Chapter 73 Full of Flaws

Lying back in the comfortable sofa, Yue Yiyue watched the leaping sparks, with the neon-lit cityscape in the distance visible through the window beside him.

It was only then that Yue Yiyue realized it was already evening.

She picked up the unfinished scarf and said, "Okay, I understand what you mean. You don't need to go through all this trouble."

Looking at the familiar weaving pattern, Yue Yiyue lowered her eyes and touched the soft texture: "Let me tell you what just happened?"

The cheerful tunes inside the room served as excellent accompaniment, adding a touch of warmth to the atmosphere.

The curator leaned back on the sofa, hugging a pillow in her arms, listening to Yue Yiyue recount what had happened to her.

She was focused and attentive, as if afraid of missing any of Yue Yiyue's expressions.

Yue Yiyue, on the other hand, focused on the scarf in his hands, knitting it quickly and well, while also recounting the story he had just told.

The fireplace crackled and popped, and the rain outside the window began to fall again.

Yue Yiyue glanced up at the window, which was now filled with fog, and said, "This is really a nice place."

“Yes, at least for them now.” The curator actually walked to the glass, stretched out his slender fingers, and the plain ring on his middle finger shone silver in the dim light.

As she moved her hand, a cute smiley face appeared on the window, with a small heart drawn next to it.

"It's going to snow soon." She seemed to be staring out the window, but only the curator knew that she was looking at a figure reflected in the light.

Damn it, she can't be by her side every single moment...

She was the one who arrived first...

Damn it, why, why can't she stay with Yue Yiyue forever?

When will this bet finally end?

The mere reunion caused her to begin to feel anxious about losing him.

How wonderful it would be if I could stay here with Yue Yiyue for all eternity.

Let Mu Hongcai's plan continue...

Just as the thought crossed her mind, the curator suddenly felt a tingling sensation in her legs, and then she collapsed weakly onto the thick cashmere blanket.

The specks of blood that spurted from his mouth quickly stained a small patch of his clothes.

Upon hearing the noise, Yue Yiyue looked up and saw that delicate face was becoming increasingly pale, with tears in her eyes, and her slightly curly hair covering most of her face.

The curator turned her head away somewhat awkwardly, her voice trembling slightly: "I'm sorry, my old ailment has flared up again."

The moisture outside seemed to have seeped through the window, and Yue Yiyue felt a cold, eerie presence surrounding her, both close and distant.

As soon as Yue Yiyue looked up, she saw that the curator looked so fragile that she seemed about to faint at any moment. She quickly put down the scarf in her hand and hurriedly stepped forward to help her up.

"It's nothing..." The curator raised his hand to wipe the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, then leaned against Yue Yiyue listlessly, listening to the other's steady heartbeat: "It's an old ailment."

He sighed softly, "It's a bit much for me to keep this place going on my own."

"It's alright, I'll do my best." She smiled gently as she said this, her eyes shining with an astonishing determination.

Yue Yiyue carried the person to the sofa and made sure the person was alright before frantically searching for a place to pour water in the room.

The curator, lying on the sofa, watched Yue Yiyue busy at work. She muttered a complaint under her breath.

"Yi Yue, the cup is on the table next to the cabinet, and the water is in the room with the blue sign." Yue Yi Yue's departure left her feeling a little down, and raindrops were pattering down from the windowsill.

She sighed, leaned back on the sofa, and muttered to herself, "Why is it taking so long? Why haven't they come back yet?" Then she sighed again. She had been locked up in this godforsaken place for too long, and her concept of time had become so blurred that it was almost unrecognizable.

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At this moment, Yue Yiyue was standing at the door of the house with the blue sign. There was no water dispenser here.

Logically, she should have turned around and left.

But there was that familiar sculpture in the center of the room.

This puzzled her.

That was her face.

That unremarkable face she would occasionally see through the mirror.

Just like that woman surnamed Mu who has been trying to sculpt the goddess in her heart.

The statues here seem to have... a purpose that's hard to explain.

Yue Yiyue quickly flipped through his memories, but found no trace of the curator.

Could it be during the time she had amnesia? No, that's impossible.

Yu An had previously mentioned that Gu Nanqiu had always been by his side.

......

In a flash, Yue Yiyue remembered Zhou Qingyi's words...

But they clearly look different.

Gu Ye......

curator......

Ancient valley...

Also... wild...

Ye Qiu?

It was as if something had suddenly enlightened Yue Yiyue.

This also made Yu An's previous words seem more meaningful.

This place is also strange, with decorations that match her taste.

The unfinished scarf was crocheted using a method I was familiar with.

The freckled sculpture at the entrance looks just like him. At the time, he thought it was just a freckled sculpture, but now, no matter how he recalls it, Yue Yiyue feels that it is himself.

Yue Yiyue closed the door without changing his expression and turned to go to another room with a blue sign. The sign had a cute handwritten character that read "Autumn".

It's just that this stroke is somewhat similar to my own handwriting style.

Once doubts arose, Yue Yiyue began to overthink things.

She calmly poured the warm water, walked back to her original spot, and handed it to the curator, who was sitting on the sofa curled up in a ball.

Then he stared intently at the curator's appearance.

"So slow—" the curator complained softly, but when she touched the water at her preferred temperature, she was happy again, and her lips curled up slightly. It seemed that Yue Yiyue's amnesia did not affect his kindness towards her.

Thinking of this, the curator's expression softened slightly, and he picked up his water glass and sipped it slowly.

Yue Yiyue realized that the other person's appearance was completely different from Gu Nanqiu's, which shouldn't be the case.

She had just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she might have been overthinking things, when her gaze fell on the small mole on the curator's collarbone.

Yue Yiyue was startled and took a step back.

Hearing the commotion, the curator looked up at Yue Yiyue and asked, "Hmm? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Yue Yiyue closed her eyes, and after confirming that she would immediately forget the curator's appearance as soon as she closed her eyes, something was quietly stamped in her heart.

She returned to her seat somewhat stiffly, picked up the scarf, and continued knitting.

Speaking of that Mu family over there, there's a sign that says "Autumn".

At the time, she thought it was just a coincidence.

Because of his fondness for these words, Yue Yiyue didn't add anything else when pouring the water.

But what if this "autumn" refers to the "curator"?

My mind was filled with Yu An's words: "Don't let Gu Nanqiu know."

If, as Yu An said, she and Gu Nanqiu were very close, then why couldn't she let the other person know that she had regained her memories?

Yue Yiyue went through all the details of the past in his mind.

Koya was unusually intimate with him, and so was Noaki...

The image of Ye Qiu smoking that day blurred Yue Yiyue's mind again. Her movements seemed somewhat similar to those of the owner of the last takeout order he had ever delivered.

“Oh, right, Yiyue, I have two blue signs here.” The curator seemed to have recovered, and she tugged at the fluffy blanket with her hand: “One room has a water dispenser, and the other room has some of my more personal things.”

The subtle pause made Yue Yiyue's heart jump. The way the curator addressed him had somehow become like a spell.

It looks like a collar.

Yue Yiyue sighed inwardly. Oh well, if it's all Gu Nanqiu, then she should treat her fairly, just like before.

We can't let any autumn be sad...

"Did you go into the wrong room?" The curator looked at Yue Yiyue apologetically. "If you go in, it might trigger some bad things."

It was indeed not good, that's what Yue Yiyue thought in her heart, but she didn't show it: "No."

The scarf was now in its final stages. Yue Yiyue finished the last stitch, looked at the fine stitches, and picked up the scarf with satisfaction, walking over to the curator.

Put it on.

That face, which I forgot about as soon as I moved it away, looked small and cute against the backdrop of the scarf.

Yue Yiyue gestured and said, "Okay, I've finished knitting it for you."

"What room?" She looked at the curator with some confusion. "But curator, isn't your name Qiu?"

"Or is there another code name?"

"The room I went into was the blue one with 'Autumn' written on it, and I only noticed the water dispenser."

"I see," the curator sighed, puzzled. "Thank you for finishing the scarf."

"I don't think I have any excuse to keep you here anymore. I'm just glad you didn't come to the wrong room."

“Then you can go out by yourself. Someone is waiting for you at the door.” She leaned back on the sofa, looking at the clock beside her. “Someone will tell you what to do next.”

"Now, we all need to rest."

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As soon as Yue Yiyue went outside, she saw a staff member sitting on a chair to the side.

Hearing the noise, she immediately put away her phone and stood up.

She indicated that her beautiful friend had returned to the hotel, while she only left a message saying she would contact him later before hurriedly leaving the other one.

When Yue Yiyue tried to turn back, she was stopped by a staff member with a blank expression. The staff member led Yue Yiyue through a white door and said, "If you turn back, we won't let you leave."

Without a beginning or an end, perhaps it's some hidden rule.

She dared not offend them lightly.

After walking through the narrow corridor, Yue Yiyue saw the hotel lobby.

These places seem to be well-connected.

"Thanks."

The staff member simply put the bag back into Yue Yiyue's hands, smiled slightly, and walked away to the other side.

Yue Yiyue looked at the two pieces of clothing in the bag...

Another small detail.

Back in the guest room.

Yue Yiyue looked at Gu Nanqiu, who was lying on the sofa staring at the computer.

She seems to have been back for a long time.

On the table was a takeout meal that had only been opened and a few bites taken.

There's one copy that hasn't been opened yet; it's probably for myself.

For some reason, she wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which added to her intellectual air.

Hearing the door open, it didn't smile at me like before, or ask why I was only just getting back; it just stared intently at the screen.

Yue Yiyue changed his shoes and took off his sweater.

She walked towards the bathroom wearing only her underwear.

"There's a bathrobe over there, put it on, don't catch a cold, Yiyue." The woman was clearly looking at the computer, but she still reminded Yue Yiyue where something was right away.

Yue Yiyue gave a perfunctory reply.

"Did you get there too?"