Chapter 199 Her Relics Become Me, Remembering Myself

"You don't think I'm teasing you, do you?"

The warm sunlight shone on Vifiya's skin. She didn't look around. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she murmured softly, her emotions unrecognizable: "Isn't it?"

"Are you angry?" Her voice lacked any acknowledgment of wrongdoing, and carried the subtle curl she possessed when addressing Vifiya. "There's nothing I can do about your anger. Could it be that you could actually leave me?"

Vifiya tried her best to control her breathing and make it appear normal.

She clenched her fists, trying to suppress the trembling of her fingertips.

The rustling of the wind filled the air. For a long time, there was no response from the voice. The voice didn't express uncertainty, only a question: "No way? You're actually angry?"

"I just taught you, have you forgotten?"

Without waiting for a response from Vifiya, he casually said, "I can't afford to be angry right now. Don't let my body show that expression. No matter who I'm with, I can't show my true emotions, unless I'm deliberately trying to mislead them."

"I know." Vifiya said softly. She had been imitating Vifiya for so long, how could she not know Vifiya's habits.

She raised her head and stood up straight. Before her eyes were clusters of flowers, an elegant flower pavilion, and bursts of fragrance filled her nose.

It was a place that Vifiya was very familiar with, and it was the starting point of every of her rebirths—the Marquis of Kesley’s Mansion.

She took a step forward, and she remembered this day.

The weather was unexpectedly nice.

She sat down in the flower pavilion and poured herself some hot tea.

"Wrong," the voice said. "Given the Marquis's control over me, he wouldn't allow me to pour my own tea. It would be beneath my dignity among the nobility."

Vifiya responded softly: "Okay."

That day, she was really thirsty and Neve was temporarily sent away by her. She thought that since there was no one around, no one would notice her.

She picked up the teacup with one hand, and in the reflection of the light pink floral tea, she saw familiar pupils, the red eyes were bright, but at this moment, because of her, she could not muster any joy.

"Hmm." The voice continued to comment, "Afternoon tea etiquette is fine."

The voice suddenly changed the subject and asked, "How far have you progressed in learning the Saiga characters I taught you? Can you basically understand what other people are saying?"

Weifeiya buried the complex feelings in her heart and nodded: "It's almost done."

There was a slight pause in the voice: "The next part is the most difficult. From now on, you need to practice your reaction."

"Why?" Vifiya asked according to her memory.

Despite the distant memories, Vifiya could still feel that [Vifiya] was speechless at this moment.

Her voice held [Vefia's] usual pride. "Of course, it's to prevent you from being discovered. You can't always act and react like I would."

"I will remind you at special moments, and you need to make adjustments at any time based on my reminders. Remember, your smallest actions may become a handle, so you need to rationalize your small actions."

The same words, the same tone, made Vifiya dazed.

There was a gentle breeze and birds were chirping in the distance.

There was a moment of silence in his voice, and when he spoke again it softened slightly: "Do you miss home?"

"You haven't said much today." His voice sounded like an explanation, a comfort, and because he rarely spoke genuine words of comfort, there was an awkwardness in it that Vifia could easily detect. "The Kellys family has no family affection. I don't understand why you have to go back for them."

"The Marquis's Mansion is not a good place. You are unlucky to have ended up in my body."

No, [Vefiya], fortunately I met you, I am very lucky.

Vifiya lowered her eyes, although you were really a bastard at the beginning.

She and [Vifiya] said that they shared a body, but in fact, since she came here, [Vifiya] lost control of her body.

It was she who took away her body, the body that belonged to [Vefiya].

Two souls in one body, they soon discovered that the language barrier between the two worlds did not exist for them.

Although they spoke different languages, they could understand each other miraculously, their memories were connected, and their thoughts were interchangeable.

As long as they want, they can become the people who understand each other best at any time.

They were both silent about it. They didn't do that. They were both trying their best to control themselves, not to read each other's minds, not to explore each other's memories.

They tacitly agreed not to take a single step forward.

Vifiya took a deep breath secretly.

The voice returned to a familiar one, the same one Vifiya had always given her when she was teaching her survival skills: "xxx, if you want to become me, you can't forget yourself. Even if you become me, you can't forget yourself."

"The first hurdle to becoming me is hiding it from Neve."

"If you can hide it from everyone else, then the only one in this world who can expose you is me."

No, [Vifiya], I still couldn't hide it from Neve.

Vifiya hid the nostalgia and hidden sorrow in her eyes.

"Ha, ha..." She suddenly laughed. It was so similar, so similar.

Almost, almost, she thought it was really [Vifiya].

She raised her head and stared at the top of the pavilion with cold eyes.

If it’s fake, it’s fake.

Unable to explain why, she asked, "Why are you willing to help me?"

With only the sound of the wind in her ears, she patiently waited for the voice to respond.

"It's fun." Her voice carried the innocence that was unique to Vifiya. "Someone's living this damn life for me. Why shouldn't I let her have such a good thing?"

Vifiya sneered: "You are not her."

[Vifiya] is indeed a bastard, but she is not a bastard without bottom line.

She will observe and judge for herself. She will not escape from her own life and let others bear the pain that she should bear.

How could she, who possesses Vifiya's memories, not know Vifiya's thoughts?

[Vefiya] did intend to use her at the beginning. If [Vefiya] wanted to get what she wanted, all she had to do was use everything.

But when [Vifiya] discovered that traveling through time was not what she wanted, entering Vefiya's body was not her choice, and she herself was unable to control her body, [Vifiya] realized that her future life would be completely taken over by a strange girl.

She should have been happy about that, after all, her life was so boring and tiresome.

However, this is not a reason, not a reason for her to escape, not a reason for her to let others bear it for her.

That person, that strange soul from another world, will be forced to step into her life, into her pain, her struggle.

The hand that locked her throat would also tightly bind the other person.

Since the other party didn't come here on his own initiative, there was no reason for her to take full advantage of him.

Her life and happiness have nothing to do with each other, and the other party has no obligation to bear it for her.

It was only when Vifiya gained Vifiya's memory that she realized that Vifiya also felt guilty towards her.

[Vefiya] must have known something in advance to give her all her memories.

Based on her understanding of [Vifiya], [Vifiya] is definitely not someone who would easily give her memories to others.

After all, the first thing [Vefia] taught her was, don’t be read into.

A person's complete memory is no different from a person completely dissecting himself and showing himself naked to others.

And it is precisely this decisiveness, unlike [Vifiya's] approach, that makes the memory seem like a relic, a relic that is thrown away with all one's heart.

She wanted to deny it.

Relics, her relics.

All along, although Vifiya would deliberately avoid thinking about [Vifiya], she would still silently care about anything that might help find [Vifiya].

Fourteen generations have passed since [Vifiya] disappeared, and there is nothing. She has found nothing. [Vifiya] disappeared silently, as if she had never existed.

Vifiya would not ask God, even if it seemed that she had reached a cooperation with God, she would not ask. She did not fully believe in God, and she could not afford the corresponding risks.

Vifiya couldn't help but laugh at herself. Why did she ask any more questions? Why did she even bother?

A gust of wind blew past her eyes, and everything around her about the Marquis of Kesley's Mansion disappeared without a trace, leaving only endless white.

A figure approached her and said in a slightly raised voice: "That shouldn't be the case. Isn't she like this in your mind?"

Vifiya's fingertips trembled, and she looked at the face close to her, eyes she would never forget, a face she would never forget.

She saw her own black eyes in the crimson gemstone.

The girl opposite stared at her. Not seeing the expression she wanted to see on Vifiya's face, she suddenly felt a little bored.

The girl's eyes were puzzled, but her expression was vaguely scrutinizing. "Why does she find you interesting?"

With her personality, she could sense that the black-haired girl in front of her was far from being able to attract "her" attention.

Vifiya's eyes were indifferent: "What does it have to do with you?"

She looked around calmly, looking for a way to get out.

The girl remained motionless, not looking away, as if she wanted to take in all her little movements.

As if answering her earlier question, Vifiya said, "[Vifiya] would never say such a thing to me."

Hearing this, the blonde girl with red eyes flashed with interest. Her white and tender fingers curled up Vifiya's long hair and twisted it around her fingertips. Her face was innocent, but filled with strong malice. "Really? If she knew that Niv died so miserably because of you, would she..."

"Puff."

The girl's words stopped abruptly, and she could hear the sound of a sharp weapon entering her flesh.

All I heard was Vifiya saying coldly, “Shut up and don’t say such things with [Vifiya’s] face.”

The girl lowered her eyes, her face not distorted by the sword stabbing her heart, she stared at the hand holding the hilt.

The owner of the hand was trembling.

The black-haired girl's voice was stubborn: "If you really knew her from my memories, you should know that she taught me."

"Even if the other party is her, you must act without hesitation."

As she spoke, Vifiya grasped the sword with both hands and pushed the sharp blade further in.

Likewise, if her opponent was her, [Vefiya] would not hesitate...

The girl with blonde hair and red eyes suddenly raised her head and met Vifiya's eyes directly.

The red eyes were filled with a hint of relief and a faint smile: "You did a good job."

Everything about [Vifiya] in her memory suddenly overlapped, and Vifiya's heart trembled violently. She subconsciously stretched out her hand, and the scene in front of her eyes shattered like a mirror, and tiny points of light fell into the magic circle.

She couldn't grab anything.

The movement just stopped in mid-air, and the eyes were dim.

She lowered her head and saw that the transparent crystal had been completely integrated into the magic circle.

The roar of a monster could be clearly heard not far away. She withdrew her hand and both keys were successfully placed.

She looked towards the center of the magic circle, where there was a long staircase leading down.

She hid the emotions in her eyes, stood up and walked away without hesitation.