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The next second, Zhou Zhi seemed to come to his senses and suddenly withdrew his hand.

A Yu also took a step or two back as if waking up from a dream, and an awkward atmosphere spread between the two of them.

Zhou Zhi desperately needed to find something to fill the frozen and crumbling atmosphere between the two of them, but there was nothing around. She was somewhat helpless and had to look away stiffly.

"...Did you hear any sound?"

A Yu listened carefully and shook his head.

There was no sound at first, and Zhou Zhi only said this to ease the embarrassment. But gradually, Zhou Zhi seemed to really hear some sound, coming from far away and getting closer.

"Are you listening carefully?"

Upon hearing this, Ah Yu also moved closer to her and listened carefully, but after a while, he still shook his head honestly: "No."

Zhou Zhi blinked, feeling the sound getting louder and louder: "Shhh - listen again -" Listen...

Zhou Zhi reached out his hand and tried to pull him.

A Yu stared at her hand, still hesitating whether to hold it.

At this moment, the vague sound seemed to gain reality and slowly chiseled its way into Zhou Zhi’s slow-moving brain.

"Sorry, something went wrong. I'll take you back."

Before Zhou Zhi could refuse, A Yu's hand was just a hair's breadth away from holding hers. Zhou Zhi disappeared in front of A Yu once again.

A Yu stood there in a daze.

Originally, here, under his palm, he was just a hair's breadth away from holding her hand in his.

So now, what is going on?

She just disappeared right in front of him like that?

Is she playing a game with him?

"Sister Zhizhi——"

The valley was silent and there was only the fading echo lingering in Ayu's ears.

As far as he could remember, this was the second time she disappeared in front of him for no reason.

But why?

What did he do wrong?

Why could she always disappear in front of him without any flaws for no reason?

Another gust of wind blew from afar, passed by him and made a slight detour from him, lifted up the corner of his clothes, seemed to mock him, and then hurried away.

Is this an irony of fate?

He didn't know that such a farewell would happen again and again, like in the past, now, and in the future.

?

Zhou Zhi didn't know how many times he had woken up in this world.

This place is not unfamiliar, it is Aying’s tree house.

The oil lamp not far away crackled for some reason, the light and shadow swayed, and a subtle warmth came from it.

The usual herbal scent lingered in his nostrils, and Zhou Zhi felt a sense of finality.

She went back to the past and met Ayu when he was a child and a teenager. The first time, what she accidentally left for Ayu was a purple flower she picked casually. Now, the same purple flower was safely placed in a plain vase in Aying's tree house.

But Aying said that Ayu disappeared seven years ago, leaving behind only a small bamboo basket. How could he have such small flowers in his home every day by such a coincidence?

Is she overthinking?

Was the sense of overlap between the two of them when they were young also an illusion?

……

Zhou Zhi waved away the vase beside the bed.

"boom--"

With a very crisp sound, even the tree roots on the ground were smashed and a hole was made.

"Are you awake?"

Almost at the same time, a figure ran in from outside. The voice was familiar, but Zhou Zhi really didn't dare to recognize that figure.

The man looked like he had just been fished out of a beach of tree roots, with numerous tiny but distinct tree roots surrounding his clothes.

Until his face was revealed by the firelight, Zhou Zhi was still a little hesitant to recognize him.

Zhou Zhi said: "You two look so alike."

The tall figure was stunned for a moment, but soon continued to move forward and approached Zhou Zhi.

"Is it?"

He was neither anxious nor impatient, as if he had expected it.

"Not really," Zhou Zhi smiled. Seeing him approach so closely, Zhou Zhi was surprised. He stretched out his hand and pulled the tree roots on his body. He hissed, as if in pain, but did not move at all. Zhou Zhi just mercilessly broke it off and sniffed it. It was indeed the familiar herbal smell. "I just feel that you two should have been the same person."