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Volume 1: Chapter 94 Kiana on the Boundary Line (Part 1)

The tea ceremony emphasizes one's state of mind.

There are two secrets: one is a calm mind, and the other is a steady breath, thus also incorporating the principles of Yin and Yang harmony.

As a type of flower tea, orange tea is no exception.

Using soft citrus slices as a base, two tender green leaves moistened by dew are selected and allowed to blend together when their fragrance is rich.

No tools are needed, just clean, delicate hands.

When there is not enough dew, you need to gently pry it apart, and sometimes probe into the leaf petals to help the tender leaves stick together tightly.

As time went by, the sweet and sour flavor gradually spread, filling the room with the refreshing scent of oranges.

It's sweet but not cloying, with a lingering sweetness that makes you want to explore deeper into its flavor.

Just like a flower that has just tasted the first dew, how could it be willing to give up so easily?

On the other side, inside the room.

"You idiot Kiana, you drew me."

The serial number plate has been reversed, and it now displays number 5.

"Oh, is that so? Then I'll change the command."

Kiana was momentarily stunned. This ball should have been Ziyao's, so how did it become Bronya's?

Whenever her gaze fell on Ziyao, her heart would beat a little faster.

She sat gracefully in front of the sofa, her legs pressed tightly together, her face slightly flushed.

As if meditating, I closed my eyes and rested.

Sirin's words lingered in Kiana's mind.

She wanted to know for herself exactly what kind of feeling it would be.

Two weeks ago, the girl risked her life to save her.

From that moment on, she couldn't help but care about this quiet girl.

A strange possessiveness quietly arises, perhaps influenced by the body's internal consciousness.

He calls himself a healer? How could that be? That's too absurd.

As a Valkyrie fighting against the Honkai, she herself is a Herrscher—it's incredibly ironic.

Fortunately, Sister Xilin didn't do anything to her. She only said a few words to her each time and even wanted to teach her how to become stronger.

Furthermore, it was emphasized that Ziyao is an important person.

"..."

Kiana plans to keep this a secret for now, so as not to worry everyone.

"Kiana, you've caught a cold too? Want to drink something warm to warm yourself up?"

Seeing that the girl had been in a daze for a while and hadn't given any orders, Himeko asked worriedly.

Mix the beverages into the glass to make an orange-flavored fruit liqueur.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about what order to give..."

"Next time you play Street Fighter, Bronya, you're not allowed to use that white-haired character again. That's cheating!"

After a moment's thought, Kiana got the answer.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Bronya nodded, even though she was good at everything.

The atmosphere was great, and aside from a few disappointments, the party games were fun... in a double sense.

Ziyao's luck was as bad as ever; she didn't draw the King even once.

Seeing that she wasn't feeling well, everyone was quite lenient with her, and their orders were mostly just to eat some fruit or something.

Bronya then took out game discs, and everyone gathered together to play video games.

Time passed, and the hands struck twelve.

"Ye... Ziyao, you go and rest first. Bronya can take care of the chores."

I almost blurted it out without thinking; habits are really hard to break.

Bronya took a broom and cleaned up the mess left behind after the commotion.

Seeing that Ziyao was helping, how could she let the patient work? So she refused.

"It's easy, don't worry."

Ziyao pushed the sofa back to its original position, quietly removed the cushion cover, and the water stains on the fabric wet her fingers.

Bronya poured her a glass of water as a token of her gratitude.

Clean and ventilate the area.

After finishing everything, the girls returned to their rooms, turned off the lights, and went to bed.

Ziyao hesitated in front of the bedroom door, wondering whether she should remove the doll or go in first to avoid arousing suspicion.

"Um... do you have time?"

Kiana changed into her pajamas and suddenly appeared from the side.

Ziyao was startled, but luckily she hadn't opened it.

The two went to the balcony, where a clear, cold moon hung high in the sky.

A gentle breeze made me feel much more refreshed.

Kiana, abandoning her usual carefree attitude, took Ziyao's hand and looked very serious.

The next moment, she said something surprising.

— Please tell me you like me.

"The King's Game is over. Can you tell me why?"

According to Bronya, Kiana's personality changed somewhat after returning from Jizo's Soul.

Not only was it about the revival of the Lawyer, but out of concern, Ziyao wanted to know the specific causes and consequences.

"Because I want to hear it."

With clear, earnest eyes, the girl approached step by step.

"why?"

With her legs feeling weak and her body already delicate, Ziyao had a bad feeling.

"Because... I wanted to confirm something."

"More than friends, less than lovers."

Ziyao answered crisply and decisively.

"No, it's not that. It's just... I want to hear it. Just tell me, and I'll trade you some snacks!"

The girl's words were somewhat incoherent.

In an instant, she transformed back into the Kiana of the past.

"..."

Ziyao had no choice but to grant her wish.

There was nothing special about it; it felt as casual as a chat, without any sense of incongruity.

Kiana tasted it repeatedly, but it was like a glass of water, colorless and tasteless.

Or is it just my imagination...?

The beautiful moonlight shone on her, and the girl became somewhat lost in thought.

After thanking Ziyao, she returned to her room.

He called out to Sirin repeatedly, but received no response.

Within the Jizo Mitama, she could clearly feel her body being forcefully controlled, thus concluding that Sirin was not an illusion, but a real being.

The moon outside the window remained lonely, and Kiana couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, though she couldn't pinpoint the reason.

..

“Click…”

After confirming that no one was in the living room, Ziyao closed the bedroom door.

At first glance, she noticed something odd.

The dark red katana leaned against the wall on a wooden frame, which did not match her memory.

Wasn't it originally meant to be placed upright...?

The bedding was in disarray, the bathroom light was on, and the two of them were taking a shower inside.

A few bright red plum blossoms adorned the pristine white sheets. Ziyao gathered them up and stuffed them into the washing machine.

I took out a change of clothes from the closet, opened the bathroom door, and went inside.

The bathroom was filled with a hazy white mist, the sound of water pattering softly, and a faint scent of oranges lingered in the air.

Mei helped the careless main character put the clothes on the rack and was about to leave when Mei grabbed her hand.

"It's just a doll, there's absolutely no need for it to take a bath..."

As he spoke, the doll turned into particles of light and disappeared.

Within the income system space, everything is instantly restored to its original state, which is very convenient.

The durability has been reduced to some extent, but it can be repaired with materials later.

With her consciousness returning to her body, Ziyao felt the soreness and weakness throughout her body more clearly.