It's a Dream, Master

Fang Qi looked quietly at Liguang.

Her mismatched eyes were locked unblinking onto him.

...They were trembling, a very light and subtle tremble.

In her amber left eye, tears were swirling at the edge of her pupil, on the verge of falling.

In her crimson right eye, data streams flickered on and off, flashing erratically...

Her eyelashes were trembling, her breath was trembling, and even her perfectly straight kneeling back...

Was slightly trembling!

Her whole body was like a bowstring stretched to its absolute limit!

Ready to snap at any moment... ready to lunge forward at any moment!

Looking at those trembling mismatched eyes, Fang Qi's Adam's apple bobbed.

He now...

Knew everything.

Fang Qi's eyes stung, but...

He didn't let that soreness turn into tears.

He had to maintain their tacit understanding; he couldn't... couldn't act too out of the ordinary!

Looking at this small face that was about to break down, these mismatched eyes that were trembling more and more visibly, and those slender fingers shaking so much they were almost a blur...

He wanted to say...

Liguang, your plan really succeeded.

I saw it, I saw all the effort you put in.

You are not a burden now.

No... you never were! You were never a burden!

You are really amazing!

So amazing!

He... really had so, so much he wanted to say to the current Liguang!

But...

Damn it.

He couldn't say it!

He! Could! Not! Say! It!

Not a single word!

Because of these... damn eyes of his!

He had never imagined that he, a mere transmigrator, was actually some kind of...

Observer?

...What was all this?!

But... it seemed to make sense?

After all, whenever he got hurt, it would trigger a reset, causing the time of the entire world to rewind.

His connection to the world...

Had been inseparable from the very beginning.

Therefore, his eyes truly were the eyes of this world.

And now...

His eyes had become clear.

His gaze landed steadily on Liguang.

Which meant the rules of this world... were also looking at his Liguang through his gaze!

So he couldn't say anything.

Couldn't ask anything.

Liguang had sacrificed eighty-two years of memories and gone through eighty-two loops, finally managing to throw the world's rules into disarray.

Endings unable to generate, timelines overlapping, memory module conflicts, system errors...

...She had finally managed to deceive this world!

He couldn't let a single I know everything, a single Liguang, I saw it all, or a single Liguang, do you still remember those 82 years...

Waste all of her efforts!

He would truly go mad if that happened!

So...

He had to suppress everything that was about to explode from his chest... force it all back down!

Just like... Liguang in front of him, enduring it until her whole body trembled.

So...

Shut up, Fang Qi! You are not allowed to ask a single word!

And then?

The two of them just stayed like this, both holding it in...

A tacit understanding?

...Damn it... these damn eyes!

These damn rules of the world!

Who allowed you to use my eyes to look at my Liguang!

Right now... he really wanted to gouge his own eyes out!

But... he couldn't.

Because gouging them out would trigger a reset...

Then... what about covering them?

That was even more pointless!

How could the eyes of the world be so easily covered!

If covering his eyes would work...

Would Liguang have needed to use loop after loop to make him lose himself?

So... what he should do now was...

...hold her tight.

He looked at the silver-haired girl who was still kneeling by the bed staring at him, and took a deep breath.

Liguang...

He spoke softly, his voice a little hoarse:

Stop kneeling.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her soft, warm cheek.

Liguang's gaze trembled even more violently.

His fingertips passed through her silver hair, brushed past her slightly cool earlobe, and touched...

That little star.

That is good, it was still on her ear.

Come up here, come into your master's arms.

He said softly.

The silver-haired girl's eyelashes fluttered fiercely!

The gaze that had been deadlocked onto him instantly shattered, and her mismatched eyes quickly filled with tears!

She lunged forward, throwing herself directly onto him!

Her knees pressed against his sides, her small hands planted on either side of his head, her entire body hovering above him. Her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, scattering over his shoulders.

Fang Qi lay on the bed, quietly looking at this... beautiful face hovering above him.

Liguang's lips were trembling.

In her amber eye, tears were still swirling.

She opened her mouth several times, wanting to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.

Her eyes just trembled, and then... she slowly lowered herself, burying her face deeply into his chest.

Her smooth silver hair covered half of his face. Just like back when they eloped on the wooden raft, and she used her silver hair to shield him from the rain.

Smelling the familiar sweet scent of strawberries, Fang Qi raised his arms and wrapped them around her waist.

Liguang's body temperature was higher than usual.

She lay softly on his chest, but her small hands gripped his shirt tightly.

The afternoon sunlight squeezed through the gap in the curtains, shining quietly upon the two of them.

Neither of them spoke.

In the room, there was only the ticking of the second hand and the sound of their intertwined breathing.

Fang Qi stared at the ceiling, feeling the warm, soft weight on his chest... The churning thoughts in his head slowly settled down.

Right now, he was a little afraid to think too much.

He was afraid that if he thought about it... he wouldn't be able to stop himself from asking!

He really wanted to ask her, Liguang, how much do you still remember now?

According to what was said in her final perspective...

She traded those eighty-two years of memories for the chance to walk side by side with him after eighty-two resets.

So...

Those eighty-two years of memories had probably been completely erased.

But... were they really completely erased?

Really?

If they were really erased, then...

Did she still know something?

Because he still remembered...

In those eighty-two loops, whenever Liguang knelt by the bed, lay by the sofa, or curled up in the closet... she would murmur to him while he slept.

She would pour out her love to him, and occasionally...

Talk about their past stories!

Talk about the little things from those eighty-two years!

How their daughter Fang Xing was afraid of thunder when she was little, how their son Fang Chen scraped his knee the first time he rode a bike, how at their great-grandson's one-month celebration, she, with a face full of wrinkles, held that soft little bundle and hummed a lullaby...

She had said it! She definitely had!

Fang Qi's breathing grew a bit ragged as he held the soft warmth in his arms tightly!

Those murmurs were always very soft and fragmented.

At the time, he just thought it was her reminiscing because she couldn't help herself.

But perhaps...

That wasn't the case?

Could it be...

That it was meant for the current Liguang, the one who would dream of the eighty-two resets, to hear?

Meant for herself to hear after she had forgotten everything?

Did she... did she want to...

In those eighty-two loops, use this fragmented method to take those memories that were about to be erased...

And pass them on to her current self, bit by bit, in the form of stories?

Fang Qi held the silver-haired girl in his arms even tighter.

Liguang gave a soft Mmm... and nuzzled gently against his chest again.

Fang Qi felt the silky softness of the silver hair against his cheek and fell into a slight daze.

So...

Just how much did the current Liguang remember?

Even if those eighty-two years of memories were gone, did she at least know...

That she and he had once shared a perfect eighty-two-year life together?

It was just that she had forgotten all the details regarding those eighty-two years.

She could only learn some fragmented information from those eighty-two resets, from the accounts of her own self...

But...

She should at least know that much!

She should...

She should know, right?

Fang Qi's Adam's apple bobbed.

He wanted to ask so badly!

But he couldn't.

Nor did he dare to confirm it.

This current opportunity was something Liguang had tricked the world into giving her, at the cost of her eighty-two years of memories!

He had to cherish it!

The person in his arms suddenly moved again, her silver hair brushing against his chin, tickling him.

Her face was still buried in his chest, not looking up, and she merely called out in a muffled voice:

"...Master?"

Her voice was very soft.

Fang Qi looked down, only able to see her smooth silver hair and reddened ear tips.

"Hmm?"

He responded.

Liguang fell silent again, her fingertips just lightly tapping against his chest.

Fang Qi did not rush her, only tightening the arm wrapped around her waist.

He could feel that her previously overheated body temperature... was gradually returning to normal.

"Master..."

The soft, sweet voice carried a hint of nasality.

"Yes."

"Liguang... had another dream. This time, the dream was so, so long."

Fang Qi's fingertips tightened slightly for a moment.

A dream.

Right.

It was a dream.

Fang Qi lowered his eyes, looking at the fluffy silver head in his arms, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curled up.

"Is that so?"

His voice still carried the huskiness of having just woken up:

"What did Liguang... dream about?"

...He shouldn't have asked that.

He shouldn't have asked.

But... he couldn't help but ask anyway.

Liguang did not answer immediately.

Her fingertips stopped on his chest and remained still.

After several seconds, she finally spoke in a muffled voice:

"I dreamed that Liguang... was looking at Master the whole time."

Fang Qi's eyelashes could not help but tremble.

Liguang, I dreamed about it too.

We both dreamed about it.

"Dreamed that Master was sleeping."

She murmured softly:

"Liguang was right beside you, watching Master. Just watching."

Fang Qi did not speak.

His eyes stung slightly, but the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up a little.

Liguang, you're not being good.

You are lying.

You weren't just watching, you actually...

Carried me out into the sunlight on the balcony!

Stuffed me into the charging pod!

Hid me in the wardrobe!

Every time you woke up, you would kiss my forehead, the tip of my nose, my lips!

You kissed me so many times and never got tired of it!

However...

Well, it was a good lie!

"Mhm."

He gave a soft hum, raising his hand to gently stroke her smooth silver hair.

The person in his arms continued speaking in a muffled voice:

"It seems like Liguang did some things in the dream."

"But after waking up... I don't really remember them."

As she spoke, she rubbed against his chest again, rubbing a bit deliberately.

She even slightly raised her eyes and gently blinked at him.

—Master, Liguang really doesn't remember.

—Master, please don't ask.

Fang Qi's fingers paused for a moment.

Yes.

That's right.

She really didn't remember.

He took a deep breath... and slowly exhaled.

"...If you don't remember, then let it be."

He lowered his head, his lips pressing against the top of her hair, his voice somewhat casual:

"It was just a dream anyway."

Liguang stiffened slightly in his arms for a second... and then nodded vigorously!

Her silver hair rubbed against his neck, tickling it.

"Mhm!"

Her voice was still muffled, but a bit brighter than before.

"...It was just a dream."

"Master."