I'm in Morioh, just joined a chat group for cute girls.

Gu Ye glanced at Kal'tsit. She was surprised when she first saw me, and now I knew it was because of this.

"But, but this is just too similar!"

Kanae Kocho couldn't help but speak up, her eyes, which always held a gentle smile, now filled with surprise, "If it weren't for the difference in gender, no one would doubt that you two are twins."

"Indeed."

┅澪一弍２/３○⑼㈧

Raiden Mei chimed in softly, her gaze becoming more detailed and scrutinizing. "Not only are their facial features similar, but even... that kind of aura is quite similar. However, the Doctor's facial features are softer and more delicate. Although she has a heroic air, it is indeed a girl's gentleness, and it doesn't feel out of place."

"It's more than just temperament!"

Kitagawa Kaimu exclaimed as if she had discovered a new continent, raising her voice several decibels, "Look! The way she lies there, that feeling! It's exactly the same as when Gu Yejun is sleeping in the classroom and doesn't want to talk to anyone! That 'Don't bother me, let me be alone' otaku aura is exactly the same!"

After Hai Meng said that, everyone looked at the doctor on the hospital bed again, and then at Gu Ye standing to the side. The strong sense of déjà vu became even clearer.

Chapter 76 Amiya; You are not her!

Even Theresa, who had been silent all along, had an unusually complicated look in her eyes when she saw that face that resembled Gu Ye so much.

Why does this face... look so much like Mr. Gu Ye, who saved me? What's the connection between them?

W's reaction was the strangest. The hatred in her eyes seemed to have been diluted by this sudden change, replaced by a bewilderment mixed with hatred and confusion.

She stared at the doctor's face, then looked up at Gu Ye, her lips moved, but in the end she said nothing.

Listening to the murmurs of the crowd, Gu Ye's mind was more confused than anyone else's.

He looked down again, scrutinizing the pale face.

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They have the same black hair, the same facial features, and even the shape of their eyebrows and the curve of their lips are seven or eight parts similar.

If you use software to feminize your face, the final result will probably be almost identical to the face in front of you.

Are you kidding me?

Gu Ye thought to himself, "Could it be... that this doctor is my counterpart in this world?"

Or perhaps... my old account came to life?

This idea is too far-fetched, but in a world where chat groups and time travel exist, it doesn't seem entirely impossible.

He even had an urge to see what size breasts this "female version of himself" actually had.

"Alright, have you all seen enough?"

Kal'tsit's cold, hard voice rang out again, interrupting this absurd "family reunion."

Unable to bear watching the group of people gossiping about the unconscious doctor, she stepped forward, reached out, and prepared to put the hood that had slipped off back on the doctor.

"The patient needs absolute quiet to rest."

Her actions left no room for argument, and her tone carried a clear indication that she was asking them to leave: "Now that everyone's curiosity has been satisfied, please leave. We will discuss the follow-up arrangements for Her Highness Theresa later."

As she spoke, she pulled up the soft brim of her hood, preparing to cover her face, which had caused such a stir.

Wow, it looks so good!

Kitagawa Kaimu cupped her face in her hands, her eyes sparkling, completely ignoring Kal'tsit's order to leave. "Even though it's Gu Ye-kun's face, it feels completely different after turning into a girl! Let us look at it a little longer, Miss Kal'tsit, she's still asleep anyway."

"Yes, Dr. Kal'tsit."

Raiden Mei also said softly, "The doctor looks very weak. Let's just observe her like this and not disturb her."

Kal'tsit's brows furrowed even more, her outstretched hand halting in mid-air. She said coldly, "I told you, she has suffered severe psychological trauma, and her current condition is not suitable for being observed by so many people. She needs to be transferred immediately to a separate deep-seated intensive care unit for psychological repair."

"But since Mr. Gu Ye was able to fully recover Miss Theresa, why not have him also completely cure Miss Doctor?"

Kanae Kocho tilted her head and asked a question that most people present wanted to ask, "Wouldn't that save Dr. Kocho from suffering?"

As soon as Kanae Butterfly uttered her concerned words, everyone in the ward, including Kal'tsit, turned their gazes toward Gu Ye.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Gu Ye simply shook his head slowly, offering no explanation for the limitations of the Insect Arrow Requiem's ​​power. He simply said in a calm tone, "I've already dealt with the most troublesome part for her. But her 'injury' is somewhat special; the rest can only be recovered by her own efforts. However, I think she should wake up soon."

After he finished speaking, he glanced meaningfully at Theresa, who was standing beside Amiya's bed.

When Theresa met his gaze, she immediately understood Gu Ye's intention.

Yes, the Doctor bore such guilt for my sake, and was even manipulated into doing that kind of thing... That memory is an unbearable burden for her. Letting her forget everything is perhaps the best relief.

She nodded almost imperceptibly to Gu Ye, a hint of gratitude in her eyes.

As if to confirm Gu Ye's words, a slight movement came from the hospital bed the moment he finished speaking.

The girl with the same face as Gu Ye fluttered her long eyelashes a few times, and then slowly opened her eyes.

Those were gray eyes, clear as an uncut crystal, devoid of any emotion, only a pure, nascent bewilderment.

She looked up at the snow-white ceiling above her head, then turned her eyes to look at the people gathered around the bed, her eyes filled with confusion and fear of this unfamiliar world.

Almost at the same moment, suppressed sobs came from another hospital bed.

"Theresia... Sister..."

Amiya woke up.

She sat up abruptly in bed, her blue eyes brimming with tears, her hands clutching the clothes at her chest, as if she were still frozen in that moment of despair.

Her eyes searched frantically around the room, and when she saw that familiar figure, all her fear and sorrow turned into a heart-wrenching scream.

"Theresia!"

“I’m here, Amiya.”

The moment Amiya made a sound, Theresa bent down, opened her arms, and tightly embraced the trembling, small body.

She gently stroked Amiya's back, her voice so tender it could melt your heart: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, it's all over now."

The warm embrace and familiar scent instantly dispelled some of the fear in Amiya's heart.

She leaned on Theresa's shoulder, her tears soaking the other's clothes.

But just a few seconds later, she seemed to suddenly realize something, and her body stiffened abruptly.

She slowly pushed Theresa away, raised her tear-streaked face, and her blue eyes were filled with vigilance and scrutiny.

Her gaze slid from Theresa’s face to her neck, then to her arms, and finally settled on her flawless skin.

"You are not her!"

Amiya's voice turned shrill. She took a step back, pointed at Theresa, turned to Kal'tsit, and demanded, "Dr. Kal'tsit! Why did you send a fake person to impersonate Theresa?! Do you think I wouldn't recognize her?"

Her face flushed red with excitement, like an enraged rabbit, and she pointed out the discrepancy with clear logic: "Sister Theresa has been plagued by Oripathy for many years, and her body... she should have the crystal patterns of Oripathy! But you! Your skin is too healthy! You are not her at all!"

Faced with this sudden accusation, Kal'tsit's expression could only be described as "indescribable." She raised her hand to press her temples and said in an extremely speechless tone, "...At times like these, your observation skills do become quite sharp."

Faced with Amiya's questioning, Theresa showed no anger or sadness. She simply looked quietly at the child she regarded as her own, her eyes filled with boundless tenderness and acceptance.

"Little Amiya, do you remember?"

Theresa smiled and took a step forward, her voice soft as if afraid of disturbing a butterfly, "When I first brought you back to Babel, you were afraid to talk to anyone. You always hid in a corner, hugging that old doll with a missing eye."

Amiya's body trembled, and a hint of wavering appeared in her wary eyes.

“I remember that your favorite food was baked potato chunks drizzled with honey, but you only dared to eat a small bite each time because you were afraid that someone else would take it away from you.”

Theresa continued, her voice tinged with a nostalgic smile.

These are all small, warm secrets that belong only to the two of them.

"You...how do you know all this..."

Amiya's voice began to tremble, and tears welled up in her eyes again, but this time, they were not from fear, but from immense confusion and unease.

"Because I am your Theresa, my favorite little crying bunny."

Theresa reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks with her fingertips, just as she had done countless times before.

"Sister...it really is you..."

All her defenses crumbled at that moment. Amiya could no longer hold back and threw herself into Theresa's arms, bursting into tears.

"Waaaaah... Sister! You're not dead! Thank goodness... Thank goodness!"

Theresa hugged her tightly, a relieved smile on her face.

She looked up at Gu Ye and silently mouthed two words.

Thank you.

……

The heavy metal door of the ward slowly closed behind them, shutting out the sounds of Theresa and Amiya's reunion, a mixture of tears and laughter.

The brightly lit corridors of Rhode Island's medical ward cast long shadows of everyone.

Everyone tacitly remained silent, giving the two people in the ward enough space.

W was the last to come out. She leaned against the cold wall, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, as if trying to expel all the fear and despair that had accumulated in her chest.

She raised her head, and her eyes, which always held a hint of madness and mockery, were now as clear as water-washed gemstones.

She walked up to Gu Ye, stopped, and then did something that surprised everyone.

She bowed deeply to Gu Ye, almost at a ninety-degree angle.

"Thank you."

Her voice was hoarse, but every word was crystal clear, carrying an unprecedented solemnity: "I, W... owe you a life, no, I owe you the whole world. From now on, my life is yours. Whatever you want me to do, whether it's murder, arson, or even blowing up Theresis's royal court, I won't bat an eye."

Gu Ye stepped aside to avoid her deep bow and said calmly, "I saved her not so that you would be my slave. I just didn't want to see a good person who shouldn't have died just like that. Besides, I also want to see what kind of story will unfold in the Tower of Babel after Theresa survives."

“It’s different for me!”

W straightened up and looked at him stubbornly. "I keep my word! You can come to me anytime to fulfill my promise."

Gu Ye didn't dwell on the issue with her. He looked at W, then suddenly remembered something and frowned slightly.

"Speaking of which, I have a question for you."

He began, “I remember you said in the group that you had just decided to join Bajubetta, right? According to the timeline I know, there should have been at least several months between your joining and Theresa’s assassination. But… from the time you announced it in the group until now, it seems like less than a week has passed.”

Gu Ye's question about the flow of time caused W's expression to freeze instantly.

A look of bewilderment flashed across her eyes at first, but that bewilderment was quickly replaced by greater confusion.

"A week? Are you kidding me?"

W's voice rose, filled with disbelief, "I've been with Babel for three whole months! For these three months I've been on missions every single day, working like a dog, how could it only be a week!"

"Three months?!"

Kitagawa Kaimu covered her mouth in surprise, "Impossible! Ms. W, I remember very clearly, when you sent that message, I was discussing a new anime with Gu Yejun, that was definitely just a few days ago!"

"Yes."

Rin Tohsaka nodded, crossing her arms and looking at W with a scrutinizing gaze. "Our perception of time is consistent. From the time you joined the group until now, only a very short time has indeed passed. What exactly is going on?"

For a moment, everyone sensed that something was amiss.

Even though they are all in the same chat group, the speed at which time passes is so drastically different.

"I think I probably know the reason."

Just slip away and it's Ling

Gu Ye pondered for a moment and offered his speculation, "The time flow of the chat group might be based on the frequency of communication within the group. W, in the past three months, have you been so busy with your tasks that you've hardly checked the chat group at all?"

W paused for a moment, thought it over carefully, and then nodded somewhat uncertainly: "It seems... that's how it is. There are one task after another, and I simply don't have time to pay attention to the chat group."

"now it's right."

Gu Ye concluded, "When you completely stop interacting with the chat group and 'detach' from the group, the flow of time in your world may 'go off track' from those of us who are maintaining communication. The flow of time will only resynchronize when you reopen the chat group."

Although the explanation sounded a bit far-fetched, everyone present thought it made a lot of sense. After all, they had witnessed the resurrection of the dead, so the abnormal flow of time didn't seem so hard to accept.

"I see, what an incredible rule."

Kanae Kocho sighed softly, bowing gently to everyone once more. "Speaking of which, I haven't had a chance to thank you all again. If you hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid I would already be..."

"Ms. Kanae, please don't say that!"

Kitagawa Kaimu quickly helped her up, saying, "We're partners! Helping each other is only right!"