Memory traverses time, from the past to the present.

It may not be a sweet dream, but no one can deny its beauty.

Now, the long dream returns to a moment of wakefulness.

Cai propped herself up on her elbows and sat up, her hazy eyes now also moist.

"It's been so many years since I had a dream... It really gave me a sense of returning to the past."

If one's consciousness could stay in a dream forever, Cai would undoubtedly hope to remain in the first half of her fantasy.

But well, this is just a fleeting sentiment.

It's just self-comfort, she doesn't take it too seriously.

Because she can't sleep, she got up from the crowded bed and walked towards the table, ready to sit down there.

As soon as her bare feet touched the floor, a voice quietly floated in the darkness:

"You're still not asleep?"

Cai's movement stopped because of this sudden voice.

Like being trapped in a corner of a pitch-black environment, if it were someone suffering from night blindness, they couldn't see her now.

But unfortunately, besides having good eyesight, Wang Xiaole also had good hearing.

The lighting in the room was still not turned on;

The reason why Wang Xiaole was able to accurately judge Cai's location was because his ears caught the faint sound.

There was no possibility of mistaking it.

Because the remaining two girls in the room were using similar positions to yesterday, enclosing him from both sides.

The scene can be imagined as a sandwich with a standing piece of bread.

Lucia and Freya are like two "slices of bread," while Wang Xiaole awkwardly plays the role of the "filling."

This inconvenient posture is why he only shouted to Cai instead of walking behind her and gently tapping her.

After experiencing the initial heart palpitations, Cai gradually regained consciousness from her surprise.

Then she turned her head and looked at the squirming figure on the bed, tentatively squeezing her lips:

"You're not asleep either?"

"Ah, I fell asleep a long time ago, but I was forced to interrupt my sleep by a complicated dream."

Wang Xiaole once thought about sharing the dream with Cai, but after careful consideration, he gave up.

In an unknown era, he played the role of the leader of thousands of demon races, and accidentally met a kind-hearted nun, experiencing many things with her, and finally died a heroic death...

Wang Xiaole really didn't think there was a need to share such a bizarre dream.

"May you have sweet dreams in the future."

Cai habitually clasped her hands together and sent a blessing, then revealed a smile obscured by the darkness:

"Do you want me to make a cup of coffee for you?"

"No need, I'll go make it myself. But before that, can you help me up?"

The tone of the second half of the sentence especially evoked sympathy in the listener.

After a few minutes of effort, Wang Xiaole finally regained his freedom.

Now, the boy straightened out his wrinkled clothes and walked towards the kitchen based on his instincts.

In the late night, the two girls on the bed were sleeping soundly, making it too heartless to disturb them.

Therefore, the entire process of Wang Xiaole making coffee was done without turning on the lights.

The boiling water is readily available, as long as you carefully pour it into the cup, the scalding hot water turns the coffee from granules into a viscous state.

There are no obvious water stains on the table, and a sweet fragrance fills the air. All of this secretly impresses Wang Xiaole, who murmurs, "Perfect."

The coffee is evenly divided into two cups, one for Cai and one to reward Wang Xiaole.

In this peaceful moment, only the sound of exhaling and swallowing can be heard, bringing a special healing calmness to the heart.

"Speaking of which, what kind of person is the one you like?"

When one is full, they have free time, just like when one cannot sleep.

It is precisely because there is nothing to do that Wang Xiaole, after quietly finishing his coffee, takes the initiative to talk to Cai, an unusual occurrence.

If it were someone else, Cai would probably smile and say, "I have nothing to say."

But Wang Xiaole is different. Cai suspects that he is the reincarnation of her beloved, so she grants him privileges.

"As for that person, let me think..."

"Wait, before you think about it, stop using 'that person' or 'that adult.' What is his name?"

It is difficult for Wang Xiaole to not care.

After all, this is a man who can captivate the Holy Maiden. Even if we don't consider the issue of difficult pronunciation, he still wants to know the person's full name.

Unfortunately, the following answer disappoints Wang Xiaole.

Cai rubs the bottom of the cup with both hands, looking up at the deep sky above, and replies with a faint sadness:

"I can't tell you because I have forgotten that person's name."

A hypnotic experience from seven hundred years ago still affects Cai's memory today.

Although she has barely remembered Wang's appearance and voice through decades of daily recollection, she has never been able to recall his name.

Her lips are covered by the empty cup, and a bitter, wry smile stretches across the edge of the tilted cup.

Wang Xiaole's emotional intelligence is far higher than it appears on the surface, and he immediately senses the change in atmosphere.

He doesn't think he said anything wrong, but the atmosphere surrounding Cai has indeed become unusual.

At this moment, as long as someone accidentally says something wrong, cold air should mix in with the atmosphere.

He can't speak recklessly anymore, so Wang Xiaole changes the topic and pretends to sigh deeply:

"That brother is also a lucky person!"

While raising his voice, Wang Xiaole pays attention to the sound coming from the other side of the table.

There is no sound there. The previously faint sigh seems to have been evaporated by the air.

In his imagination, Wang Xiaole pictures a girl tilting her head, sitting upright, and looking towards him.

Silence does not always represent tranquility; sometimes it can also be a clear signal.

Using silent gestures, Cai signals him to continue speaking;

Guessing her needs, Wang Xiaole happily continues:

"Isn't he lucky to have your affection?"

"Why do you think so? Is it just because I am the Holy Maiden and hold a revered position in the church?"

If Wang Xiaole's sigh was only due to some unimportant title and made Cai disappointed, it would be a disappointment;

After all, what can truly measure the feelings between two people is never something that is external and can be present or not.

In the silent wait, the other person had no idea how the next answer would weigh on the girl's mind.

Wang Xiaole was not the kind of person who deliberately weaved beautiful words to deceive ignorant girls; his words were just a comforting chat, a confirmation of Cai's persistence.

The same person with different cycles, their figures coincided in the next moment. Even if no one saw it, the once vivid appearance merged with the current outline; words spoken unintentionally unknowingly connected the past and the present, forming a belated century-old consolation:

"There are many men who are popular with the opposite sex, but not everyone can be constantly cared for by a passionate person of the opposite sex. Am I right? You stubborn and foolish woman!"

This was consolation and also a long-lost greeting. It was the voice of the person in question, but it carried a hint of previously nonexistent weariness, instantly causing the dazed girl to return to the past.

Actually, Wang Xiaole originally wanted to say "foolish girl"; it was just that, for some reason, his somewhat uncontrollable mouth blurted out those three words subconsciously. But there was no need to worry too much. Even with a few words changed, Wang Xiaole's intended meaning still came across quite clearly.

With the cup placed on the table, Wang Xiaole finished relaxing and prepared to return to bed now that drowsiness was setting in. Unintentional words have significance to the listener. In the instant when Cai's footsteps echoed, she immediately regained her attention and asked a series of questions before the other climbed into bed:

"Can you make fried rice?"

At the current moment, Wang Xiaole had already halfway climbed onto the bed, with only his lower body, including his buttocks, still outside the covers. This posture was quite indecent, but Wang Xiaole didn't have time to adjust, so he instinctively answered:

"I can make it. And then?"

"Just being able to make it is enough. If one day you had to give fried rice a different name, what would you call it?"

"Let me think... how about 'golden white jade rice'?"

"What kind of skirt do you like?"

"A skirt with a transparent lower half would be the best."

"From your aesthetic perspective, what kind of uniform do you think suits me best?"

"A black and white maid outfit would be even better with a headband!"

That's enough questions for now. Wang Xiaole didn't realize that his recent responses were closely related to some deeply ingrained experiences he had as "Wang" in the past. After changing his identity, he had almost completely forgotten about the little things between him and Cai, but a few of the most memorable incidents came out as reflexive responses.

Upon hearing the last question, Cai's hands were trembling, and her whole body and heart were shaking. She got up from her seat unsteadily and stumbled towards Wang Xiaole, making a request:

"Can you... tap my forehead with your finger?"

Thud! His turned index finger suddenly hooked and lightly tapped her forehead.

"Does that satisfy your request? Can I go to bed now?"

Without waiting for confirmation, Wang Xiaole rolled onto the bed in a swift motion.

As his reclining body relaxed, he suddenly felt that the upper part of his abdomen inexplicably became heavy, heavy like lead weights.

Explanation was the reason why Cai followed closely behind, choosing to press onto Wang Xiaole in the situation where she was "dominated" on both sides.

"Hey, you weren't this disobedient yesterday. Come down quickly, 90 catties on me is not light either!"

Amidst strong protest, two lines of clear tears flowed down.

Cai used the clothes beneath her body to wipe away her tears, bending over and muttering:

"You finally came back to me..."

No further confirmation was needed, as the throbbing deep within their bodies silently conveyed everything.

That face, crying and not looking good, was even more beautiful than when smiling.