Maple syrup holds the "four seasons" in its heart.
And her? Does she really only want sunny days...?
But even if she unlocks the divine talent word, what good will it do?
It was all too late...
She wants the best of everything, and this is slowing her progress.
On the contrary, once Maple Syrup set her sights on a goal, she could tolerate everything else. The hatred and anger in her heart made her dare not and unwilling to stop.
If you fall a few steps behind, you'll never catch up.
...
The top floor of the Tree Tower Palace was a huge platform. It was Yu Xunge's first time here, but everything in front of her looked incredibly familiar.
A small house, a swing, an old tree, and a tree table with four wooden chairs under the clover tree.
Maple Syrup wasn't sitting on the largest wooden chair like she was in the tower; instead, she was sitting on a branch of an old tree.
If the clover is the tallest tree in the forest, then the old tree is the most durable tree in the forest. It is so durable that few oak owls are willing to use it to make furniture—because it is too difficult to cut down and carve.
Golden raindrops fell on Maple Syrup's head. She didn't turn around, but asked, "You've participated in so many devil games, do you still remember this place?"
“Hmm.” Yu Xunge walked to the smallest wooden chair and sat down. “Before the loop, I specifically recorded those memories that I didn’t want to forget.”
"Is it also inside the tower?"
"The ones in the tower too."
"During the game, you transported me to another timeline."
Maple Syrup didn't rush to talk about the future of cookies and starry seas, and Yu Xunge patiently cooperated.
"Hmm, and then what?"
“I only stayed there for five minutes. It’s a pity. I should have given you more time. Five minutes is only enough for me to find an acquaintance and ask a few simple questions.”
"Really? Who did you contact? Mistblade? Fat Goose? Or Wildfire, Maple Azure?"
"Wildfire".
"Then you've come to the right person."
“You can be really arrogant sometimes… Aren’t you curious about what questions I asked in those five minutes?”
Yu Xunge got up and walked to the edge of the ancient tree and the platform. She looked into the distance in the direction the maple syrup was pointing and saw the familiar light wings on a street not far away.
The answer had already flashed through her mind, but she still cooperated and asked, "What did you ask?"
I asked her how many forest fragments the maple syrup from here had been collected.
"Did she kill any of her own kind who surrendered during the battles of Zelan and Senhai?"
Did she make cookies from the autumn bear?
"Did she resurrect her daughter...?"
Yu Xunge pursed her lips, preventing herself from asking, "Are you asking about regret or your own remorse?"
After a long pause, Maple Syrup added softly.
"I also asked her where Hitomi, who was carrying the wine, had gone."
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