Pei Yuhang never expected Little Yueqiu to suddenly confess all this to him. A ringing filled his ears, and it felt as if the swirling snow had frozen in place.
He could see Little Yueqiu's lips moving, but it was as if he were separated from her by a thick wall of ice. Her voice grew muffled and distant, indistinct.
'No, it wasn't sudden.'
'It started when she became unwilling to practice her swordsmanship. She was already hinting at me, but I was too dense to realize it.'
'I'd ignored Little Yueqiu's wish... her desire not to be assimilated by the real Qing Yueqiu.'
At that moment, Pei Yuhang's brow furrowed tightly. He was at a complete loss. His lips moved, and he murmured:
"Yueqiu, that's not it... You *are* Qing Yueqiu. Even if you regain your memories, nothing will change. You'll still be my disciple. All the memories we've made here in this Sea of Consciousness won't disappear.
Why would you think that you'll disappear once Qing Yueqiu returns?"
