“Feel free to take a look; everything is very affordable.”
Ning Xuan sat on the ground without looking up, as the lower half of the newcomer’s outfit clearly indicated they weren’t a girl, and thus unlikely to be the person she was looking for.
“Little sister, I’d like to buy this.”
Ning Yu spoke in a deliberately deep voice to Ning Xuan, then pulled out her own matching pocket watch from her pocket, choosing not to pick up the music pocket watch on the stall that was meant for fishing.
Ning Xuan looked up, forcing a polite smile, only to find a pocket watch dangling in front of her eyes.
“I’m sorry, sir, this item is not for sale...”
The pocket watch clicked open, but instead of the familiar melody, it revealed a family photo inside.
Ning Xuan’s eyes widened slightly beneath the brim of her hat, and she immediately scrutinized the newcomer.
Ning Yu removed her polarized sunglasses and crouched down, meeting Ning Xuan’s gaze with her amber eyes.
Finally seeing that familiar face again, Ning Xuan struggled to suppress her excitement.
“If you’re really interested, perhaps we could talk in private?”
She said calmly, her voice perfectly masking her emotions, but this time, Ning Yu still sensed her excitement.
“No, I’d like *you* to talk.”
Ning Yu took control of the situation, putting her pocket watch away and extending an invitation to Ning Xuan.
Ning Xuan hesitated, glancing around before nodding silently at Ning Yu and quickly packing up her stall.
However, before she could finish, Ning Yu stopped her.
“I’ll take this music box.”
She picked up the pocket watch from the stall, which looked identical but only functioned as a music box, and unceremoniously slipped it into her pocket.
Ning Xuan didn’t mind, as it had only been her ‘bait’ anyway.
As for what her sister planned to do with it, she didn’t need to worry about that.
The more pressing question was: How had her sister found her? It seemed as though Ning Yu had completely seen through her actions.
“Let’s go.”
Ning Yu naturally took Ning Xuan’s hand, and the two of them strolled through the Ark Base, both dressed as boys, looking like a pair of close gay friends holding hands in a crowded place.
“Sister...?”
Ning Xuan was caught off guard by Ning Yu’s action, her body trembling slightly.
“What’s wrong?”
Ning Yu put her sunglasses back on, turning to look at Ning Xuan, the lenses reflecting light and making her expression hard to read.
“We’ll talk later, my dear sister.”
Ning Yu smiled at her, not letting Ning Xuan say anything, and led her toward her apartment.
Ning Xuan’s mind was flooded with complex emotions. She hadn’t said anything yet, and Ning Yu was supposed to have lost all memories of her.
How... could she still act so familiar?
But this... felt so warm. It was her sister’s hand...
Before long, the two arrived at the door of Ning Yu’s small apartment.
Ning Yu took out her keys, ready to unlock the door.
“Sister, your current situation is very...”
“Very dangerous, and you need to take me to a safe place.”
Ning Xuan had just started to speak anxiously when Ning Yu interrupted her, even finishing her sentence for her.
“Sister, how... do you know...?”
She looked incredulous, beginning to suspect that Ning Yu had already discovered all her secret actions.
No, no, her sister shouldn’t know this much.
As Ning Yu continued to unlock the door, Ning Xuan stopped her hand again.
“Sister, our conversation can’t be overheard by others. There might be...”
Before Ning Xuan could finish, Ning Yu had already opened the apartment door.
Strange patterns began to glow in Ning Xuan’s eyes, and her hands subtly extended metallic blades.
Ning Yu suddenly turned back, giving her a look:
“Trust me.”
The look in her eyes was so commanding that Ning Xuan obediently retracted the blades.
She felt extremely uneasy; this was completely different from her original plan.
“Xiao Yu?”
Shen Yiyue looked over from the dining table, seeing the handsome young man in a baseball cap standing outside the door with Ning Yu.
“Sister Ning Yu... who is this...?”
Shen Qianqian looked up from her comic book, spotting the handsome guy next to Ning Yu at the door.
Qianqian’s radar immediately went off:
“Sister!! There’s a rival!!”
“Pfft!”
Shen Yiyue, who had been about to take a sip of water, immediately spat it out onto the table.
“You idiot, that’s Xiao Yu’s sister!”
And even if it were a rival, would you really announce it so loudly?!
Ning Yu handed Ning Xuan a pair of slippers, walked in, tossed her sunglasses aside, and removed her hat, letting her silvery hair cascade down.
Ning Xuan hesitated as she stepped inside, casting a surprised glance at Shen Yiyue, who was wiping the table, not expecting this girl to know her identity.
Ning Yu walked over, removing Ning Xuan’s hat as well, and her equally beautiful silver hair fell over her shoulders.
“Wow!!!!!”
Shen Qianqian’s eyes widened as if she had discovered a new continent, and she quickly scurried over on her short legs.
She circled the two of them, looking left and right.
“There are two Sister Ning Yus!!”
She pointed at Ning Yu and the strikingly similar Ning Xuan, shouting loudly.
“Hello... I’m Ning Xuan.”
With no other choice, Ning Xuan introduced herself, though her mind was filled with countless questions.
In the current timeline, Shen Qianqian hadn’t yet seen the photo in Ning Yu’s pocket watch, so her reaction was understandable.
“Sister Ning Xuan is so pretty, just like Sister Ning Yu...”
Shen Qianqian’s face lit up with excitement as she looked at the two beautiful sisters, as if playing a game of spot-the-difference.
“Alright, alright, go back to your comic book...”
Shen Yiyue quickly ushered the human megaphone back to her original spot.
She stood beside Ning Yu, and the three of them exchanged glances.
“You might not know the situation yet.”
Ning Yu led the two of them to the dining table, putting away the large sheet of paper that had been used for planning.
It was better not to tell Ning Xuan about the time reversal just yet.
“Sister, what’s going on?”
Ning Xuan finally found a chance to speak, quickly asking, as she was completely in the dark.
“I know why you’re here.”
Ning Yu said.
Ning Xuan glanced hesitantly at Shen Yiyue beside her, as if asking if it was okay to discuss this in front of her.
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