Of the twelve shrine maiden candidates, the most likely to be elected are Riki Tsuyomi and Suto. Even if the other girls are disappointed, they simply don't bother to fight for them anymore.
Today, I finally got to go out and have some fun, so I didn't care what time I was going back. I disregarded the elegance and poise of a shrine maiden and went completely wild.
Peach ran around with them to various stalls and markets.
The snowflakes kept falling, though not heavily. Riki knew that Yukito was nearby, but she didn't dare to face him and remained distracted from the lively event.
Su Deng wasn't very interested and led Su Muye down the mountain.
"Mom, look!"
Halfway down, Su Muyue suddenly pointed to the crowd below and exclaimed in surprise, her eyes wide, "It's Dad!"
Su Deng was taken aback, and suddenly looked up at the crowd below the steps.
As they came up, in front of the stall where Peach bought the mask, stood a tall, well-built man. His tight black outfit accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, giving him an excellent proportion. His long, dark green hair was tied in a high ponytail.
His three-dimensional facial features were sharp and distinct, and even a single side profile was so handsome that it could captivate the world. He held a painted white fox mask in his hand, standing out like a crane in the bustling crowd. His untainted aura was somewhat out of place amidst the fireworks.
Many people came and went and looked at him, but he seemed not to notice. He put on the mask, turned around and walked through the crowd towards this side.
Su Deng and Su Muye stood on the steps without moving. Yan Sizhan, who came up, brushed past them without even glancing at them.
"Yan Sizhan!" Su Deng called out instinctively as she turned around.
Clearly visible amidst the noisy crowd, Yan Sizhan paused, turned his head, and looked at Su Deng through his mask.
Su Deng pushed the mask up to her head. "It's me."
His expression was obscured by the mask, but Yan Sizhan's clear voice rang out, tinged with doubt, "Do we know each other?"
Su Deng was taken aback. "You...don't you recognize me?"
Yan Sizhan shook his head. "Have we met somewhere before?"
Su Muye's eyes widened. She ran over and grabbed his sleeve, revealing her face beneath the mask. She cried out urgently, "Dad! I'm Su Muye! That's my mom! Don't you recognize us?!"
Yan Sizhan frowned, pulled his sleeve away from the child's hand, and took two steps back to create distance. "I don't understand what you're saying, and I don't know you. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving."
"dad……"
"Su Muye, come back."
Su Muye tried to grab him, but Su Deng stopped her.
Yan Sizhan turned around and continued walking up the mountain, his figure standing out in the crowd.
Su Deng stared at his retreating figure, her eyes filled with darkness.
At the end of the previous game instance, when she killed Yan Sizhan, the blood mole left by Yan Sizhan on her left palm disappeared, and she could no longer call out to Yan Sizhan.
The Yan Sizhan in this game instance doesn't recognize her, and she can't tell whether this is the real Yan Sizhan or a Yan Sizhan from some past timeline.
After all, these game instances all come from Divine Court Technology, and players from all eras are represented, with instance simulations also originating from various eras and timelines.
Yan Sizhan, Cigong Lixi, Wushan Shrine, Wushin Festival...
Su Deng, who originally intended to go down the mountain, narrowed her eyes, and led Su Muye back up the mountain with Yan Sizhan in the crowd.
Regardless of whether this instance is from the past or future, or is a fantasy or reality, she wants to know Yan Sizhan's story here.
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