My game, Orange Flavor, is great!

She then remembered that she had pulled the little angel out with her when she ran away.

Oh no, my image as a mature, composed, and dignified older sister has completely collapsed.

She immediately suppressed her smile and cautiously glanced at Wen Ruo, only to find that the little girl, who was more than half a head shorter than her, had an enthusiastic smile in her eyes and a curved smile on her lips. The curve of her pale red lips made her already charming smile even brighter.

Hmm...it seems like it hasn't been exposed yet.

Lu Zhao cleared her throat and pressed the button for the top-floor rooftop—she had already checked it out when she returned, and it was a rare spot for a private conversation.

"So, did you have fun today?" She thought for a moment and decided not to get straight to the point. It would be better to wait until the atmosphere was a bit better before getting to the main topic.

Wenruo looked at her with bright eyes and nodded with a smile: "Yes! Sister Xiaofei, Sister Song, and Messiah, they all take good care of me."

I would intentionally lose to her occasionally when playing games.

These gentle girls are definitely the right teammates for Sister Lu.

Lu Zhao smiled and leaned against the elevator, feeling a little lighter, before asking, "Xiao Ruo, what else do you usually do besides going to school?"

"Hmm... it's probably about moving," Wenruo tilted her head. "I recently found an apartment near the school that I like. It's not expensive and it'll be easy to resell later. Once the transfer of ownership is completed in a couple of days, I can move in."

I almost forgot, this girl is also quite wealthy; she came to school with her parents' inheritance.

Feeling that this topic was not convenient to continue, Lu Zhao touched her face again, unable to think of any other topics to bring up. Just then, the elevator doors opened, and she led Wen Ruo up to the rooftop.

It was evening, and a slightly chilly evening breeze brushed against her face. She subconsciously took a deep breath, leaned against the railing, glanced at the brightly lit skyscrapers below, and then looked up at the bright moon on the horizon.

"Does Sister Lu also like looking at the moon?" Wenruo asked her.

Lu Zhao thought for a moment, then shifted his gaze to the few dim stars next to the moon.

The ancients said that the moon is bright and the stars are few, and this natural law has not changed in this world.

For no apparent reason, as she gazed at those few stars, she remembered those eyes that seemed to shimmer with starlight.

"Si Ling..." she murmured unconsciously, referring to the owner of those eyes.

Wenruo didn't hear her clearly and asked in confusion, "What?"

"Ah, it's nothing!" Lu Zhao immediately came to his senses and hurriedly denied it. It wasn't until he met Wen Ruo's serious gaze that he remembered her question earlier. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I prefer the stars to the moon."

Under the vast sky, amidst the countless twinkling stars, both humanity and these cities appear incredibly small.

She loved the brilliant starry sky, and she also loved the stars that appeared dim around the moon, stars that were about to die out, yet they could be perceived by her eyes even though they were separated by countless light-years.

Their brilliance will remain etched in her heart even many, many years later.

"Is that so..." Wenruo lowered her head somewhat disappointedly.

Lu Zhao noticed her mood was off and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Actually, the moon is beautiful too, with its waxing and waning, its joys and sorrows..."

Seeing Wen Ruo's increasingly downcast expression, Lu Zhao was on the verge of tears. Now she finally understood why Xia Zhifei always said that she couldn't speak properly.

"Xiao Ruo, actually that's not what I meant..." She stared at the other person cautiously, already sighing countless times in her heart.

Alright, let's stop making small talk and get straight to the point.

She scratched her head helplessly, silently encouraging herself, and raised her voice, saying loudly, "Actually, what I meant was, I want you to join the Bureau of Spirits!"

Wenruo suddenly looked up, her previously disappointed eyes instantly filled with surprise.

Lu Zhao was so startled by her reaction that he leaned back slightly, his mind racing with thoughts like "Did I say something wrong again?" and "Help, this is so embarrassing."

Tomorrow she's definitely going to buy a book on how to speak properly to brush up on her skills!

Chapter Thirty-Three: Detective Sister Ge

An eerie silence spread between the two.

Lu Zhao was so nervous that a light sweat broke out on her back. She didn't know what to say next to salvage her composure, and she was even more anxious about Wen Ruo's inner thoughts at that moment.

What if people think the Bureau of Superior Mental Health is too dangerous and don't want to come?

Or perhaps I haven't built up enough goodwill with her to invite her to join the Bureau of Spirits Management?

Other possible problems include the female lead having previously been in contact with the villainous organization and being brainwashed by them...

The more she thought about it, the more exaggerated it seemed. Coupled with the fact that her injuries from the afternoon hadn't healed yet, she suddenly felt dizzy and her vision blurred.

"If you haven't thought it through yet, you can go back and think about it later..."

"No, I've already made up my mind!" Wenruo clenched her fist secretly, mustered her courage to look at the person who had always been gentle, and opened her mouth, "I am willing..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Zhao finally couldn't hold on any longer, his vision went black, and he completely fainted.

"Sister Lu!" Wenruo exclaimed in surprise, and quickly pulled the nearly collapsing Lu into her arms, but she herself stumbled back several steps and was forced to sit on the ground.

Looking at the person who had collapsed into her arms in fear, Wenruo swallowed nervously, "Sister Lu? Sister Lu?"

The person in his arms did not react.

Fearing something might have happened to Lu Zhao, she frantically pulled out her phone and called Xia Zhifei and the others below, "Hello, is this Sister Xiaofei? Just now, Sister Lu..."

Two hours later.

With the help of medical staff, everyone finally settled Lu Zhao in a special ward for the Spirit Clan.

Xia Zhifei's face darkened more than ever before. After listening to the nurse tell her about the more than twenty injuries Lu Zhao had suffered, she forgot to even say thank you and returned to the ward alone.

"How is it?" Song Lingge asked anxiously as she stepped forward.

She took a deep breath and repeated exactly what the nurse had said, ending with a cold laugh, "I had no idea she would suffer so many injuries in one day."

Even the most boisterous Messiah didn't dare to utter a sound under the young lady's dark expression, and could only sit on the edge of the bed with Wenruo, trying to minimize his presence.

Song Lingge glanced back at Lu Zhao, who was still asleep on the hospital bed, sighed softly, pulled Xia Zhifei out of the ward, found a bench to sit down, and patiently asked, "The captain's injuries were all caused this afternoon. Do you know where she went this afternoon?"

Xia Zhifei's face darkened, and her voice was as cold as ice. "She doesn't talk to me much these days. How am I supposed to know where she went?"

No wonder.

Hearing the young lady's words, Song Lingge understood. Among the entire group, Lu Zhao and Xia Zhifei were the closest to each other.

The two grew up together. Even after the Lu family suffered a misfortune, Xia Zhifei never distanced herself from Lu Zhao because of it. She took care of Lu Zhao from the moment she was released and never blamed him even after he awakened as a spirit.

Lu Zhao has always taken good care of her and protected her, so that even after she was removed from the core of the family, she continued to enjoy the pampered treatment he gave her.

They should have been very close, but this time, when Lu Zhao was injured, Xia Zhifei was completely unaware, not even knowing where she went, who she met, or why she was injured.

Thinking about it that way, it's no wonder Xia Zhifei was upset.

Song Lingge pinched the bridge of her nose and patiently comforted her, "Don't be angry yet. Since the captain intentionally kept it from you, he must be afraid that you would worry. Think about whether the captain said anything that might be related to today's events."

Xia Zhifei frowned and thought carefully for a while, "Right, I had a fight with her a couple of days ago, and she said she was going to the martial arts gym to practice and wouldn't eat dinner at home."

Martial arts school?

“That explains it. It’s normal to get some injuries after going to a martial arts school.” Song Lingge immediately understood the reasoning.

Lu Zhao went to the martial arts school simply to hone his skills. Since learning about her amnesia and considering her tendency to space out, the only possible truth is—

"You mean she's forgotten all the martial arts skills she learned before?" Xia Zhifei asked in surprise. Perhaps because the voice was too loud, it also attracted the attention of some patients who were passing by.

She quickly covered her mouth and looked cautiously at Song Lingge, "Sister Song, are you telling the truth? But... A-Zhao is so strong, how could she possibly..."

"That's exactly why she's keeping it from us," Song Lingge said helplessly, tapping her forehead with her index finger. "If you were the team leader, would you want the team members to know about this?"

Xia Zhifei fell silent for a moment.

That's why Ah Zhao's expression was a little abnormal when she said she wanted Lu Zhao to continue participating in the departmental competition.

Although she noticed, she only thought that A-Zhao was just annoyed by this boring competition, and did not expect that... she was afraid that her forgetting martial arts skills would be exposed and make her worry.

So that night, she suddenly went to the martial arts gym for extra practice, but she thought she wanted to start a fight, so she went home in a huff.

“Her amnesia has become so severe, yet she has never told us. When facing us, she still tries her best to maintain her former appearance.” Song Lingge frowned as she explained her speculation.

As Xia Zhifei listened, tears streamed down her face like broken pearls. She covered her mouth and sobbed softly, "I...I lived with her every day...why didn't I notice..."

The angrier she was at Lu Zhao before, the angrier she was at her own slowness now.

Despite living under the same roof as Lu Zhao, she was completely unaware that her illness had become so severe. Even when Lu Zhao revealed the extent of her illness in order to gain her understanding, it was only a small part of the whole picture.

In order to prevent them from discovering how the person who always shouldered everything on her own could endure all this pain, nonchalantly conceal her illness, and secretly train desperately to try to regain those memories?

But she never noticed...

Why didn't she notice?

Xia Zhifei bit her lip tightly and buried herself in Song Lingge's arms.

Today, the pain that Lu Zhao had been suppressing deep in her heart was finally glimpsed by the two people closest to her.

After an unknown amount of time, feeling that the person in her arms had gradually stopped trembling, Song Lingge gently patted her back, "Alright, it's enough for you and me to know about this. Messiah and Wenruo are too young to know so much."

Xia Zhifei wiped away her tears and nodded, "Mm."

She didn't know before, but now she does...

Chapter Thirty-Four: Zhao Zhao is incredibly gentle!

Lu Zhao slept for a full twelve hours, and didn't wake up until after seven o'clock the next morning.

It was that familiar white ceiling and the smell of disinfectant again.

She frowned in frustration, trying hard to recall how she had fainted yesterday. It seemed she had arranged to talk to Wenruo on the rooftop, but before she could hear his reply, she…

Sigh, I was so close to knowing what the other person was thinking.

She sighed heavily, sat up with her body aching all over, glanced at her hand still receiving the IV drip, and had a bad feeling in her heart.

Since they themselves are in the hospital, it means that Xia Zhifei and the others must also know about their injuries.

How can we explain this now?

While she was still struggling with her question, a sound came from the doorway. Xia Zhifei pushed the door open and entered, carrying a breakfast. As soon as she saw that she had woken up and was sitting up, she rushed forward with delight, "A-Zhao! How are you feeling now? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

There were many things that made him uncomfortable, but right now Lu Zhao only cared about Xia Zhifei's feelings.

But it seems... the young lady doesn't seem to be about to get angry?

That's not scientific. If something similar had happened to the original owner, she would have been scolded to death by the young lady. At the very least, she would have been treated coldly. She would never have received this kind of treatment.

"I..." She opened her mouth, only to find that her throat was so dry that she could barely make a sound.