adulthood, since the time he was just a helpless young child. At that time, he was not powerful enough to resist any type of the torture or suffer, as his basic cognition was still blank, and the only guides for him were books, pain, and darkness. Books taught him to comprehend, so he struggled to comprehend; pain taught him to endure, so he tried his best to endure; darkness taught him to remain silent, so whenever he couldn’t guarantee a one hundred percent probability to avoid a risk, he would stay in silence. Those were the three things that accompanied him since birth, constituted all his luggage when he was wandering in the world. Comprehension, endurance, and silence, these were the three things that could never betray him. Together they were called evasion.

And those who endowed him with these three things desired him so badly as he developed his personality just like this.

In a silent night, without wind and the moon, a maple leaf drifted along the water, red as human blood.

What had trapped him, he did not know, for he had not observed himself clearly,

He couldn't see himself clearly from beginning to end, and that was exactly what stuck him,

until--

...

Great sorrow, joy, astonishment,

The excitement of getting lost and found again, confusion, pity, and the pain of enlightenment,

The girl looked at him fixedly, just gazing at him like that,

From the originally empty golden pupils, it was suffocatingly clear to reflect what had escaped his perception for long, but absolutely should belong to him, everything, so bright, colorful, bitter, hot, they were illuminated by her anger, beautifully tender and scorching anger, or maybe, that was supposed to be their anger,

How he wished to touch, wipe, and kiss that cluster of anger, which he regretted he did not meet sooner, but he didn't dare to,

The anger’s owner was softer than he imagined. Once he presumptuously sucks her lips, she could melt in his palm. Filled in her eyes were fear, confusion, and stuffs he couldn’t read, but he just wanted to overcome these obstacles. The complex flesh and blood, the heavy body, the dull clothes, the unmeaning skin, and the obscure desires, he wanted to climb in this rough and changing mist of light, he would climb up the stairs, carefully, earnestly and empathetically, knocking to visit its owner, just touching, softly touching,

In this golden, soft and sharp light, in which the brightest full moon sets at the heart of the sky, when the very first moment of the universe brought chaos and birth, where was she, why could she observe it, and where was she going?

Hidden in this mountain, where the clouds and fogs were thick, intertwining the truth and the mystery,

"I fell in you, Stelle,"

I'm sorry, please don't melt,

"I fell in you,"

Look at me, I just, just want to...

"If you don't like it, you can reject me,"

want to comprehend...want to observe...

and don't want to be fooled...

...

The golden light, the beautiful light, flickered and trembled at his questioning.

The girl did not answer his question, but whispered about herself to him, saying that she hated her body as a container, and she explained everything she hated and feared incoherently, so Danheng finally realized that his gaze made her scared was because of the body. It might have seemed to her that he was gazing at something she hated, but of course he wasn't. These were just obstacles, he was not looking at them, not from the beginning,

On the contrary, he couldn't wait to abandon all these, from the bottom up, without any care, just like cutting the vast and turbid sea water of Scalegorge Waterscape, he longed to peel off all these obstacles, repeatedly wash away the ashes and foams with the most monstrous waves, until the clear and warm river beach could be exposed, but he couldn't – being trapped in this body, was nothing different from being in a prison,

He felt himself gazing at her through the shackles and iron bars, wanting to go beyond these and touch the reality he longed for, but he could only stare at her intently like this now, clutching the iron bars vigorously, and clinging tightly to the cage edges, promising her softly and earnestly that his thought was just the same as hers,

She hated being pushed around, hated losing control,

So did he,

But in the past, he didn't think of a different way to react to those, because they were like air, filling and dominating this absurd and ignorant world anesthetically, as long as he could comprehend it all, he could no longer be in pain, and he was never the special one. What’s more, even if he finally had no alternate but to bow his head to fate and the past, he was still not the most special one, because everyone doomed to this place, with no way of retreat, where he only needed to ritually repeat the ineffective rejection words, like reciting a eulogy for his own fresh heart and soul, and then closing his eyes and listening to the judgement, not caring about himself, letting the tide of fate guide it all, like a delicate corpse, but,

[Do you believe in fate?]

The golden pupils, carrying the cluster of flames, flames that contains the truth and the fact, presenting them to him tremblingly,

It was so hot and thorny that his soul couldn't bear it, couldn't continue his dormancy. It felt like a sword carve or a knife cut, bringing severe pain and itching, ripening the shackles so that they could finally break into powder,

Among his three pieces of luggage, one fell into the abyss, another one, turned into a pair of steel gloves, and the last one, turned into a handleless dagger, which only he could use, colorless, qualityless, and unparalleled in sharpness, a cursed thin slice that could make everything in the world melt at a touch, and all sentient beings frightened, enough to cut the darkness and the starry sky, separate the dawn and the sea. The thin slice that combines terror and creation,

So, the young man stood on the opposite side of silence, wearing a protective gear called endurance, when he lifted the thin slice called comprehension inch by inch,

His movements were slow and tardy, but time and causality were rendered motionless because of his rebellious retrograde movement. The river held static, the waterfall was suspended, the mountains and seas were silent, and the ancient memories were also breathless. All watching with fear and hope. The young man embraced the fire, raised the slice aloft, slitted the throat of Fate,

…--

Pain, shedding, calluses,

The young man saw himself,

All too clearly he saw—[Evasion].

So, with the help of those golden pupils, he captured it and uprooted it from his heart.

It once stood between him and all hopes, directly or indirectly, it constituted tens of thousands of his confusions, but now he wiped them away, just like wiping an ancient mirror full of dust, in an instant, all images were destroyed, the brilliance and clarity vastly reunite with the surface, with all the fact purely presented in front of him: who was he, where was he from, where was he going,

He wiped the flame, and he saw that, inside it, the girl looked at him deeply, as if she was asking him similar questions,

...It turned out that there was no difference between them, and they were both in the midst of many obstacles, wanting to see the cluster of flames more clearly. The answer fascinated her, and at the same time, brought her fear.

He is willing to kill fate for her

"Dan Heng--"

At the end of the long confrontation and daydream, and the endless waiting, finally, he was offered something, as though he could hear,

The girl called his name in the mist and the light.

"--Danheng,"

Fate is not worthy of trust. She got the answer she wanted. What’s next?

The young man was very curious.

He put down the thin slice in his hand, dropped his defenses, and waited anxiously.

The girl -- broke free from the confinement of his arms.

then

She twisted his plum-blue dragon horns,

The other hand grabbed his neck, forcing him to lower his head and press against her forehead, so hard, it was like treating a sponge full of water, the girl's movements were arrogant and clumsy, like a dodder flower,

But he didn't hurt at all, she only had that little strength, maybe she was expressing anger,

After hearing his confession, this is the sentence under the conclusive evidence. The kitten showed its sharp claws under the pad, intending to compete with the leather sofa.

... showing all the flaws with its teeth and claws, staring at the former trapped beast close at hand, climbing, jumping, scratching,

She would pronounce sentence, he dared to be weak, he was unforgivable,

Because he, after all, he, is her most...

The girl angrily

Kissing him, biting him chaotically, so close and intimate, under the gaze of the glazed jade dragon pupils, as if wanting to bend and smash his dragon horns, crush the back of his neck, so that he could learn a lesson, never dare to make the same mistake. He came back, he did remember to come back - he should get some education.

The young man let her tease him wildly, it was so hot, he thought to himself, it was so hot, he touched her anger in confusion, when it burned up to the depths of the soul, where the body and gaze could never reach, and the seed, finally broke out, in the wrong place, in the wrong way, not in the ice and snow, not in the silence, not in this upside-down universe, any barren and ordinary corner, but in him, in the depths of his soul, the place he himself never understood, never arrived at, evaded for a long time, full of doubts and absurdities, the past of others, the present of his, where all sorrows and joys, chances and fates overlapped, like, like what she wanted is to take it as her own, leave her own smell and mark, so that those who dare to hurt, fool, or manipulate him will be deterred forever – she would draw out her sword, cut off the mountains into a rift valley in a slash, issuing a hard warning against the pace of the evil and the bad, for which, she did not even hesitate to let what she feared, the blazing moonlight, bathe her whole body with pain,

This was the answer she gave,

More wild and brutal than a permission,

more reckless,

More impossible for him to refuse, the young man's Adam's apple rolled, he caught the girl's waist, hugged her horizontally,

Supporting the back of her neck with one hand, deepening the kiss as he walked, levering open her lips and teeth, digging inside her mouth and throat wildly, listening to the girl's powerless panting, sensing the ever-strengthening force of her clinging to his neck, yet he couldn't figure out whether this was an invitation or a refusal, so he didn't force himself to comprehend - after all, as long as he could offer, whatever she wanted, he would always fill it into her, to please her,

Although for the rest part, he had to return to the reference room to educate her.

(11)

The young man's arms and muscles were solid and powerful, and the layer of viridis and white cloth clung to his chest, which might have been the dragon scales peeled off by the death penalty in the past life, which outlines the heavy flesh and blood body that had both strength and endurance. Since reunion, the girl filled with anger did not have a chance to carefully examine it. Imbibitor Lunae was its name, but its difference from the original Imbibitor Lunae was, that it was already a dilapidated house, left for him by the previous renter, along with the proof of the person’s struggle and rebellion. The young man took the matchstick that had been lit by that person, illuminated the torn gaps on its rough surface, lotus, scales, holes, large and small, naked, and scars, but so what, since long ago he had been longing to abandon all of this, tear it apart, travel through the clouds and escape into the stars,

He fantasized that he would live without the volumized curtain-like long hair like his thousands of worries, without the pair of dragon horn crowns, without scars, flaws, colors, and flesh. He once imagined and fabricated his ideal appearance, with short hair, indigo eyes, ordinary hair tops, and human ears, like a very ordinary boy, with snowy white art paper as the cloak and dark ink as the lining. He tried his best to hide colors other than white and black, but he couldn't eliminate them completely. This body itself was not quite his.

However, he has the right to use it, in any approach, to set off any changes, just like the previous renter,

That person dared to do those appalling things, so did he, in the face of all kinds of shackles, he would think and figure out a way, as he believe that there could always be more solutions than problems,

So he hugged the girl horizontally, walked through the streets and alleys of Xian Zhou, turning a deaf ear to people's screams and criticisms, so what, he even showed a smile, what is Imbibitor Lunae, and what am I,

Those who could not answer these two questions only knew how to raise their heads in fear, and how to bow their heads to laugh, but never developed their brain to think.

Mediocre souls who didn't know how to ask themselves questions, travelled from born to death in the twinkling of an eye, sat in a well and looked up to the sky, not worthy of his attention and time,

The male Vidyadhara let go of his lover's lips; he looked up into the cloud, where the sky changed color upon his gaze,

The rain went from weak to intertwined, and then to pouring, where he stepped, the rain receded to both sides,

People also retreated to both sides with the rain, when they no longer continued to stare at the former condemned prisoners like watching a geek or a joke, but immersed in the chaos in front of them, the torrential rain covered their vision, pain, blur, and bitter, with ragging wind, roaring thunder, like a dripping dream, lifted and shivered the parasols and advertisement flags of the Xianzhou market, the smoked willows and red myrtle trembled, faded and drifted away,

He saw the general standing on the tower with an umbrella, witnessing this scene from a distance. He tapped the umbrella bone with his knuckles, and with a smile and applause, he bid farewell to someone in his memory.

He saw the long-haired star core hunter with his back against the city gate, occupying a corner of the road he must pass, but he didn't approach him, didn't open his umbrella, and didn't even look at him. He tilted his head, as if he was in a deep sleep,

And that spider web-like woman was standing under the eaves not far away, watching this scene with a half-smile,

Walking with his lover in arm, Dan Heng forwarded his pace a little hastily, in this magnificent and precarious dream, walking and passing by all the pedestrians. He was born here, hated and raised here, being exiled, being pressed into the darkness and soaked here, and being pushed to see the sunshine, but these were not important now, he wouldn't care anymore, the Xian Zhou is a beautiful place, which was the starting point of his life, but nothing more than that,

The Milky Way of stars is vast, life is long, and there are too many unknown beauties, that he wants to share with her,

Beautiful, ugly, rugged, mournful,

His body, his soul, his everything,

"Dan Heng, Dan Heng--"

His lover urged in his arm,

And lips pressed against lips again,

He enthusiastically responded to her call, leaving the wind, rain, thunder, rivers, and clouds far behind him, a grand rushing dream, a grand wistful dream,

The protagonists of those dreams were of all kinds, and they stuck themselves in the dreams, but Danheng was not the protagonist of any of these dreams, so he passed through everything,

He walked through rain after rain, which poured in response to his gaze, but had nothing to do with him,

He was embracing the only truth; he would kiss the only truth, hard and resolutely; he would become one with her, till the end of the stars and the universe.
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Section 4 (12)

The heavy rain blurred the vision, while the young man's chest heaved, his heartbeat like drumming.

The girl hooked his neck with her hands, his thick black hair flowed down his collarbone, like satin, softly flowing over her chest and lower belly, rubbing against her breath, she could clearly observe his handsome jade eyes, the towering horn crown, seeing his eyeshadows in burning red, the aroused Vidyadhara panted repressedly, exchanging rough and lustful kisses with her one after another, his pupils brightened, his gaze pure, sharp, his desire approaching like a comet, snow-white and undisguised, pierces the void fiercely, but it was more than that. The whole trail and tail of the comet was transparently illuminated by his rock-like faith. He wanted her to understand, let her witness,

The torrential past, the lengthy journey, and hundreds of gazes of others, shall not interfere with his choice, nor will they interrupt her longing.

People stumbled and clamored to pass by, come and go,

The strong wind and heavy rain, facing the two sides of the road, separated smoothly, like a door to recognize its Lord,

By his side they may be free forever,

He wanted to promise her that no one could distort, dominate, or interfere with their future, because he was lucky enough to be strong and powerful,

If there is, then he would be the first to resist, negotiate with wisdom, insight, and the power of silence, and fight with hurricanes, spears, and waves of destruction, so that the intruders will lose their armor and retreat,

Since it can be done, why bother to escape, it is not necessary at all.

"Stelle, I love you," the young man confessed hoarsely. He kissed the girl's neck, almost buried his face in it. He heard her panting, moaning, and saw her cheeks and ears were flushed, and his heart was beating wildly.

This is his lover, who could observe him,

The windbreaker and white lining slipped from her reddened shoulders. Dan Heng sniffed her scent and bit it lightly. Vidyadhara's tongue was more sensitive than that of a human being. All of a sudden, he was surrounded by the taste and feel of Stelle, but it wasn't enough. Still not enough to fetch the truth,

The automatic door of the Express split upon their arrival, the familiar space, the sound of disc music, a sudden noise of a broom smashing to the ground, Pom-Pom's yelling, and Himeko's absence – she must have been informed by Welt in text message about the upcoming situation and probabilities, so this Express temporarily belonged to them at this special moment, but Danheng looked around and evaluate, still felt that the public space did not align with his standard. Although the sofa looked good, it might reveal details of the affair. The carpet was also difficult to clean. The table surface with the radio was not soft enough. Will hurt her waist.

All these places should be excluded. It had to be the reference room, which has been his lair, warm and comfortable, with water ripples and his scent.

The girl bit the side of his neck recklessly, leaving a piece of wetness on the dark collar, "Dan Heng, your clothing doesn't have a single button," she bit and seek for a long time, but she couldn't find any flaws at the connection, the golden rhombus buttons were fake joint connected with the patterns of snowy white pieces of cloth, beside which the hard armor tightly bound the undulating muscles. They pulsate with the beating of his heart, "Are these all the incarnations of your scales, which cannot be taken off?"

"Yes, we can, but it's troublesome." And this is secondary. Dan Heng planned to shed his skin, which can solve this problem. Besides, there were more troublesome stuffs. "We need to go to the data room first."

(13)

Vidyadhara is similar to a snake, as it grows taller every time it sheds its skin.

However, unlike snakes, Vidyadhara can deliberately choose not to shed his skin according to his personal preferences and needs, so that he can always maintain the appearance of a certain age.

After all, snake shedding is the result of the lack of glands. Its skin is dry and prone to aging, so it needs to be replaced regularly.

The Vidyadhara decadents are completely different. They have the genes and characteristics of the human race, and they can sweat. The Inbibitor Lunae even works and lives with water, so there is no problem of hydro shortage. Therefore, they don't have to shed their skin if they don’t want to.

Danheng didn't shed his skin before and kept his teenage appearance, the reason was long.

On the one hand, it is convenient for fighting. Using this rough and thick scales, he could better protect himself and dull the pain.

On the other hand, it was also a matter of opportunity. It was not easy for him to shed the skin, because it depends heavily on the right environment.

He had been a prisoner since he was a child until he was a teenager. Although he was not free, the jailers were bound by rules and kept a distance from him. They couldn't harass him casually, so when Dan Heng decided to shed his skin, no one could touch him. Those dull years didn't affect his physical development.

But after leaving Xianzhou, his growth was blocked.

Because his main experience was wandering around the universe, being hunted and chased by others, he couldn’t shed his skin before discovering and confirming an absolutely safe and undisturbed environment. Dan Heng had been to many spaceships, where danger came after danger. There was really no such environment.

The Express has been the place where he stayed the longest, but before this moment, he hadn't fully opened his heart. To persuade himself to moult in this space, he still had a lot of mental burden, especially in the context that he intended to keep his race a secret.

At that time, he didn't care much about how tall he was or what he looked like. His requirements were not much, as long as he didn't look like Imbibitor Lunae. Though he doesn't really care about it even at this moment, if he doesn't shed his skin, there would be three problems. The first would be the length of the external genitalia.

A male's external genitalia has a developmental curve as he ages. When he becomes 18 years old, the development begins to slow down, and Dan Heng’s current appearance was only 17 years old. Even if he didn't care about himself, he still cared about his partner's sexual experience. Although it was impossible to shed ten rounds of skin at a time and reach the strongest, at least one must pass the base line.

Dan Heng has a certain tendency towards perfectionism. Because of the length of the original body, the external genitalia of dragons are generally larger than those of humans, but Stelle was not short and had a specially-made body, which made him a little nervous, although he did not show it. It is always necessary to plan ahead, and he had to try to maximize his chances of winning.

Dan Heng hugged Stelle and walked towards the reference room, the girl refused to stop for a moment, flirting and teasing in his arms, the young man's brain was still thinking and calculating precisely, that he had to shed his skin, because the influence of The Permanence had made every Imbibitor Lunae, into similar numbness - if it weren't for a puncture wound, he would basically have no sensation, except for his tongue and lips.

Because the tongue also had the function of smell, it is the most sensitive, but this is not the case when the skin is just molted. At that time, the skin of the whole body can clearly feel any touch, although it might also hurt.

Of course, there was one last problem, that is, as it was at this moment, Stelle was trying hard to find his weak point, but now there was nothing, as if she was trying to open the express box without a knife, end up facing a bunch of tight scotch tape, which made her irritable, and Dan Heng worried. He sorted all kinds of things in his mind. He opened the door of the reference room with his right shoulder, and then slowly closed it with his right foot. The familiar smell and warm white noise filled his sense. Letting out a sigh, the young Vidyadhara sat on the chair in the reference room with Stelle clung to his chest. He let her sit in his arms, over his thigh, and then clicked on the search page of the data bank with his free hand, "Stelle, what do you think about these things? How much do you know?"

The girl looked at him like this was a matter of course.

"Just take off the clothes and insert, oh yes, you are a decadent of Vidyadhara."

"..."

Dan Heng: "..."

It seemed like he was overthinking.

With the same hand, the young man clicked the cross on the upper right corner of the data bank searching page.

"Anything special about the Vidyadhara?" The girl moved her hands down across the girdle and searched along Dan Heng's lower abdomen. She was sitting on his lap, and it seemed that a large piece of fabric was stiffly bulging nearby. Good luck, she did catch it, "Ah oh." Then she heard Danheng’s gasp, the young man held her hand to move it away, "Wait a minute." He had to shed his skin first.

… If the order is wrong, he might not be able to shed it.

Stelle looked at him in surprise, as if looking at an alien species: "After you returned to the reference room, you are not enthusiastic at all."

Obviously just a moment ago, in front of the people of Xian Zhou, he walked and kissed all the way, with half of his tongue stuck in her mouth, which made her almost out of breath, "Do you prefer in front of others?"

"...That's not true." Dan Heng was stunned for a moment, "I didn't pay much attention to them."

At that time, he just wanted to come back quickly so that he could search some information in the data bank and educate her with popular science.

Kissed her because she liked it.

At this moment, he was mainly thinking about shedding the skin, "Vidyadhara does have some special features, but it shouldn't hinder you. I can do it in the way of the human race, just wait a minute."

Dan Heng lowered his head, bit off the red rope on his shoulders with his teeth, then bit the white cloth on his chest with a little force,

"Wait, won't it hurt you?" Stelle just realized what he was doing - but wasn't that his scales?

"No." Dan Heng explained, "It will recover later." The clothes were peeled off from his body, revealing the young man's firm chest muscles and waist, and his erotic build. His complexion was slightly pale, as if bathed in moonlight. And he was just biting his own clothes so openly and rough, that even Stelle turned red when witnessing this process, her tongue seemed to be frozen in her mouth, couldn't make a sound.

In fact, if there was enough bite to create an opening, the rest of the coverings would fall off naturally. Everything happened very quickly. Stelle even sat on his lap and didn't leave at all. She had no idea how he did it. It only took two minutes. After a while, there were torn pieces of cloth all over the floor, some of which were connected together, and it was still possible to tell which part it was.

The girl stared at Dan Heng's figure with her eyes wide open, her pupils trembling.

"...Hoo." Dan Heng finished his work, and felt that he didn't grow much taller, but it didn't matter, at least he fought for it.

When he looked up, he found that Stelle was staring at him with a broken face.

"Surprised? Don't you understand everything?"

Stelle:"…"

The girl held back for a long time, and squeezed out several words, "...Teacher Dan Heng."

Danheng searched into her eyes for a moment, as he didn't understand the humor, "Sounds a bit weird. Better not call me like that."

When he said this, he stroked the girl's lumbar spine mildly across the windbreaker that symbolized Trailblaze. It was not an illusion - she was indeed very tense and nervous sitting on his lap, as she looked at him stiffly, perhaps because she was frightened by some of his behaviors, and even seemed to be about to repent of her decision.

"If you're afraid of getting hurt, let’s just don’t go inside." Dan Heng touched her lips.

Stelle's eyes trembled, and then she adjusted her expression. It wasn't that she was afraid or worried, but that she felt a little weird, and it was not at all the same as what was usually written in the book. To satisfy her curiosity, she once secretly read some pornographic novels and dramas. Xian Zhou has a vast land and abundant resources, which includes shady goods of every type, even though being repeatedly banned. She thought that activity is a dangerous entertainment, and just because it is dangerous, it’s exciting. When watching, the funniest part was to watch the wild pair burnt with desire, struggling, peeling off each other's camouflage in a vulgar way, mutilated and plundered each other’s belongings, starting from clothing, then to reason, to dignity, integrity, everything, got smashed one after another, burned until nothing was left, but when it was her turn, it seemed different.

She thought she was going to face something similar, so when Dan Heng looked at her like that, she was afraid, or in other words, for a thing as dangerous as desire, no matter being equipped into the eyes of whom, it could always be sharp and terrifying as such, that he looked like he was going to cut her open and torture her to death to make her become his.

But now the waves had receded, and the water was clear and transparent.

It turns out that desire is no different from flesh and clothing, covered as an extra layer above the same flame, making it difficult to tell the direction,

The full moon hangs high in the night sky, like a mirror as bright as raindrop. The young man removed the shackles and looked at her sincerely. He sat in front of her in the same form he came to this world.

Then he stopped and looked at her.

...

Weird feeling, very weird, the girl's heartbeat went faster, but the sound of thumping was both distant and strange, singing in harmony with the grunt of the star core,

The clothes on her body became dull, which made her feel uncomfortable, close to a sense of guilt. She really didn't like her body, and for various reasons, she couldn't reconcile with it. Kafka's unfathomable smile, pitiful and longing, like looking at the beautiful and stretched prey under the fork, and like looking at the tombstone carved by herself, that kind of look had always been engraved in her heart, Reminding her all the time, she was still a slave, so Stelle has been convincing herself to be a crazy, healthy mad guy, smashing the vulnerable supply tanks when she was happy, and emptying out their bodies one by one, just like rescuing her own kind. When she was upset, she lazily put on a dull face against the prying of others, while roaring in her heart, fuck you. She thought that why not making the best of this mistake, and she did, turn herself into the most uncontrollable actress, delivering her lines in the wrong direction, showing the worst attitude before saluting, numb when the crowd is shocked, angry when they are numb, laughing when they are angry, closing eyes for a rest when they are laughing, but when Dan When Heng gazed at her like that, she changed her mind for the first time, and yes, for the first and the only time, she was willing to act in the correct way to fit this drama, just because it was Dan Heng's idea, he was willing to come back to her, and she was just in the mood for it, he offered her a heavy rain, so she was willing to throw away her fear and hope to the ground, left and right of the pillow, like throwing away a pair of socks, she hugged him in the way just like in all those dramas, urged him, like hitting a small plastic jar, allowed him to spit out the sparkling water of desire to soak her soul, but here, there was just no such thing,

There's nothing here,

There was only a full moon, sitting opposite her on an empty mountain.

The girl fell silent, her cheeks flushed,

...so it was so, from the very beginning,

She thought that there would be flowers, so peach and plum blossoms broke out of the ground, from budding, to enchanting and in full bloom, and then to the rain of petals in the forest, melodiously and affectionately, paving the way from which she came,

She thought that there would be wind and snow, so the strong wind engulfed her, and the wild snow fell like feathers, so cold, vast, sharp, and overwhelming, as if wanted to take away everything of her and fill in her instead,

But they passed through her, like nothingness passed through her, and all the while, there was nothing here,

Only one full moon, one full moon only. Sitting on the empty mountain against her.

The girl looked around. The girl looked up.

Beyond love and lust, at the end of truth and lies.

She saw her own face,

Without sorrow or joy, with empty eyes lowered,

met herself,

looked at each other wordlessly.

Ah ah

What exactly was this place,

Why did he bring her here, but she,

Saw herself smiling, heard herself laughing, and as the laughers were let out, so shed the warmest tears,

The moon is wrinkled by her wild laughter, as if caught by her heart, hanging upside down in the middle of the lake,

The young man looked at her at a loss, the one he loved, she laughed and cried, clutching the corners of her clothes tightly, where the tears soaked into a mess, while she laughed drunkenly, cried heartbrokenly, but obviously nothing had happened yet,

He didn't know, did he do something wrong, but he still, didn't want to look away,

Nor dare to go beyond the bounds and wipe her soul,

"Stelle…Stelle?"

The young man patted her cheek and begged her to look at him, "Are you unhappy? What do you want?"

Damn it,

She does not know,

How could she know, she didn't even know, what she was laughing at, what she was crying about,

Damn it, only those who know will know, how does she know,

--liar,

She pretended not to know, but she knew it clearly - she thought that she had defined it unilaterally, that this was a drama, and from the very beginning, she treated Dan Heng and everyone in this way, as she had been an actress for a long time, and she almost forgot what she was,

The moon looked at her affectionately, only because she was here,

It illuminated flowers and snow, love and lust, just because she brought their seeds, and he gave out his nutrient generously, cut meat to feed tigers, opened his soul, watered his blood, and accommodated those seeds in the most standard and correct way, letting them grow and sprout out of his eyes and heart. When she got tired of watching, she only needs to take a breath, and they will turn into dust and smoke, but what about her, what is she,

Why is she,

ah yes

She has nothing but rebellion, she was born under the curse of fate, she wanted to smash everything all the time,

Just like this moment, as she found out that he had offered her everything, she felt so empty instead,

Because he took away all her seeds, all of hers, which was rebellion,

Gone now, they slowly melted and twisted under his watch,

…shaped into a different word called absurdity.

She didn’t want this thing,

She wanted something else, cause it's not fair, she wanted something else,

"Dan Heng," she reached out to stroke the boy's face, just like he stroked hers,

She gazed at him deeply, puzzled,

In the midst of the broken sadness and absurdity everywhere, she took off her mask, stared deeply at the moon that had been confronting her for a long time, when she asked him the final question,

"And you, what do you want?"

…--

Dan Heng was silent for a long time. He looked into her eyes and started his search.

Here it was again, what was he looking for again?!

unreasonable,

Stelle has been troubled by this gaze for too long, and she began to become angry from embarrassment. Time and time again, he ignored her defenses and barriers, distance and senses, gazed at her cruelly and transparently, as if looking for a lost puzzle piece. What he was looking for at all, what was in here, even she herself didn't understand, what he could see, she didn't understand, unless he told her in person, to let her understand--

...The young man found his lost piece, and he showed an extremely serious expression,

He could always search it out again and again, no matter how many times, hateful and lovely,

He looked into her eyes, thinking about how to interpret,

He stroked her forehead, wiped her tears out softly, looked inside those golden pupils, dived into them, the source of all fragrance, wind and snow,

He had never seen these landscapes so clearly. They exist against the comprehended, behind the nothingness, face and trace the opposite side of the abyss, grow actively towards the stars and the seasons, they build life and reincarnation, constitute flesh and blood and emotions, nail and root his feet firmly into the soil called the present, where the flowers bloom, the growing wind melts the dark ink, entangled up to the sky, cutting the past and the future into thin slices, sure enough, holding up a leaf against eyes, and the cruiser will not be seen, it's so simple , stupid, children can do it, but so tough for a wise man. After all, he had worked so hard to get to the opposite side of evading, but now, looking back at the way he came, he found that evading and evading were also different; It was only a Maple leaf, where it would go depends on whether it was human-being passing it over, or the water passing it over, so here, at this moment, he needed a maple leaf, he had to depart from all the answers, he had to travel to all the questions, while all the leaves, all the illusions, had been instantly annihilated, fragile and vulnerable; who would be willing to take great risks for him, fall into injustice, who will hold up this leaf for him, against the fierce light flow of the bright moon, down into the silent soil, holding firmly her laughter and tears, smash the silence, smash the fear, smash the fate, smash, watch them fall to the ground one after another, become seedlings, young forests, towering trees, until the garden is filled with fragrant, flowery branches and full of spring, facing the bright moon in the heart of the sky, sitting against each other from a distance, as they unite with flows and changes, they could piece together into the two sides of the reality, and this was what he wanted, what he had never seen clearly before, the burning seed, and its true appearance, he and she had to piece it together to reveal its true appearance,

He looked at Stelle, he chased the seed,

He looked into the girl's eyes and wiped away all her tears,

His voice hoarse and sour, "I want you."

...this was the thing

That's right, it's this thing,

Star heard himself laughing like a real jerk,

But she had never been so happy as now, she was really a jerk, but she was enjoying it, she looked into Dan Heng's eyes, that was her only audience in this ridiculous drama,

Loyal and sincere eyes, cold and clear eyes, gentle and cruel eyes, her moon, her abyss,

She covered the young man's eyes with her hands, touched them gently, and let them close. When there was no audience, this was no longer a play, and without a play, there was no absurdity. After that, the girl smiled softly with tears. She kissed Dan Heng's eyes, she stretched out her hand to take off her clothes, one by one, her costume, her face after face, at the end of all truths and lies, when the last clothes fell into the dust, the girl kissed his eyes, leaning into his arms,

She told him, "Don't think about it."

(End of main story)
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(The following are three extra stories--)

(Almost Home extra story 1| Welt’s perspective: Ninety-Nine Interpretations of Silence)

A senior could easily sense that something had happened at the first glance.

The young man's eyes are like the ice spring that has just thawed out, wet, as if being pulled by an invisible silk thread, chasing every swing of the girl's body arc, as if confused, or trying to compare with something in memory, with a subtle hot temperature.

...but things went as predicted.

Although Dan Heng was a serious boy, he was not the type who would take the rules and regulations seriously. He just didn't think it was necessary to break them. If he really made up his mind to do something crazy, then correspondingly, "to consider other people's opinion" would be rendered unnecessary.

Anyway, I was relieved that he could take such a step forward.

After the young man noticed my gaze, he let go of his arms that folded his chest. He nodded to me with his usual expression and asked about today's schedule.

His breath was much more relaxed than before, and it seemed that the influence of Luo Fu’s trip on him had almost been eliminated.

What was also eliminated even included the accumulated unease from the past.

As usual, I didn't ask any questions. The fact that he was able to gain a nice mental outlook, would be better than anything else.

This was a good thing for him, for the Trailblaze, and for the future of this universe.

Therefore, I told him: "Today's task is to rest. After returning from Xian Zhou, everyone needs to sort out and plan a lot. I discussed it with Himeko and Pom-Pom. If you plan to stay longer, you should have your own space. The data in the reference room can be connected to the main cabin outside using cloud tech, so that we don’t have to enter your bedroom to check the data.”

Dan Heng's eyes touched, he seemed to want to say something, but maybe he thought it was a superfluous expression, so he swallowed it back.

"...Thank you, that would be great."

The restrained young man condensed his feelings into a short sentence, whose weight was not light.

I nodded, as this is the freedom he deserves.

"Then let's do our own work," I said.

Since I planned to renovate the train room, I had to prepare the drawings.

Designing was my forte, and it could be regarded as an extension of my old profession.

However, design cannot be underestimated. Drawings don't just come by chance.

It usually takes a lot of energy and time to prepare, although I enjoyed it.

Once I started to think about the design, emerged in my mind was the sexy golden-black bones of the great Engine of Creation resting on the icy and snowy city-state.

I started to analyze how to turn the data bank cloud connection interface into something similar.

"..."

"Mr. Welt...!"

The young man's sudden call interrupted my magnificent calculations.

His voice hesitated, as if he still had doubts, or there were still things he couldn't frame with words.

So I came back to my senses and looked into Dan Heng’s eyes intently.

Maybe he didn't know what questions he wanted to ask me, or maybe he wanted to ask me too many questions, which flooded into his mind at the same time, which made him not able to start to speak.

But in fact, the guidance I could offer him was very limited.

Everyone's life trajectory is their own. Only by following their own ideas can they truly live. The experience of others is not even a suitable reference.

In the end, people can only observe, think, comprehend, and judge by themselves.

To experiment, to fail, and figure out a key that works for their locks particularly.

The only piece of advice I could give was: "Dan Heng, it's good that you can gain something from the journey - keep this feeling, try to communicate with others more. Don't be afraid of conflicts, don't leave regrets.”

Dan Heng's past was isolated and sealed in the dark, where he was either running away, or struggle to endure.

He has never had the opportunity to learn how to interact with people because he had no suitable companions.

But it was different at this moment.

It looked like he's found someone who would share everything with him, and whom he would share everything with.

Their notches fit perfectly. They shared the same darkness and ran towards the same starry sky, so that the sufferings and curses he had experienced became worthwhile overnight.

The world is complex and all-encompassing, having more unfamiliar than familiar, more unknown than known.

Everything could be possible.

Looking at the young man's eyes where the snowy night melted into the dawn, I couldn't help giving out a sigh deep in my heart.

In this journey of Trailblaze, what else will not happen?

(Almost Home extra story 2, March 7th’s perspective) Approaching Science

"What is this?!!!!!!!" The moment I saw that thing clearly, I fell off the bed reflexively, and my dear guest, Stelle, held an indescribable book above her head, the other hand impatiently patted the bed that belonged to me, noise after noise, again and again, "Okay, come back, sweetie, didn't you say you want to hear the full story? Of course I want to tell you the important details one by one. And now, this is what you were desperately curious about, well, let’s start with popular science, and this is d**k, male reproductive organs.”

"Haaaah--????????!"

I covered my eyes in shock, but I didn't completely cover them.

Covering my eyes was just to show my attitude, after all, I was looking through my fingers, very alert, because the thing looks so scary, my God, what is that thing!?

"You mean this thing, it can be stretched, stretched, stretched, stretched, stretched, stretched, stretched, stretched, and stretched. Teacher Dandandandandandanheng, used it to teach you how to be a human...?????"

I can't speak coherently because my frozen fairy-tale mental world is collapsing.

Men actually grow this thing, they are natural drillers. And they use it to express emotions.

...My best friend, Stelle, she is honest, but also really cruel.

"I, I said I wanted to hear the story, but... but..... I don't need to know this?!! I mean, my... oh my god!"

After a few seconds, I couldn't take it anymore, and I completely protected my eyes with my hands. Completely.

But there is no difference between looking at this thing twice or not. Once you are frightened, it will be a lifetime!

Yes, I think I have a psychological shadow.

I even reasonably suspect that with Stelle's bad taste, she might have come here purely to scare me, and that's how she treated my thirst for knowledge. Too rough.

--unacceptable……!

"Oh, March, don't be afraid! The page has been turned, the page has been turned." I could feel the cold sweat on my forehead being gently wiped away by Stelle with a small handkerchief made of silk, until new ones ooze out again, and I almost cried, when I'm begging so hard: "I I I I... I really don't want to watch this stuff anymore! Please Stelle, please, you can tell the story, but don't... don't let me watch this! You also know me... I am simple girl! Could you please... I really beg you please!!!"

"Okay, okay! Turn the page, don't worry—I promise!" Stelle swears firmly to me, "I——will never show you the reproductive organ of a man again!"

Her voice made me feel both safe and completely insecure.

However, I did hear her turn the page. This time, I believed her for the time being, and slowly opened my eyes with a crack.

Things on the paper went from blurry to clear.

Fine scales, sinuous body, forked tongue.

It seemed to be...

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

I held my head in arms and shouted, "Why did you show me a snake!? I, I don't like this thing...!"

"Don't be afraid, calm down,"

Stelle softly supported my back, and with the other hand, she pointed at the belly of the snake, "Look, there is a pair here."

"A pair... a pair of what?" My voice trembled, and I instinctively felt that this was not a good message.

"Um."

Stelle nodded, "That's what you think."

Reproductive Organ(s).

I:"…"

I:"……"

I:"………………"

I looked into the eyes of the stars.

The moment we looked at each other, I accidentally matched her brainwaves.

Dan Heng belongs to the Vidyadhara family.

Vidyadhara is dragon, which looks quite similar to the snake.

The more I stared at it, the more similarity I could sense.

"So, what you want to tell me must not be..."

"be like…………"

"..."

"Oh, sounds like you’ve got it. I was about to say that a dragon also has a pair." Stelle looked at me clearly, "He can express double emotions. That's all information you ordered from me."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

I covered my ears and let out a scream, which was my last rebellion, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

I didn't understand, I really didn't understand, a few hours ago, why did I chase after Stelle to get to the bottom of it?!

...and insisted on digging her out of the reference room, dragging her all the way back to my room like pulling a carrot, insisting on levering her mouth open, OMG, what was I trying to do?

The person involved was regretful, very regretful...

My intestines were all green, okay?!!!

(Almost Home extra story 3, Dan Heng's perspective) Space Walk

To say that I hate fate does not seem to be the case.

After that day, I talked to Stelle scatteredly about the things in my memory and when I was a child. In fact, there were basically few of them, because most of the experiences did not move me. What touches me are some conceptual things other than the event themselves, and only those abstract things last longer, planting distress and confusion for me while I was sleeping or thinking deeply.

I always think about it, but Stelle criticized me, that thinking is what hurts me, yet she was not wrong. But she is not right either.

She also told a joke, although I didn't quite understand it, she said that I was a key matcher, always faced with all kinds of locks, and matched keys there without saying a word, I asked her, what do you mean?

She said, it's nothing, but I think you might want to ask: "Do you deserve it, how many do you deserve?"

Then we fell silent, and she laughed at me again.

What she said could be right, for I really like to think and resolve problems, and I don't particularly care who the owner of the problem is. After all, I will be the one who will gain experience in the end. One is never overwhelmed by many skills. It’s better for me to learn something than to do nothing. Only with rich experience can I gain greater freedom in this chaotic universe. After all, accidents may happen at any time, and it is better to believe in yourself than to believe in anyone else.

However, I did get into long-term troubles due to excessive observation and thinking. For example, sometimes, looking at other people's memories and looking at similar faces, I might feel confused about who I am. Those memories, even if I didn’t actually experience them personally, I was able to roughly understand them, because they speak in my mind, and I can’t always turn a deaf ear to them. Those words and the traces left on my body corroborate each other, making me fall into a deeper round of thinking, eventually getting trapped.

The Vidyadhara decadent rely on the division of memory to distinguish themselves. It is not appropriate to carry on the memory of the previous round, which could also be a huge trouble for any race. Not only for Vidyadhara.

The "right place matched with wrong person" situations happen all the time, but I'm far from loathing my past life. In my opinion, that person, like me, started from a position with no choice, but his ending was more willful and reckless, which might should be regarded as a kind of courage. The evading that he couldn't touch was finally completed by me. So I was relatively lucky. And that luck didn't come without a price.

I enjoyed the stuffs that all other Imbibitor Lunae couldn't enjoy, while the price was years of wandering and ignorance, as well as the inexplicable provocations from that man, who can't be killed even if I killed him several times, and all kinds of karma that was hardly cut, bringing more trouble and confusion.

But Stelle said, I can't think in this way. She said I was always comprehending, not fighting back.

In fact, I also thought about the other side. I will fight when necessary. But there are always a few occasions when I don't get the answer as soon as I detect the question. It's a pity that when even I don't know the solution, others usually don't know it either.

So I had also experienced puzzlement and at a loss. For a long time, I would try to avoid thinking about the key points of certain problems. Especially when I was on the Express, I focused on dealing with small tasks, solving the problems that Stelle and March created, and I had no time for puzzlement. The only situation that I can't quickly recover was when I've just had a nightmare, by which time I carefully avoid letting them notice that side of me.

But most of the time, I can barely remember what the problem was. There are too many things to do. It takes a considerable amount of time to maintain the data bank alone. The tasks have become my routine schedule, which keeps me busy every day; to solve the star core incidents, I have to act as an analyst and guard, and I have to do my best without any mistakes; even sometimes, happened to gain some leisure time, I will still be pinned down by Stelle. She could always explore new ways to play tricks on me. Sometimes messing up my schedule, sometimes doing nothing but being around. When I look at her, it's often the case that I might forget something else.

Until the matter of Xian Zhou. I really didn't expect that.

Of course I fought, I kept rebutting, although I knew it was useless, they knew my temperament and choices too well, and knew how to force me so that I just couldn't refuse. But the situation was chaotic at that time, and I was forced to use the power of Imbibitor Lunae, so my brain didn’t work well. I didn't like to use it, not because it was too strong, but because it interfered with my thinking. The person mobilizing power and making decisions seemed not to be me, but Imbibitor Lunae, although it was difficult to distinguish, but it made me feel not myself.

In fact, recalling it from now, I was really disturbed at that time. For one thing, they guided me to do the thing that I had to do, and for another, I was in a stalemate with the power of Imbibitor Lunae, which caused me to waver and not know how to behave. The power and thoughts of Imbibitor Lunae was quite different from my ideas, which made me uneasy and confused, so when I stood face to face with Stelle, my first reaction was to explain, because I thought they would only feel more confused and unwilling than me, and I was very worried they couldn't tell the difference between Imbibitor Lunae and what I was really like. And, because of my strong anxiety, I abnormally expect them to throw questions on me so that I could catch and explain. Only when this gap was dug out and discussed directly and openly, would I ever feel relieved. But what I didn’t expect was, she, who cared about me most, didn't ask me any questions, but was dissatisfied that I hid my unease.

Surprisingly, the reason for this was that she and I shared the same anxiety.

Her uneasiness was related to fate, and if I denied my uneasiness, I also denied hers.

I thought I could hide it, but I didn't expect that she could hide it better than me. She has a very stubborn temper. If she wanted to be expressionless, she would be so cruel that she would not give any feedback. She's cute like that, but it's also scary.

A few hours after that, she started to sulk. I did panic, but my mind was very messed up, as many things were not digested. Thanks to Mr. Walter for urging me to find her in time, otherwise this matter would have had a different end. Stelle may be awkward for a long time, and it was likely to be the kind of stubborn that I can hardly detect, and would never have the relationship with me like this moment.

So this time, I admit that I did lose to fate before and became a slave of it shortly. But thanks to this cause and effect, it gave me a push and made me see more things clearly. For example, why was Stelle so stubborn, and what made her like that. After this trip, I seemed to get a little closer to her emotions. That was the most unfamiliar thing for me.

Still, I can't figure her out.

There are very few things I really don't understand, and she always comes out on top.

Sometimes I can understand a little bit, like what she fears and hates, but when I really touch into something, I feel very definitely that I don't really know what she sees. Even though it might be just the same thing, what we see would be completely different. Perhaps because we are looking at the same thing from two opposite directions, we actually use each other to get closer to the truth itself.

My intuition tells me that I will still not understand her, which will keep me by her side for a long time. But I’d love to. She can see what I can't because she has what I don't. For example, she'll do things that don't make sense to me.

The situation of March is a good example, yes, March is avoiding me now, and avoiding all other members of the opposite sex. I knew that Stelle must be playing tricks again. At this moment, the culprit is sitting next to me harmlessly, playing games beep beep bobo, drinking happy water with a blank face, gurgling, but I I think she is laughing wildly, having a good time. Whether her game is in the handheld or outside of it, I can't comment on that.

I look at her. I don't play games, so I don't know why I look at her. After a while, she stops drinking water and glances at me.

"Dan Heng." She throws the phone to the side of the sofa, as if the game has nothing to do with her for a moment, she rests on my leg, finds a comfortable angle, and looks up at me. Like enjoying the scenery.

"You always look at me, now it’s time for me to pay back." Stelle says to me.

She is so cute. I failed to understand.

I reply, "As you like."

After molting, I managed to switch back to the short hair look, and while it's not Imbibitor Lunae itself, it's closer to the look I prefer.

Under the cunning watch of Stelle, I also silently examine myself, what is Imbibitor Lunae, and what am I? This question is actually not difficult to answer.

If "Dan Heng" hadn't come into this world, something still exists, then it wasn't with me.

Correspondingly, if something is born because of me, then it is a part of me, even if it has a certain probability, that it will not be annihilated because of my departure.

In this way, the luggage and goods that seem to be blended in abstraction can be clearly separated, eliminating the false and keeping the truth.

When we were getting close that day, Stelle told me that her body was designed for the star core, and what she was to accommodate into the body seemed out of her choice, so she wanted to let Elliot know that he had made a mistake.

What I didn't tell her was that Elio probably wouldn't know he made a mistake.

Fate is unconscious. It is not flesh and blood, it knows nothing but cause and effect, it is behind the moonlight, and it is always far away from the truth.

But her struggles, my interpretations, these will change, will shape us, become part of [others] and [us], become part of the truth, which would not exist if she and I had not actually come into the world. This is how me and she fill in each other's answers.

Fate claims to be immutable, just because in the prison of fate, fate is immutable.

But outside that prison, it is the place where the fool and the wise are born, and once they really gaze at themselves and see what they are doing, they can easily set foot on that place, which explains the beauty and paradox of life - lucid dream.

One has to use comet-like wisdom and courage to cross everything, stand on the other side of the river, and look at yourself:

Knowing that it is a dream, but you have to observe it clearly, and then return yourself to this dream. Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, you prefer to walk on the mountains of tigers.

No matter what cards you hold, escape, explain, rebel, destroy.

They are all indistinguishable, shadowy, just one of the reflections of tens of thousands of truths; where this flesh and blood body wants to go, never depends on what they are, but on what I want.

Stelle asked me what I want.

I want truth, I want answers.

On myself, and on my back.

Roaming in this vast space full of answers and questions, I am accompanied by the most troublesome questions and answers in the world.

The vast sky, full of stars.

My questions and answers.

I will travel with them and stay close to each other, until the end of this dream and search.

- fin -

Postscript: About Evading and Rebellion

Everyone should have noticed that I have deduced for so long, mainly to promote an invisible thing, to purify a pair of concepts in two people, evading and rebellion, this is what I am interested in calculating, to say Dan Heng had them in hands as seeds, It’s better to say that I asked him to take it, so that I can see if the two of them can draw a tie. They’d better not disappoint me, and don’t let me look down on either party.

...It was a stroke of luck that I saw something worth seeing.

Both parties tried their best, one side used defense as offense, and the other side used offense as defense, and finally completed a rheological feedback. Each of them is complete.

There are still many things I want to say, but I don’t intend to explain every of them here, leaving more space for my readers to interpret.

However, what I can guarantee with the black abyss and white flowers in my hand is that the logic of this article is very precise, from the beginning to the end of the framework clues echoing, down to every small image and tendency word, it is not groundless, it does not exist something like "The curtains are blue just because they are blue" in my design, if you ask me, I can explain everything, so you can explain and explore with confidence, and I promise you will not be disappointed.

If you are interested, welcome to ask questions.

I'm more interested in telling you the following:

(1) My writing style doesn't exist, I'm just imitating someone's perspective. For example, from Dan Heng’s point of view, in the middle of the text, I used a lot of commas, but it’s not because I’m rushing to do homework and have a nervous breakdown. After all, my spirit is very good because I’m operating a Ni=1000%, Ti= 500%, Fi=0/100%, Se=0, Ne=0, Fe=? (blocked) Dan Heng. His way of thinking about problems should be like slicing through a mould. In many cases, these ideas are a coherent sentence in Dan Heng's mind from beginning to end. It is like a sharp line. Maybe there is no language to organize it, but I concretized in language. But this makes everyone, including me, feel oppressed when reading, why it is not over yet, out of breath. The same goes for other parts and perspectives.

(2) In the main story, I used dual perspectives. From the star's perspective, we will see Dan Heng as a black box. If you don't disassemble it, his behavior will be abrupt and intermittent, sometimes confusing, sometimes seeming funny, sometimes straight to horror, and once you turn the perspective, you will find the whole world in Dan Heng's eyes is also like this. From Dan Heng's perspective, his behavior and thoughts have always been very coherent and self-consistent, and that of Stelle’s are confusing. But the most interesting thing is that if you delete the whole text in one go, except for the dialogue, and leave only the dialogue here, you will find that they didn't say a few words at all, but they completed all the upside-down communication, which is enough to make everyone puzzled.

(3) Because Danheng, as I mentioned, belongs to a personality derived and stereotyped under extreme conditions, so when it is in operation, I can't predict the situation of each node, that is to say, I feel precarious when I write , I am especially afraid that I will not be self-consistent, my outline is just a piece of paper, it is not composed of "what to do", but a baffle pinball game, I can only give a few baffles of "can't do anything", Drive them roughly but at random. Before reasoning to a certain position, I don't know what Dan Heng will do in the next moment. I can only reason two or three steps at a time. Writing is like wrestling with oneself, playing chess with myself. I know the rules, I know the initial value and the abilities of the two people, their three views, and what they want. Then I push each of them to take a step. I really don't know what the two of them will do after a hundred moves. Just for playing chess, it is impossible for anyone to know a hundred moves, especially when the brain circuits of these two people are very jumpy and extraordinary. But I pre-determined a rough ending for them, very rough, that is, I have to restore Dan Heng to a healthy state, and then use Stelle as his anchor, every time I feel that it is going to be a mess, I will rely on Ni+Ne to draw a sudden idea to twist the story line all the way back in a beautiful and timely way without losing the sense of fate, so I was under great pressure every day. After all, I had an idea today and lived up to everyone’s expectations, but how will I have an idea tomorrow?! How can the day after tomorrow I have an idea? ! ! ! How can I, the day after the day after tomorrow, come up with an idea? ! ! ! ! ! The day after the day after the day after tomorrow, how can I... Forget it, in short, there are not many characters that can push me to this level. But it also gave me enough to gain.

(4) I listened to my own interests and explained some things in the direction I like, including but not limited to: hunting wind and imaginary number destruction; preservation fire and physical destruction; Ethereal dream; Imbibitor Lunae and Dan Heng's clothing; and so on.

(5) My friends and I agree that the overall appearance of my test paper is poor, but there is no way to improve it. If using a metaphor equals to making an auxiliary line, I probably has presented a ball of wool, which can already be used to amuse the cat... It was a fluke and the proof was over, and it was close to a real mess. I was finally able to show everyone what a science student could confidently bring to the world: a sharp proof like a sword, accompanied by a poor paper appearance like shit. I am sure that I have truly proved it. Without any additional conditions, DanStelle is a beautiful solution. Beauty belongs to DanStelle, and shit belongs to the paper appearance... I hope my kind readers can take the key and forget the key matcher.

(6) Logic is fluid, and it can be explained forward or backward. In the second chapter, I used Dan Heng to demonstrate it for everyone. Of course, this is also because I think he can do it. So I want to say that the logic I have framed is variable, but it presents and anchors an ornamental possibility here and now. It has touched me, and I hope it will touch you as well.