The way Uma Musume looks at me is so scary!

Good opera will never know that at this moment, Xiu Xingmeng is kneeling in front of her, her semi-transparent arms outstretched in an embrace.

Moonlight shone through Xiu Xingmeng's body, leaving only the shadow of Hao Geju on the ground, as if they were truly embracing each other.

"Right next to the good opera," Xiu Xingmeng whispered.

"To become the nemesis of the overlord."

"I'm so honored."

After an unknown amount of time, in the gentle evening breeze, Hao Geju, leaning against Xiu Xingmeng, gradually closed her eyes. The bottle of plum juice seemed to her as if it were wine, lulling her to sleep.

Xiu Xingmeng saw that the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if she was having a good dream.

Good opera allows one to sleep soundly without any burden, but it's a different story for Xiu Xingmeng, who is watching from the sidelines.

It was late at night, and she would definitely catch a cold if she stayed out in the wind all night. But she couldn't touch the things in this world, and she couldn't cover the good opera with a blanket.

Xiu Xingmeng could only try to touch the blanket again and again, as if she were triggering some kind of mystical force.

Fortunately, the magic of Xiuxingmeng seemed to have worked. Suddenly, a strong wind blew the blanket up and landed precisely on Haogeju.

Seeing this, Xiu Xingmeng felt relieved. She sat to the side, looking at the beautiful opera singer's sleeping face and murmuring to herself.

"What a lucky guy."

However, Xiu Xingmeng also had to thank the arrival of the good opera. Staring at her sleeping face was much more interesting than staring at the leaves, not to mention that this guy would occasionally utter a ridiculous dream.

When the first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist and gently fell on the eyelashes of the opera singer, the delicate golden light made her blink unconsciously.

She subconsciously reached out and rubbed her eyes, but her fingertips touched a soft fabric. The blanket that had been draped over her body at some point still retained the coolness of the night dew, yet it felt incredibly warm in her palm.

Holding the blanket draped over her shoulders, Good Opera subconsciously turned to look back.

Did you build this for me?

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by, as if responding to a question about fine opera.

"Yeah--"

"Next time I'll bring real plum wine!"

She smiled as if she had received an answer, and after using a blanket as a bundle to pack up all the things, she picked up the bundle and walked towards the sun.

"My nemesis! Don't get lonely thinking about me too much! Hahahaha!"

"Good Opera" said, laughing loudly and waving his hand with his back to Xiu Xingmeng.

Watching the little bird startled by the loud laughter of the opera and fly out of the bushes, Xiu Xingmeng waved helplessly at her.

"I didn't say anything."

"Who are you talking to, you idiot?"

After bidding farewell to the fine opera with her eyes, Xiu Xingmeng returned to her own tombstone.

She felt she had begun to understand the system's logic, and if her guess was correct, two more people should come to see her.

All you have to do now is count the leaves and wait patiently.

Sitting back in her previous seat, Xiu Xingmeng looked up and muttered to herself.

"How many were we counting to again?"

Chapter Forty: Love, Death, and the Halo of the Holy King

Xiu Xingmeng didn't have to wait long. Before she could even finish counting the leaves, two footsteps were already approaching.

Just as Xiu Xingmeng had predicted, the visitors were none other than Yongwu and the Holy King's Halo.

They approached Xiu Xingmeng one after the other, placed the bouquets they were holding, and then fell silent.

After a long silence, Yongwu finally spoke.

"It's that time of day again."

"Time really flies..."

Hearing Yongwu's words, Xiuxingmeng suddenly realized why Chengtianlu and the others had squeezed together to worship yesterday. It turned out they wanted to reserve this even more special day for Yongwu and the Holy King's Halo.

However, the thought that Good Opera had actually slept right in front of her all night and only left this morning made Xiu Xingmeng smile helplessly.

"That would be considered cheating."

Just as Xiu Xingmeng was lost in her own thoughts, Yongwu, who was standing in front of her, spoke up.

"However, even though so much time has passed, the brilliance that Satsuki Sho witnessed back then is still as clear as if it were yesterday."

"Is this a gift you left for me?"

As Yuumai spoke, she covered her chest with her hand, as if she were feeling the intense emotions brought about by the Satsuki Sho that day.

For Xiu Xingmeng, the Gaoyue Appreciation was something that had just happened, and she still couldn't understand how that brilliance had become even more dazzling after being tempered by time.

But she was still very happy to hear Yongwu say those words. The Satsuki Prize championship, which she won with her life, brought her something else in addition to completing the main quest, and that was enough to satisfy Xiuxingmeng.

Is it very dazzling?

Xiu Xingmeng muttered to herself, not expecting a response.

"Ah, it's so bright it's hard to open your eyes."

To everyone's surprise, Yongwu responded as if she had heard him.

"You on the field."

Before Xiu Xingmeng could even react with surprise, Yongwu added another sentence.

After she finished speaking, she turned her gaze to the Holy King's halo beside her.

"I'm leaving the rest of the time to you. You probably have a lot to say to Xiaomeng alone, right?"

After nodding to the Holy King's halo, Yongwu silently retreated to the shade of a tree in the distance.

Xiu Xingmeng looked at the Holy King's halo with some curiosity. Narita Lu cried like a child. Ai Mu Zhi Ji seemed to want to say something but hesitated. That guy from Good Opera not only secretly came to perform Romance of the Three Kingdoms but has also stayed until today. Yong Wu clearly expressed the influence he had on her. That brilliance finally reached her heart.

What about the Holy King's halo?

What will she say to herself next?

Did she become a great and upright racehorse girl after her death?

Perhaps because the Holy King's halo showed the most vulnerability in front of Xiu Xingmeng, Xiu Xingmeng was even more looking forward to her future.

Saint King's Halo pursed his lips, staring hesitantly at the tombstone, before finally mustering the courage to speak after a while.

"sorry."

"This came much later than I expected."

"It should have been delivered to you much earlier, but that happened after the Satsuki Sho ended."

“After that, I felt I was not worthy to appear in front of you, and it wasn’t until today that I finally mustered up the courage to come here.”

The Holy King's Halo spoke softly as she stroked the cold black-and-white photograph on the tombstone.

"Black and white don't really suit you."

As she spoke, she took out a red ribbon from her bosom, and Xiu Xingmeng saw that it seemed to contain something that shimmered with a metallic light.

The holy king's halo laid the ribbon flat before the tombstone, upon which rested a small medal, engraved with gold lettering—

"G1 Event - Takamatsu-no-miya Commemoration - Champion Saint King Halo".

After Xiuxingmeng left, she finally broke through her own limitations and became the top-class racehorse girl she had always dreamed of.

Upon seeing this medal, which represents honor, Xiu Xingmeng applauded with satisfaction. Having dedicated her life to G1, she naturally knew how hard-won this medal was.

Especially since she received the Saint King's halo after her own death, it seems to indicate that she has overcome her inner demons.

"congratulations--"

"I received this medal several years ago."

Huh? Xiu Xingmeng was a little confused. Wasn't this something she had just acquired?

After winning G1, going to his sister to declare his reconciliation with himself should have been the right path forward.

What Xiu Xingmeng didn't expect was that things were yet to come; after the Holy King's Halo took out the medal, it showed no sign of relief.

"Now that things have come to this, I can finally understand the feelings of loving Orihime."

"What's the point of winning so many championships? It's just a self-comforting excuse! Do you think you'll come back just because I become a top-notch racehorse girl?!"

The words of the Holy King's Aura gradually became choked with emotion, his originally clear voice trembling slightly.

Crystalline tears rolled down her reddened eyes one after another, lingering briefly on her chin before crashing heavily onto the cold ground, leaving dark marks on the bluestone slabs.

"But what's the point of saying 'sorry' in front of a tombstone?!"

"I'm not sorry to this stone, but to a living, breathing person!"

Tears streamed down the Holy King's halo like pearls from a broken string, her voice choked and fragmented, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of her chest.

From these intermittent sobs, Xiu Xingmeng clearly understood the mental journey of the Holy King's Aura over the years.

Initially, it was a heart-wrenching regret that felt like she was going to vomit her very marrow. Later, it transformed into an obsessive pursuit of G1, a desperate gamble. But when she finally lifted the trophy, the redemption she had hoped for turned into an even deeper emptiness. The halo of the Holy King still couldn't forgive herself.

Just then, that cold, mechanical voice rang in Xiu Xingmeng's ears again.

"Begin returning to the real world."

Was I brought back to the script world just to witness this scene of the Holy King's halo?

That's really cruel, system.

Seeing the tears streaming down the face of the Holy King's Halo, Xiu Xingmeng couldn't help but want to wipe them away with her hand, even though she knew she couldn't—

"Eh?"

Suddenly, two puzzled voices rang out simultaneously in the cemetery.

At this moment, Xiu Xingmeng's hands were enveloped in light spots, making them appear ethereal. Yet, these very hands unmistakably touched the cheek of the Holy King's halo.

Looking at the bewildered Saint King's Halo, Xiu Xingmeng was first taken aback, then laughed.

"There's no need to blame yourself like that."

"Ah... Dream?!"

"It's me."

Xiu Xingmeng gently wiped away the tears on the face of the Holy King's halo.

The Holy King's halo finally broke down. She didn't know if all of this was her delusion or an illusion, but she knew that the warm touch on her face must be real.

She cried and rushed towards Xiu Xingmeng, snot running down her face as she mumbled incoherently.

"Ah, Meng! I...I'm so sorry! I'm clearly your older sister, yet I did such a thing and haven't come to see you at all—"

"I...I don't deserve to be your sister at all—"

Xiu Xingmeng simply held her and gently stroked her cheek.

She recalled the first time she saw the Holy King's halo, the girl who had pulled her around the campus with a coquettish expression, and the girl who had shyly handed over the ribbon.

"This was indeed a mistake—"

As she spoke, she pushed aside the Holy King's halo, revealing the somewhat timid face that had appeared before her.

Looking at the pitiful Saint King's Halo, which had been sullen because of her words, Xiu Xingmeng smiled, tapped her red nose with her fingertip, and said with a smile in the light.

"Because you've always been a top-notch older sister."

Chapter Forty-One: As Sweet as Honey

The warm touch in her hands suddenly disappeared, and the dazzling light before her eyes instantly turned into the cold moonlight. Subconsciously looking up at the sky, Xiu Xingmeng saw the starry sky and knew that she had returned to the real world.

That was really sudden, but...

"System, I take back what I said about you being cruel."

Xiu Xingmeng was still very happy, at least the system allowed her to actually exchange a few words with the Holy King's halo at the end.

The system did not react at all to Xiu Xingmeng's words.

However, Xiu Xingmeng didn't care. She thought that her comfort would surely soothe the sense of atonement in the heart of the Holy King's halo. She really hoped that the Holy King's halo could have a happy life in the future.

She smiled as she prepared to leave.