Genshin Impact: The Water God Wants Me to Confess

At this moment, the scene seems to overlap with that time and moment.

In the Buffati Mansion, in Arecino's lavishly decorated but slightly dim room, an astonishing scene was taking place.

Finina widened her eyes and stared in astonishment at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure on the bed - [Alechino].

Then, she quickly shifted her gaze to the other Alechino standing next to her, her heart full of doubts and confusion.

"What is going on? Why are there two Alechinos at the same time?"

Finina's gaze kept swinging back and forth like a pendulum, between the sickly [Alechino] on the bed and the indifferent Alechino beside her.

Arlecino, who was lying on the bed, had a face as pale as paper, completely bloodless; her eyes, which should have been bright and moving, now looked a little dull due to swelling; her lips were an unhealthy white color, and were dry and slightly cracked.

The baggy hospital gown hung loosely on her frail body, making her look even more delicate and weak, as if a slight breeze could easily blow it down.

However, at this moment, the weak [Alechino] on the bed raised his head with difficulty and showed a gentle and friendly smile to the two people standing at the door.

Although her face showed fatigue, her smile was still as warm as the spring sun.

But her haggard appearance is really heartbreaking: pale face, swollen eyes, cracked and white lips...all of them tell of the pain and torture she has endured.

"You are finally back...Funina..."

[Alechino]'s voice was as light as a mosquito and her breath was as thin as a thread.

Her affectionate gaze was always fixed on Fernina, never leaving her for a moment.

Because the person in front of her is the love she has been thinking about day and night, and is also the soul mate she longs to hug tightly and kiss passionately.

It was a pity that her broken body could no longer support any intense movement. Even speaking a few words had almost exhausted all her strength. She had already reached the limit of what she could do at the moment.

"You... who are you? Why, why do you look exactly like Arlecino?!"

Finina stared at the pale, dying woman on the bed with horror on her face. She involuntarily took a small step towards Alechino beside her, her body trembling slightly.

This subtle action, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly caused ripples and caused strong reactions in both Arlecino.

The seemingly weak [Arecino] lying on the sickbed suddenly had a flash of unspeakable pain and sadness in his originally dull eyes, as desolate as a fallen leaf drifting alone in a cold night in late autumn.

Then, the smile on her lips gradually became distorted, and finally turned into a helpless bitter smile and deep self-mockery: "Haha... After all, I'm just a fake with nothing on the surface..."

[Alechino]'s voice was as light as a mosquito, as if every word she uttered would exhaust all her strength.

At the same time, Alechino, who was standing aside, was overjoyed because of Fernina's small action of moving closer to him.

Her beautiful eyes were shining with ecstasy, and the corners of her mouth were raised, forming an arc of satisfaction and joy.

At this moment, Alechino looked directly at the sickly "self" lying on the bed without any hesitation. His confident and proud eyes seemed to silently declare: So what if you are a slice of my body? Funina's heart always belongs to the real me!

That’s right, considering Arlecino’s extraordinary intelligence, when she first met Arlecino, a thought instantly flashed through her mind - the person in front of her was most likely her own slice!

This keen insight and intuition allowed her to see the truth almost instantly.

And, if her guess was correct, then all of this was undoubtedly done by Dotole.

When he thought of this, the anger in Alechino's heart began to burn.

That extremely hateful and ungrateful guy actually dared to offend her again and again. He is simply a lawless bastard!

At this moment, Alechino secretly swore: once she found the right opportunity, she would definitely kill Dotore with her own hands without mercy to vent her hatred.

After further observing [Alechino], she also realized that she had been in Fontaine for quite some time and had been living in the Buffati Mansion.

At this moment, Alechino's gaze suddenly turned to his best friend Krevi beside him, with obvious dissatisfaction in his eyes, staring at her closely.

"Krevy, why didn't you tell me earlier about such an important matter?"

There was a hint of coldness in Alechino's voice. Although she was angry and dissatisfied, she would not treat Krevi the same way she treated other people.

"Ah!" When hearing her name coming out of Alechino's mouth, Klevi couldn't help but tremble all over, as if she was struck by a thunderbolt.

She subconsciously shrank her neck like a frightened rabbit, then reached out and touched her nose guiltily, her eyes flickering, not daring to meet Alechino's sharp gaze.

"me......"

Krevy opened her mouth and wanted to explain quickly, but when the words came to her lips, it was as if something was blocking them and she couldn't say anything.

At this moment, a voice so weak that it was almost inaudible was suddenly heard.

"Don't blame Krevy... This was all my idea. I forced her to do it, and Linny and the others hid it from you..."

The person who spoke was Alechino herself, but at this moment she looked extremely weak, her face was as pale as paper, and her breath was very weak.

However, despite this, she still forced herself to raise her head and looked straight at Alechino in front of her. Her gaze was firm and calm, and she had no intention of retreating at all because of the cold and cruel look in the other's eyes.

As a slice of Arlecchino, she knows the real Arlecchino very well, including his character, temper and methods.

Therefore, facing this terrifying existence in front of her, she did not feel too much fear, but instead showed extraordinary courage and calmness.

After all, what was there for [herself] to be afraid of? She was going to die anyway.