Zongman: My five senses are connected with the proud daughter of the world

She looked at the pink-haired girl in front of her, then turned back to look at Jiang Lianqiu.

Pursing her lips, Xing Wusheng finally turned back to Jiang Lianqiu.

After watching Jiang Xing's actions from beginning to end, the pink-haired girl's smile widened a little.

"Lian Qiu, is she really not March Seventh?"

"How do you think she looks like me?"

Xing looked the pink-haired girl up and down, pondered for a moment, and nodded. "That's right, Sanyueqi is stupid. This guy looks black! It's definitely not Sanyue!"

Pink-haired girl: "..."

Although she was still smiling as she stared at Xing, there was a hint of danger deep in her pupils.

"Hey! Let me ask you something." Xing suddenly asked the girl, "What was the first thing I said when you and Lian Qiu first met me in the space station?"

The girl raised an eyebrow, "You hit your head, jump up and ask who attacked you."

Xing's eyes widened. After a moment, he turned and asked Jiang Lianqiu, "Is that it?"

"...So you don't even know the answer yourself?"

"Who remembers it so clearly!" Xing blushed embarrassedly.

"It seems I got the answer right. Do you believe I am March Seven now?"

"No! You are not!" Unexpectedly, Xing denied the pink-haired girl on the spot.

The girl was stunned: "...Why?"

"Needless to say?" Xing pointed at herself. "If I can't even remember something, how could Sanyue possibly remember it when her mind is even more empty than mine?"

The pink-haired girl blinked and tilted her head. "Perhaps your mental state is too strange and makes a deep impression on others."

"Can it be explained this way?" Xing was completely baffled, and her tone was filled with uncertainty. "What about Lian Qiu? I think what she said makes a lot of sense. Wow... am I even dumber than Sanyue?!"

"So, do you have any other way to distinguish people?" Jiang Lianqiu asked casually.

Xing, the clever little ghost, suddenly had an idea: "I got it! Lianqiu, go hug her and kiss her! Pry open her mouth"

"If it's March, I will definitely not reject you!"

These words made Jiang Lianqiu and the girl fall silent at the same time.

At some point, this memory space had come to a standstill, the cries for help from the outside world had disappeared, the burning flames had solidified, and the phantoms of Hoshimi Ya and Madam Hoshimi next to them were also motionless.

"Want to try?"

The pink-haired girl holding an umbrella looked at Jiang Lianqiu with a half-smile.

It is undeniable that March Seven is a stunning beauty.

It's just that this girl's noisy and impetuous personality, coupled with her always silly appearance, makes her charm lean towards the cute side.

And now, this girl with a face exactly like Sanyueqi has none of the silly and cute feeling that Sanyue usually gives people. Her unpredictable smile even makes Xingdu, who made this suggestion, feel subconsciously scared.

"You are not March." Jiang Lianqiu finally made a judgment. "Answer me, did you get March Seven's memories, or did March Seven get your memories back?"

"Is there any difference?" the red-haired girl asked.

"Yes, that will determine my attitude towards you."

As soon as these words came out, a hint of resentment flashed in the girl's eyes.

"No matter what, the body is the same." She walked slowly towards him, and her warm and sweet breath brushed across Jiang Lianqiu's chest.

The tip of one finger gently touched his chest, and the girl stood on tiptoe, trying to put her lips close to Jiang Lianqiu's ear.

"That child gave his entire body to you, and I was also harmed..."

"You're not even allowing people to see what kind of person the man who got both of us is?"

"I see." Jiang Lianqiu understood. "You wanted to see my memories from the beginning, but you couldn't. Instead, you accidentally dragged Liuying and Xing into it. As for me, you failed, but not completely. You saw Ya, who was connected to my spirit."

"Smart~"

The girl quickly kissed Jiang Lianqiu's cheek and then took a step back.

"Answer your question just now, Lian Qiu. If I have to choose one of those two options, it should be the latter."

So, it was March who got her memory back.

"As for me... well, I guess neither you nor she wants me to bear the name of March Seventh."

The girl glanced at Mimi and seemed to have thought of something.

"Then, just call me Chang Yeyue."

"March in Omphalos is called the Long Night Moon."

"Give March back to me and Lianqiu!" Xing jumped out and pointed at the girl who called herself Chang Yeyue, puffing out his cheeks angrily.

"Don't worry." Chang Yeyue's eyes swept across Xing, then looked at Jiang Lianqiu again, "Believe me, I won't do anything bad to Sanyue. On the contrary... whether it's Xing or you, Lianqiu, I will take care of her for you, and I will also take care of the road ahead."

“…at any cost.”

"Then, before we part for now, let me give you a gift."

When he finally finished speaking, the illusion shattered.

Chang Yeyue changed back into March Seventh's appearance in a flash of light, but before Jiang Lianqiu could hug her, the entire memory space dissipated.

At the last moment, what Jiang Lianqiu saw was that in the real space, the smile of the ice crystal in the bedroom that had frozen him, Liuying, Xing and Sanyueqi turned into a blue stream of light and sank into his own eyebrows.

"This is……"

……Dividing line……

The girl's consciousness floated in the luster of mother-of-pearl, and the sound of fine water droplets falling into the enameled copper basin came to her ears.

When she opened her sapphire eyes, the twelve layers of gilded carved lines on the dome were cutting the morning light into diamond-shaped spots of light, which sprinkled on the silver curtain embroidered with water ripples.

"This is where?"

She propped up her body wrapped in moon-white silk, and the glass drops hanging from the hem of her thin-chain nightgown collided with each other.

The four-poster bed, decorated with carved seaweed patterns, sat in the center of the room, its curtains draped in the most intricate and ornate detail. She looked around in confusion, unable to comprehend the situation, only vaguely feeling that this place was very familiar to her.

"Funina...Funina..."

A gentle call sounded.

"Who wants to compete?"

Finina clutched the quilt with one hand and looked around in panic, with a hint of curiosity mixed with the timidity on her face.

It seemed as if her subconscious was telling her that the owner of the voice would not hurt her.

"Over here, Furninna, come here."

The voice rang out a second time, and Funina's gaze slowly shifted to the only floor-length mirror in the room.

"……Mirror?"

She pursed her lips, touched her left breast lightly, and her fingertips brushed over the iris buckle on the blue and gold corset.

Suddenly, the crisp clinking of a crystal chandelier echoed from the dome. Within the three-tiered, concentric-circle structure, countless prismatic crystals spontaneously rotated and refracted, illuminating the entire bedroom like a moonlit shell submerged in the deep ocean.

Chapter 480: Fu Nina: I'm pregnant!? Who did it?

Mustering her courage, Furninna got out of bed.

When she stepped on the cool marble barefoot, the chill made the girl's toes quickly retract as they had just touched the ground.

"Ah...it's so cold!"

The small whisper seemed to cause a burst of laughter.

"I don't even have shoes? Even if I don't have any, at least give me a pair of socks!"

The laughter made Funina feel a little embarrassed, and she couldn't help but complain towards the mirror.

"Sorry, we're in a hurry, and I'm used to going barefoot, so you just have to make do with it for now."

Who would get used to running around without shoes?

Finina muttered to herself, endured the cold and got out of bed, then walked towards the mirror step by step with curiosity.

She didn't walk towards him head-on, but deliberately went around to the side and approached on tiptoe.

When they got closer, Fernina suddenly poked her head out from the side of the mirror, her eyes wide open: "Ding Ding!"

"You're finally awake, Furninda. I—eh!? Who…who are you?!"

The girl in the mirror had a smile on her face, but when she saw Funina peeking out, her face turned pale.

If she remembered correctly, Finina was born in the image of the human being that 527 longed for, right?

So, he should be exactly the same as her, at least in appearance.

But why, the person who poked his head out... is a beautiful boy! ! !

“No, no, no…!”

In the mirror, Fukalos closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw indeed Fu Nina.

Finina was also shocked as she looked at the identical self in the mirror.

It's so strange. It was clearly the first time I saw her, and it was clearly the first time I looked in the mirror, but why could I recognize at first glance that the person in the mirror was her?

And... the past... she couldn't remember what happened in the past at all, as if her life had started from the moment she woke up.

But for some reason, facing such an incredible thing, Finina did not feel the slightest panic in her heart. Instead, she felt an indescribable sense of intimacy with herself in the mirror.

Seeing that she seemed to have scared the person in the mirror, Funina curled the corners of her mouth slightly, and jumped in front of the mirror, posing as if she was going to perform on stage.

"Hehe~! So, you're scared by me!"

In the mirror, Fukalos felt his eyes blurred again and found that the person standing in front of him was not Fu Nina, but the person he had just mistaken for an illusion.

She shook her head vigorously, rubbed her eyes, and looked again.

Well, it’s still Funina!

"Can the separation of divinity still cause hallucinations?" Fucaros was at a loss.

"What is divine separation?" Funina asked subconsciously.

Fucaros' heart trembled, and he skipped the topic. Instead, a complex expression of pity, love, and a bit of guilt appeared on his face.

"Funina, have you heard about the prophecy?"

"Prophecy?" Finina blinked and tilted her head as if thinking. "What prophecy? Ah! Wait!"

Some strange memories flashed back in her mind as if they had been suddenly unsealed. Furninna was so happy that her face danced like a child. "I remember it now. I don't know why, but it's in my mind."

Rubbing her forehead, Funina's pretty face, which had just been cheerful, became worried again.

"Everyone will dissolve in the sea, leaving only the water god weeping on his throne. Only then will the sins of the people of Fontaine be washed away—is that right?"

Fucaros breathed a sigh of relief, crossed his arms, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Yes, you know it very well!"

"So, what's going on?" The confusion in Finina's eyes grew deeper and deeper. "All my memories are hazy and chaotic, but this prophecy is the only thing I remember with absolute clarity. Will the prophecy actually come true?"

"Yes, the prophecy will come true."

Fucaros looked indifferent, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"That's why I asked you to come. The disaster of Fontaine will happen sooner or later. Everything will unfold according to the prophecy. There's no escape."

"Isn't that serious?" Fernina was horrified. "Will everyone die? As a Fontaine native, will I also dissolve?!"

"Don't worry, Fernina," Fukaros comforted her. "Miracles exist to bring hope to people. That's why I asked you to come..."

At the end of his speech, Fucaros' eyes widened, and his tone became longer and longer, finally becoming extremely strange.

In Fukalos's eyes, Funina in front of the mirror flickered again like a bad signal, and finally turned into Jiang Lianqiu's appearance.

Fukaros: "...I'm not looking for you."

"Ah? Not me?" Funina was stunned.