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The night was not without conversation.
To escape Nie Qiuyuan's sharp questioning, I pretended to faint. After that, I lost track of when he left because as I continued to pretend, I truly fell asleep.
As a future Sailor Soldier, sleeping so deeply is not a good thing.
In any case, even in my dreams, I sensed something unusual, as if someone were always nearby. In my hazy thoughts, I wondered if my brother had been watching over me all night.
Slowly, I opened my eyes to see a deep blue shadow sitting by my bed.
That shade of blue must have been quite fashionable in ancient times. When we learned about color palettes at school, we referred to this color as midnight blue—a hue between blue and black, possessing a mysterious allure.
Not only was the color stylish, but the style and embroidery were also exquisite and extravagant. I saw a figure from behind, with long black hair tied up high, resembling a swordsman from a comic.
His sword lay casually beside my pillow.
Perhaps sensing that I was awake, he turned his head toward me.
I nearly let out a startled cry, but before I could make a sound, the unexpected visitor pressed his hand over my mouth.
I squirmed in response, and he raised a long, elegant finger to his beautifully curved lips, signaling for silence.
His posture was mysterious and alluring. For a moment, I was captivated and stopped moving.
Sitting by my bedside was a young man wearing an ornate half-mask that covered the upper part of his face, reminiscent of an opera singer. Only his pair of sparkling eyes were visible. His jawline was exquisite, and the corners of his lips held a smile that exuded a special charm.
If he were to remove the mask, he would undoubtedly be an exceptionally handsome man!
Night in Brocade, is it a mood or a style? In this dark night, the elegant figure suddenly reminded me of a name.
"Are you Night Phantom?"
The corners of that person's mouth curled up slightly. Though he did not speak, a low, seductive voice emerged: "It is I. I am here to thank you."
Is this ventriloquism?
"I am very grateful for your efforts to clear my name." He spoke without moving his lips, yet his right hand gently waved, and suddenly a bright red rose appeared between his pale fingers, delicately placed among my disheveled Hair scattered on the pillow.
This cliché scene instantly made me suspect he had crossed over as well.
"What is your name?" It turns out ventriloquism can sound quite pleasant.
"Nie Liuying."
"Not that. I mean your real name." Night Phantom.
I was taken aback and couldn't help but look up at him. However, the gaze behind his mask was unusually serious, as if he could see through everything about me.
"Ye Zhenzhen." Me.
"Indeed, it is so." Elegant Dressed Handsome Guy muttered without context.
***
Clang...!!! I simply couldn't take it anymore!
Hello everyone, I am the Author. Sorry, I just couldn't hold back any longer. I have to step in and say a few words! Otherwise, it won't be Ye Zhenzhen who ends up spitting blood, but I will surely be the one to die from it first.
No matter how cliché the drama gets, it shouldn't be this ridiculous!!
Night Phantom has opened the divine perspective, witnessing everything happening in Village. He knows everything, yet he boldly comes out without fear of being exposed!
Not giving any hints and moving around in Village (and being seen without any skill), isn't it obvious that you are from Village?
"What's your name?" This question must be the one that follows the unanswered one from before!
Can we please not be so foolish? Anyone can see that Night Phantom, you are Nie Qiuyuan, right?
Moreover, for the sake of looking cool, wearing a mask halfway with your eyes and mouth exposed—anyone could recognize you! But now, no one can tell who you are! Ye Zhenzhen, known for her background in Criminal Investigation Major, has a high sensitivity to recognizing people, yet she still can't figure it out!
Leaving swords casually by the pillow? Both of their swords are identical… And all of this, Ye Zhenzhen completely ignores!
What the heck! Who threw those slippers?!
Ye Zhenzhen: Come on, you wrote all this yourself, didn't you? You designed this yourself! Now you want to jump out and act clueless?! I know how to fight; are you done living?!
Author: Oh? This is what I wrote? Uh… yeah! Alright then, you all continue.
Switching to narration mode: Dear readers, now you all know that Night Phantom is indeed Nie Qiuyuan. But even with clues as obvious as power cables and loopholes as large as bathtubs, Ye Zhenzhen's sharp mind will automatically filter them out. So, who knows when she will finally be surprised by this huge truth? Let's all sympathize with her…
***
"Feeling lonely? Scared?" This mysterious Elegant Attire Man seems to see through everything. He appears to have keenly sensed this shocking truth: my body and my soul are not one.
In an instant, I felt an urge to cry.
I had always disliked men like him, those who fluttered about like butterflies, thinking they were unreliable. But Night Phantom was different; there was an inexplicable warmth about him that drew me in. This warmth was called understanding.
For a moment, I felt that even if I were to confide in him, even if Ye Zhenzhen faced him, it wouldn’t be so bad.
After all, we were strangers. In this modern world, surrounded by concrete forests and suffocated by the smog in the air, there was always a desire to escape. Some people chose to flee by going to bars, connecting online, or even traveling far away to share their innermost thoughts with strangers, indulging in fleeting connections before parting ways.
Awake together in joy, scattered apart in drunkenness. Because we were strangers, we could understand each other.
Of course, I didn’t mean to have a one-night stand or anything like that; that was definitely not my intention!
However, Night Phantom immediately shattered half of my romantic fantasy of wanting a good buddy. He curved his lips into a charming smile without showing his teeth and said, “Don’t be afraid. From now on, I will watch over you.”
“Ah? Why?” I was utterly confused. That incident wasn’t even his doing; Nie Qiuyuan would figure it out sooner or later. He didn’t need to come here specifically to “offer himself,” did he?
“Because you’re quite interesting,” Night Phantom chuckled softly. “Besides, it’s just a side benefit.”
A side benefit? I wondered what exactly he intended to do.
Dashing Thief grabbed one of my hands and stuffed something into my palm. I looked down and saw it was a dagger sheathed in an ornate casing. The hilt and sheath were exceptionally beautiful, adorned with various gemstones that complemented the butterfly motif perfectly.
“Take this to protect yourself. However, when you want me to appear, just say my name three times aloud, and I will come find you. Make sure to say it out loud!”
His animated lines made me unable to hold back; I burst into laughter and rolled on the bed, completely abandoning any semblance of ladylike composure.
He stared at me for a moment in surprise before suddenly joining in my laughter. We laughed so loudly that no one around us seemed to hear.
Nie Qiuyuan must also be a sleeper. "I don't want it." I put the knife back into his hand, and then I realized that I was still lying down, so I got up quickly, "I don't like carrying a knife." "Why?" Handsome Guy in Blue asked . "Haven't you heard?...The Blade Holds Divine Spirits.." It took me a while to answer his question. When this topic came up, my mood actually darkened.
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