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In the dead of night, the guest cabins of the Astral Express were particularly quiet.
The hallway lights had been adjusted to a uniform, dim, and soft amber tone, with rows of doors tightly shut, locking the passengers' dreams inside.
In the air, only the faint white noise of the environmental maintenance system's operation remained.
Pom-Pom held a specially made soft broom, taking short steps and diligently sweeping the invisible dust in the corridor.
The Conductor was used to cleaning once after everyone had fallen asleep to ensure that when everyone woke up tomorrow, they would see the Astral Express as clean as new.
Suddenly, Pom-Pom's movements paused, and its long, fluffy ears twitched keenly twice.
Just now, there seemed to be some movement in the surrounding space.
A faint spatial fluctuation, transcending conventional physical dimensions and difficult to detect, silently rippled through the interior of the cabin, much like someone infiltrating the Astral Express through abnormal means.
Pom-Pom's gaze was alert, carrying the broom while creeping toward the location where the fluctuation originated, looking left and right.
The corridor was empty.
The decorations on the walls hung quietly, and all the doors remained tightly closed.
It even bent down to get close to the floor, yet still couldn't find any trace of a person or abnormal item.
"Strange, I clearly felt the frequency of spatial folding, Pom..." Pom-Pom was full of suspicion.
Having found nothing, it could only attribute it to having been busy for too long today and being overstressed, shaking its head and turning to continue toward the next carriage.
No one noticed that at this moment, inside Qi Zhimu's guest room, a graceful figure had appeared silently.
It was Herta.
She was wearing only a simple, thin silk nightgown, her damp flaxen hair draped loosely, with water still dripping from the tips.
Not long ago, the moment she saw that face and the key in the bathroom surveillance, her heart had experienced a violent shock, shifting from confusion to shock—
After coming to her senses, she used her fastest speed, recklessly tearing through time and space, crossing star systems to rush here.
She feared that if she arrived a second late, the man who appeared at the Space Station would vanish like a bubble.
With a person appearing out of thin air in the room, Qi Zhimu, lying on his side on the bed, did not react.
Even though he was a veteran of a hundred battles and always maintained a very light level of alertness while sleeping, he was unable to detect Herta's arrival.
The reason was none other than Herta hiding the frequency of her own existence in another spatial layer.
Although her true self was indeed standing on the carpet, because her physical presence, body temperature, and even heartbeat were completely isolated, she appeared no different from a solid projection.
Herta was barefoot, walking step by step to the bedside.
Her gaze locked onto Qi Zhimu's handsome face, staring blankly.
Soon, a faint red circle quickly welled up around her eyes.
Her gaze moved slowly, fixing on several personal items by the pillow.
Among them, a key of unknown material lay quietly there—such a familiar silhouette, such familiar Remembrance.
A few subtle lines were clearly carved on the surface of the key; these lines represented her purest feelings from her youth.
They also branded her obsession with Qi Zhimu, which had never changed across the long river of time.
If there were a one-in-a-billion coincidence in the universe where a key of the same style happened to exist.
Then, the hidden patterns she had personally carved stroke by stroke back then left no possibility of coincidence.
As a member of the Genius Society, she had countless ways to verify authenticity.
But at this moment, whether those verification methods were simple or complex, she had thrown them all to the back of her mind.
The answer was already before her eyes.
The man in front of her—whether he was the person who died in the Silent Zone and was resurrected by some miracle.
Or someone who had gone through the long years to be reincarnated as a human again, it didn't matter.
She was only absolutely certain of one thing—
Lying here was the Brother Mu she had thought of day and night and missed for several Amber Era, the Mr. Magician who would always stand in front of her!
Herta's gaze fell back onto Qi Zhimu's face, not even daring to blink, for fear that this was just a dream too beautiful to be true, and she would wake up in an instant.
His temperament, compared to his previous life, had a significant difference.
Mr. Magician's expression was always one of composed confidence, occasionally appearing aloof.
Brother Mu was always calm and collected, full of noble elegance.
But the Qi Zhimu before her had an extra layer of hardened coldness from experiencing vicissitudes in his brows, as well as the wildness of a ranger.
Yet the silhouette of this face and the distribution of his features were almost carved from the same mold, with a full ninety percent similarity.
Her heart beat wildly in her chest, almost slamming against her ribs.
After several hundred years, rediscovering his existence in such an unheralded accident, her feelings were complex to the extreme.
Indescribable ecstasy continuously washed over Herta's reason, but following it was an uncontrollable fear.
She was afraid of losing him.
The despair of once helplessly watching him stay in the No-Mans Land, like sharp thorns, constantly stabbed into her nerves.
When this person reappeared before her, all her composure collapsed in an instant.
"Lord Zhimu... Brother Mu... Mr. Magician..."
Herta's lips moved slightly, her faint voice carrying suppressed sobs, echoing intermittently in the quiet guest room.
A few murmurs broke through the spatial frequency lock and fell into Qi Zhimu's ears.
Qi Zhimu woke up instantly.
The instinct developed from years of wandering at death's door allowed him to react within 0.1 seconds; his core muscles exerted force, and he sprang up as agilely as a cheetah.
With a faint flash of light, a type of chinese lute was held firmly in his hand, his blade-cold gaze full of killing intent as it quickly swept across the room.
In the next instant, he collided head-on with Herta, who was standing by the bed in a thin nightgown, covered in moisture.
Their eyes met.
Qi Zhimu froze on the spot.
Unknowingly, the a type of chinese lute in his hand quietly slipped away.
Time in this moment seemed to freeze, and even the air stopped flowing.
However, it was only "seemed."
Time did not stop for even a second for this reunited pair, continuing to flow of its own accord.
But both of them were like they had been hit by a pause button, staring at each other motionlessly, trying to find reflections of the past in each other's pupils.
After a long while, the two spoke simultaneously as if they shared a telepathic connection.
"Lord Zhimu... is it you..."
"Little Ta...?"
The moment she heard this name, Herta could no longer restrain herself.
Her figure vanished instantly from the spot, and in the next second, she crashed heavily into Qi Zhimu's embrace.
The massive inertial force directly pounced him down heavily onto the soft large bed.
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