The air seemed to freeze at this moment. The expressions on everyone's faces varied—awkward, strange, sympathetic...
Their gazes involuntarily passed over Firefly to the unlucky victim who was grabbed. Because the perfume Robin used was sprayed on the clothes, and the clothes had already been "ripped" by Firefly, so...
March 7th covered Little Stellarons's eyes, worried about corrupting the child.
Some were stunned, some shocked, some laughed.
In this long silence, Firefly first looked at Stelle at the door, then at Robin beneath her, then at Stelle, then at Robin again...
Finally, she confirmed a fact she desperately didn't want to—the wrong person.
"Mmm mmm mmm!"
Seeing everyone burst in, Robin struggled desperately for help like seeing saviors.
"Robin? Don't be afraid, I'm here!"
Stelle charged forward first, rescuing Robin from Firefly's hands. She even took off her own jacket to drape over Robin. Only after all that did she look at Firefly with worry.
After a few more seconds of silence, Firefly walked numbly toward the window: "I'm going downstairs to buy some seeds..."
At this moment, she suddenly felt that no matter how vast the heavens and earth, how immense the galaxy, this world seemed to have no place for her.
Might as well just die.
—"Firefly!"
At that moment, Stelle suddenly rushed behind her, grabbing her arm with a worried expression: "Y-You, if you're feeling bad inside, don't bottle it up... We're good friends; we can understand your thoughts."
Firefly stubbornly stepped toward the window: "I want some quiet. This world probably isn't suitable for me anymore. Please let me be free."
She now wished the galaxy would hurry and be destroyed so no one would know she just did something so embarrassing.
Stelle hugged her tightly from behind: "No way, Firefly. Actually, everything before was a misunderstanding! Little Stellaron is my partner—she was just later recreated using me and March's genes for a body! It's not what you imagined!"
Firefly cried: "That's not the point anymore. I want to die, really. Let me jump."
"You're one of my most important friends—how could I let you jump?!"
Kafka also hurried over and started persuading: "Yeah, Firefly, calm down a bit. Don't do anything rash!"
Blade nodded in agreement: "It's just mistaking the person, right? Luckily we crashed in at the critical moment—no big deal."
Everyone: "..."
Stelle continued pulling Firefly: "Don't take it to heart, Firefly. No one will look down on you for this (everyone already knows your feelings inside out). I don't hold any grudges either, but you can't run from problems right away. A lot of people are worried about you!"
Kafka nodded vigorously beside them.
Firefly was silent for a long while, then suddenly threw herself into Stelle's arms and wailed: "Waaah! Stelle, I'm sorry, sorry to Miss Robin! I-I only did this in a moment of haste. Please don't hate me, I apologize wooo—"
"I promise to change my extreme thoughts from now on. I'll definitely hold myself back waaah—"
Stelle nodded comfortingly: "It's fine. Knowing your mistakes and correcting them is the greatest virtue."
—"Silver sister knows her mistakes and corrects them. Silver sister is a good kid. Na, I like sister!"
Little Stellaron clapped her little hands and said cheerfully: "If favorability exists in the world, in my heart, sister... mm, can temporarily rank fourth—no, third! Because sister knows her mistakes and corrects them."
Seeing Little Stellarons's pure and innocent little face, Firefly felt even more guilty. Not long ago, she had even been jealous of this child, so she forced a smile: "Thank you... But this sounds kinda familiar? Did you see it on TV?"
Little Stellaron: "Nope, it's what sister Stelle said when hugging March 7th sister before."
Stelle: "Eh?"
The smile on Firefly's face stiffened.
Little Stellaron was already immersed in her own world. She clutched her chest with her little hands, vividly recounting: "They hugged so tight back then, and even whispered in ears thinking I couldn't hear. Hehehe, but I heard!"
"Sister Stelle said then that in her heart, March sister's favorability ranks fi—"
Stelle covered Little Stellarons's mouth, laughing awkwardly: "Kids say the darndest things, ha, kids say the darndest things, kids say the darndest things..."
—"Firefly" exploded in red heat.
...
On the other side.
"You admit the protagonist in this manga is you?"
In a tea house, Dan Heng sipped his hot tea unhurriedly and said faintly.
"Dan Heng, we're old acquaintances. We should know what's what between us, right?" Jing Yuan pulled out a manga: "This one, 'Luofu Secrets That Must Be Told.' They didn't even bother acting—just slapped the place name on the cover!"
Dan Heng said unhurriedly: "This story is purely fictional. Any similarities are coincidental."
Jing Yuan's mouth twitched as he pointed at the male and female leads inside: "Then can you explain the name issue for the protagonists? 'Yingyuan'? 'Jingxing'? Is this how you use permutations?"
"Why not pair Jingfeng and Danliu?"
Dan Heng said unhurriedly: "Because I'm afraid she'll come chop me."
Jing Yuan: "..."
Jing Yuan: "Fine, you name it that—whatever. But why make the female lead Yingyuan? You're afraid of Jingliu chopping you, but not afraid of Blade chopping you?"
Dan Heng: "...Kidding. Actually, I'm not afraid of being chopped. I just wanted to write it that way."
Jing Yuan opened the manga, pointing at Jingxing inside: "Then let me ask you again—does this guy look different from me?"
Dan Heng glanced at him: "You're 3D, he's 2D."
"..."
A few seconds later.
Seeing Jing Yuan raise the chair, Dan Heng finally panicked. He reached out: "Wait wait, copyright fees are negotiable—don't hit!"
"Drink up—"
Jing Yuan smashed the chair hard onto Dan Heng's legs: "Pay up!"
"Ow ah—!"
Dan Heng, dusty and defeated, paid Jing Yuan a sum of "copyright fees" and said depressedly: "You came all the way from Luofu to Penacony just to demand copyright fees from me? This money probably just covers your costs, right?"
Jing Yuan wagged his finger: "No no no, this is a business trip. Coming to Penacony is for official business—asking you is just on the way."
"What official business requires a retiree like you?"
Jing Yuan smiled slightly and pulled an invitation from his pocket: "You've been away from Luofu too long—normal to forget some things."
"The Luminary Wardance Ceremony—remember? Where we first met?"
"I'm here to deliver invitations to the Penacony Family. Oh, of course, one for your Express too."