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At the same time, on the other side. Inside March 7th's room.
Stelle had already sprawled on March 7th's large bed, occasionally twitching her nose to deeply sniff its fragrance, golden eyes showing pure delight.
"Ehh, you're making me scared!" March 7th shivered, unable to take it. "You're like some kind of creep, a little too perverted."
Stelle looked completely content, not ashamed in the slightest, and justified herself with, "It's your fault, March—your bed is so comfortable. No wonder you never get up in the morning."
"That's not exactly the reason!"
March 7th turned her face away, a little embarrassed.
She was just lazy—that's all. She felt bad letting the bed take the blame.
Stelle didn't care about any of that; she simply shifted left, leaving just enough space for one more person.
Supporting her head with her left hand as she lay on her side, she happily patted the mattress with her right hand. "March, hurry up. I wanna cuddle!"
"Fine, I really can't deal with you."
Looking at those expectant golden eyes, March 7th couldn't help but pinch the bridge of her nose.
After rustle rustle —changing into her pajamas—she lay down beside Stelle.
The moment she settled in, a warm body immediately glued itself to her like a little raccoon.
Stelle sniffed her pink hair and murmured in a blissful tone, "March, you smell so good!"
"Be serious!"
March 7th pushed Stelle's head away and complained, "You're clearly a girl, but sometimes you act so perverted I start questioning your gender."
"What's wrong with being a girl? Girls should like girls, boys should like boys!"
Stelle spoke righteously, still sticking herself to March 7th.
"You make such good points that I have no rebuttal."
March 7th was rendered speechless by Stelle, watching her wandering hands and unable to say anything.
Just when did Stelle suddenly become like this?
Clearly, when they first met a year ago on the Herta Space Station, she was such an adorably clueless thing!
But remembering that Stelle only had memories from the past year, March 7th felt a bit more tender toward the gray-haired girl in front of her.
This amnesiac girl saying nonsensical things from time to time was completely normal.
She must really think of her as a friend if she said things like that.
March 7th gently stroked Stelle's gray hair and softly said, "Stelle, a lot happened today! First was Auntie Himeko's afternoon tea, then Mr. Mercer suddenly showed up, and then enemies turning into friends."
Thinking of the food that had been created, she added, "He's a very mysterious person. Stelle, what do you think?"
Snuggle snuggle!
Stelle adjusted her sleeping posture and said simply, "I feel like he's a good person."
"I think so too." March 7th nodded, though doubts lingered in her voice. "But he suddenly appeared on the Astral Express, and he's incredibly strong—Uncle Welt Yang and Dan Heng weren't even a match. He's too mysterious."
Thinking about the golden threads from earlier, she still felt a twinge of fear.
If those threads hadn't stopped in front of her face, she had the feeling something terrifying might have happened.
Uncle Welt Yang who was always a shield of protection, and the reliable stoic dragon—both of them had been completely suppressed.
Only one person she knew could do that: Arbiter-General Jing Yuan. Maybe Herta could count too?
But for someone that powerful… why would he break into the Astral Express just to hitch a ride? She absolutely did not believe that "lost local native" nonsense.
What kind of "native" is that strong?! She'd traveled to planets like Jarilo-VI before—there weren't people like him there.
In her mind, people as strong as Arbiter-General Jing Yuan went wherever they wanted, whenever they wanted.
Stelle shook her head and said with certainty, "That doesn't make him a bad person. Being mysterious and strong isn't an issue. Just like Kafka—very mysterious but very kind, always doubted but eventually the misunderstanding cleared up. She's someone who can be my mother!"
She simply felt that Sol had no malicious intent. It wasn't because of the food—this was her intuition.
And there was also a strange sense of familiarity. If an exclamation point popped over her head, she felt Sol might pop one too.
"Alright, I'll trust your intuition. It's saved us plenty of times."
March 7th pressed Stelle, who was sprawled over her stomach, cheeks turning a little red. "Ugh, stop squirming."
If Stelle's intuition was right, then they should try making friends with Mr. Sol Mercer.
After all, the more friends she had, the more unbeatable she would be!