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He subconsciously wanted to open the "Eye of Truth" to find out. Just when he was about to see the internal structure of the bubbles, a small hand wearing a black lace glove suddenly blocked his sight.

"It's better not to do this~"

The girl's voice was as clear and sweet as a silver bell, but it carried a warning that could not be ignored.

Zhou Yuan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a girl in a black and white dress standing in front of him.

Her long, snow-white hair was carefully tied into two spiral bundles, hanging by her ears, swaying gently as she tilted her head.

The most eye-catching thing is the pair of red crystal-clear eyes, which sparkle with mysterious brilliance in the hazy light of the courtyard.

"Long time no see~Ah, no~"

The girl's voice suddenly became a little excited, and her red lips curled up in a playful arc.

She gracefully performed a skirt-lifting ceremony, and her skirt opened like petals.

"Now I should say, nice to meet you~"

She stood up straight, a cunning light flashing in her red eyes:

"Welcome to my garden~"

The slender finger pointed to a carved iron table and chair not far away.

"Want to come and sit?"

A set of exquisite tea sets is placed on the table, and wisps of hot steam rise from the spout of the pot, outlining wonderful patterns in the air.

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"Are you wondering who I am?"

The girl's clear voice, like a wind chime, suddenly broke the silence of the courtyard and pulled Zhou Yuan back from his chaotic thoughts.

He was slightly startled, and the hem of his black windbreaker swayed gently as he turned around, drawing an elegant arc in the moonlight.

Before he could speak, those ruby-like eyes were already flashing with a cunning light, as if they could see straight into his heart as if they could penetrate his soul.

"Uh...yeah..."

Zhou Yuan raised his hand somewhat awkwardly, and his fingers under the black leather gloves scratched his head unconsciously.

This subconscious action caused the girl to cover her lips and chuckle. The silver bell-like laughter spread in the courtyard, startling several fluorescent butterflies living among the exotic plants.

She jumped lightly from the carved iron chair, and her black and white skirt stretched in the air like butterfly wings.

Her slender fingers brushed over the foamy fruits. As she touched them, the translucent spheres trembled slightly, reflecting a dreamy colorful halo and casting flowing rainbow shadows on the ground in the courtyard.

"They used to call me—"

The girl's voice suddenly became ethereal and distant, with a rhythm that transcended time and space.

Every time a name is spoken, the light in the courtyard changes:

"The Transcendent One, the One to whom all things become one..."

Those ancient names vibrated in the air, causing the surrounding plants to emit subtle resonances.

"but..."

She suddenly turned to face Zhou Yuan, the depth in her red eyes faded away, and a playful look returned.

She tilted her head, and her pure white double-diamond hair swayed, gleaming like pearls in the moonlight.

"You don't need to worry about any of this. If you really want, just call me 'Yogurt'."

As she spoke, she casually picked a foam-like fruit from the flowers and took out an object with flowing silver light from her chest.

As she blew gently, the two things intertwined in the air and turned into a circle of crystal clear bubbles.

Strange runes flowed on the surface of those bubbles, floating lightly towards Zhou Yuan. It seemed that a miniature universe was sealed in each bubble.

"This is what you need..."

Yogurt's voice suddenly became soft, and an elusive emotion flashed in his red eyes.

"And, a silver key that belongs only to you."

Her fingertips lightly touched the surface of the bubbles, and the spheres immediately turned into streams of light, swirling around Zhou Yuan's wrist.

Zhou Yuan subconsciously raised his hand, and his black gloves shone faintly in the reflection of the bubbles.

However, before he could see the secret clearly, Yogurt's slender fingers had already touched his forehead.

The touch was like the first snow in winter, but with a certain burning temperature. Two completely different feelings were stirring in his consciousness.

"But...it's almost time~"

A trace of regret flashed across Yogurt's red eyes. His voice gradually drifted away, and his figure began to become transparent, like a phantom dissipating in the morning mist.

"Otherwise, the little witch outside won't be able to hold on..."

Her skirt turned into dots of fluorescent light, slowly drifting away in the night wind:

"You have to help me take good care of her~"

“Hopefully next time…”

The girl's final whisper was like a breeze brushing past my ears:

"You can remember me by yourself..."

The scenery in the courtyard became blurred and distorted, and Zhou Yuan felt his consciousness was in a trance, as if he was sucked into a vortex of time and space.

When he woke up again, he saw the familiar real world before his eyes.

Only the silver key remaining in the palm of his hand emitted a faint warmth, proving that the surreal encounter just now was not an illusion.

The ancient runes on the surface of the key are faintly visible in the moonlight, as if telling of a forgotten promise.

Chapter 103 The Key to the Door

"Well..."

A soft moan suddenly escaped from Abigail's lips, as light as dewdrops rolling down flower petals in the morning.

Her body suddenly lost support and fell forward like a puppet with its strings cut.

The golden hair that had regained its radiance drew a dazzling trajectory in the sunlight, like flowing gold, and the whole person "just happened" to fall limply into Zhou Yuan's arms.

The girl's slender body carries the faint scent of lavender, which is almost imperceptible but reminds people of the purple flower fields in Provence in midsummer.

Her slender fingers unconsciously grabbed the front of his windbreaker, the black leather contrasting sharply with her white fingertips, as if she was grabbing the last support.

Her long eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings, casting fine shadows on her porcelain-white cheeks. Her rosy lips opened and closed slightly, and the warm breath she exhaled brushed across Zhou Yuan's neck, carrying the sweet fragrance unique to a young girl.

Zhou Yuan subconsciously reached out to catch it. The cuffs of his black windbreaker sank slightly due to the sudden weight, and the leather made a slight friction sound.

He looked down at the girl who had passed out in his arms. Her golden hair cascaded down his arms, glistening like honey in the sunlight, with a few strands of silver light still entangled in her hair.

"What's going on here..."

Garden Lily Bell didn't understand the situation for a moment, and a hint of confusion flashed in her reddish-brown eyes.

She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. She could only watch Zhou Yuan carefully adjust his holding position, fearing that he would disturb the sleeping girl in his arms.

Zhou Yuan gently picked up the little witch, his movements as gentle as if he was treating a fragile treasure.

He gently touched his forehead against hers, and this intimate gesture made Lily Ling beside him raise her eyebrows unconsciously.

After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, his voice filled with a gentleness he himself hadn't noticed:

"It's okay, she's just too tired."

......

While Abigail was sleeping, Zhou Yuan carefully picked up the silver key.

The sunlight shines through the gap in the curtains, flowing onto the surface of the key, reflecting intricate and mysterious patterns.

Compared to the key that Abby had seen before, the pattern on this key was more ancient and profound, as if it was engraved with secrets that transcended time and space.

“The gap is too obvious…”

Zhou Yuan muttered to himself, the cuffs of his black windbreaker swaying gently as he flipped through his keys.

When the key turned under his fingertips, the lines on it moved slightly like living things, emitting a faint blue light.

A hint of confusion flashed in his violet eyes, and his slender fingers unconsciously stroked the cool metal surface of the key.

But suddenly, a bold idea flashed through his mind. He took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly lit up with the unique purple light of the "Eye of Truth". However, the moment his eyes met the key -

"hiss--"

Intense pain came like a tide, and countless streams of information gushed out of the key like a flood that broke through a dam, madly impacting his consciousness.

Zhou Yuan staggered back a step, his black boots making a harsh sound on the floor.

He covered his eyes tightly, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

This is an experience I've never had before—

Even when faced with the most complex magic array, the Eye of Truth had never overwhelmed him so much.

"what happened to you?"

Lily Ling's voice came from a distance, with restrained concern.

Her long reddish-brown hair drew an elegant arc as she turned around, and the single eye under the eye mask narrowed slightly, keenly aware of the abnormality.

"No, it's okay..."

Zhou Yuan endured the tearing pain in his head and slowly released his hand.

As stubborn as he was, he once again cast his gaze on the strange silver key.

However, what greeted him was still——

【...】

Countless blurry runes burned in the field of vision, and the information flows intertwined into a chaotic ocean.

Just as the severe pain was about to come again, a faint sigh suddenly sounded from the depths of his consciousness.

The voice was ethereal and ethereal, as if it had traveled through countless time and space:

[Don't look at it~ This is not a secret you can access now~]

With these words, all the confusing information dissipated like the ebbing tide, finally condensing into a clear line of words:

[Think of this key as the perfect gift of your "Door". Only with this key can it be used~]

The lines on the surface of the key gradually returned to calm, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

But the cold sweat on Zhou Yuan's forehead and his still slightly trembling fingers silently told of that short but shocking experience.

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"Aren't you going to wait a little longer?"

Lily Ling leaned against the door frame, her long reddish-brown hair falling on her shoulders, and her tone contained a hint of genuine reluctance.

Her slender fingers gently stroked the door frame, and a rare tenderness appeared in her single eye.

"The child hasn't said goodbye to you yet. Maybe he'll feel lost when he wakes up, right?"

Although she didn't know why Zhou Yuan and Abigail had such a deep bond, as a bystander, she chose to respect this friendship.

After all, everyone has their own story, and she always knows how to keep an appropriate distance.

"That's not necessary, Miss Lily Ling."

Zhou Yuan shook his head slightly, and the hem of his black windbreaker swayed slightly with his movement.

He turned to look at the girl sleeping peacefully on the bed, a complex emotion flashing in his violet eyes.

Abigail's blonde hair was like flowing honey in the morning light, her long eyelashes cast fine shadows on her cheeks, and her chest rose and fell gently with her even breathing.

"Please take good care of her."

His voice was low and gentle, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the silver key in his pocket.

"I have something I need to do now."

"So...bon voyage?"