The originally warm atmosphere dissipated in an instant.
At this moment, Little Mo snapped back to her senses. After a brief hesitation, she chose to break free from her mother's embrace. Mo Qing felt a bit upset as her arms became empty, but noticing her daughter's slightly reddened ears, she suddenly found it quite amusing.
Little Mo couldn't help but feel embarrassed. How could she have let her guard down for even a second? But that warm embrace just now... her cheeks flushed at the thought.
Forget it, just this once! I must never let my guard down so easily again! Speaking of which, did Old Meng remember some past events after he woke up earlier?
"Ahem... Alright, let's give the child some space. Come, Little Mo, I'll take you to your room." It was Father Ye who took the initiative to change the subject.
"I'll take my sister there," Acheron suddenly volunteered, feeling as though she had accidentally spoiled the mood just now.
"Alright, Little Mo's room is the one we prepared earlier." Father Ye didn't refuse, thinking it was a good opportunity for them to get to know each other.
Acheron then led Little Mo to the corresponding room. Little Mo followed her inside. Aside from some daily necessities, many items dotted the interior like stars. There was no doubt that this room had been meticulously cleaned and organized. It seemed her parents really did care about her.
While Little Mo was sizing up the room, Acheron suddenly spoke.
"Mom and Dad cleaned this room every two or three weeks and prepared various items every year. I once asked who the room belonged to, but they only remained silent."
Acheron's voice suddenly paused for a moment.
"I, too, was once kept in someone's heart. Those insignificant moments, when looking back, always mean more than ten thousand words. Don't let pain dictate your thoughts. Maintain your true self; only then can you walk on the right path."
Acheron's tone was calm and profound, yet it carried a sense of warmth and a trace of hard-to-detect sadness.
Little Mo's pupils shrank violently, and her body trembled slightly. She bit her lower lip and turned back stiffly, but behind her was only the half-closed door. Acheron had already left.
After a moment of daze, she finally stepped forward and tremblingly closed the door gently. Afterward, Little Mo didn't even bother to turn on the light and flopped onto the bed without regard for her image, her slender arm lightly covering her forehead.
Little Mo's first sensation was like falling into a soft cloud, or being caressed by a gentle spring breeze. It was so soft, so comfortable. No need to be constantly tense, no need to be on edge—this was a long-awaited peace of mind. However, her gaze gradually grew deep as she watched the few rays of light filtering in from the window.
'Thinking deeply about it, was Acheron implying something with her words just now? Or was it just a coincidence?'
'An ice-cold sister who lost her memories... yet she seems to see through my secrets.'
'A coincidence? Or is Acheron actually not as simple as she appears on the surface?'
'Acheron's words also seemed to reveal her own past. Has she remembered something?'
"Master? Master, are you there?"
After calling out a few times without a response, Little Mo simply spread her hands and stopped worrying about the matter... A moment later, she suddenly looked around the room again. Several cute dolls and pillows of various sizes lay scattered across the bed. Through the half-open wardrobe, many exquisite clothes could be seen, and there was even a computer on the desk.
Little Mo's gaze swept over every detail of the room's arrangement. The room was clean and tidy, without a single trace of time's passage. Every detail was arranged with great care, and her heart couldn't help but be touched. Even though she had returned for a second life, Little Mo did not want to become cold-hearted.
Acheron's calm words unconsciously surfaced in her mind, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself.
"Then I hope the path I've chosen is the right one."
At this moment, Acheron had formed a preliminary impression in Little Mo's heart—Beneath that seemingly cold exterior, there appeared to be a warm heart... "Thank you."
On the other side, Acheron, completely unaware of what had happened, had just returned to her own room.
"Mm." Father Ye nodded slightly; he had originally followed quietly out of concern that Acheron might lead her to the wrong room. The good news was that Acheron hadn't found the wrong room for her sister; the bad news was that Acheron had turned around and ended up at their room again. He shook his head and went straight downstairs, not wanting to disturb Acheron's private space.
After watching her father leave, she finally returned to her own room as she had wished. Acheron leaned against the window sill, her eyes burning as she gazed out at the gloomy sky.
"Dreams originally have no meaning. What gives them meaning is the underlying color of life."
Acheron muttered words that even she felt confused by. Her heart, which had been silent for years, became exceptionally active today. Then, Acheron's gaze fell upon a set of clothes in the corner of the wardrobe... A moment later, Acheron changed into a short-sleeved shirt and hot pants. The outfit was primarily purple, complementing her purple hair and eyes, perfectly showcasing her exquisite figure.
The white kimono sleeves were painted with a red demon pattern, the cuffs decorated with ghost-fire motifs, the belt buckle was shaped like a spine, and the fabric was printed with cloud-thunder and snake-bone patterns. The gloves were wrapped with snake patterns and shackles, and the sharp-nailed design added a cold and sharp temperament.
This was the clothing she wore when she first arrived in this world. Because of its strange and different style, she rarely wore it. No matter how many years had passed, it always seems to fit her prefectly. Recalling the experiences of this short moment made even Acheron sigh with emotion.
'In this life, I'm once again without biological parents. Although I had long suspected it, it was never confirmed and no one mentioned it, but now it's finally clear.'
'Fortunately, my adoptive parents didn't pull any tricks like in those novels. At least my leisurely life as a rich second generation is still...'
"Sigh."
Acheron sighed softly, her gaze becoming deep once more. Little Mo's figure appeared in her mind. Those words earlier were not just to get closer to her sister, but also to help her parents ease the relationship. But more than that, it was a spontaneous feeling.
The physical fitness of this life's body was even better than when she was a grown man in her previous life, and currently, the most prominent aspect was her five senses. This even allowed her to frequently notice things that ordinary people couldn't. Therefore, when Acheron first saw Little Mo, she actually had a strange illusion. The person in front of her didn't seem to be Little Mo herself, yet she was also 'Little Mo'.
Acheron's intuition told her that this sister was not simple, and that beneath her logically sound words, some secret was hidden. However... since Little Mo was now her sister, there was no need to look too deeply into all this. But sensing the other's emotions—joy, embarrassment, vigilance, and hidden fear. Although she didn't know what Little Mo had experienced in the past, and she wouldn't stop her from doing anything, she couldn't bear to see her gradually go astray on an unknown path. She only hoped her sister would be willing to listen to her advice...
Knock knock!
Little Mo went downstairs to the living room, where a concerned voice reached her.
"How do you feel, child? If there's anything you're not satisfied with about the room, just tell us."
Little Mo saw that it was Mother Ye sitting on the living room sofa, and while Father Ye didn't speak, he also cast an inquiring gaze.
"It's fine, I like it very much... Thank you," Little Mo answered in a soft tone.
Sensing that their daughter's tone was not as distant as it was at first, the parents suddenly felt incredibly happy.
"It's good that you like it. If you have any needs, just tell us."
Mo Qing's tone was like a cheerful bird, lightening up along with her mood. Combined with her appearance, which had hardly been eroded by time, it was likely no one would guess that this beautiful woman was already a wife. As for Ye Guizhou, he appeared much more composed, as if he didn't care at all—provided one ignored the slight upward curve of his lips.
Knock knock!
Another set of footsteps approached, and Acheron's figure appeared in everyone's sight. Besides Father and Mother Ye, Little Mo also stared at the current Acheron with slight surprise. This outfit, which leaned towards a 2D anime style, didn't affect Acheron's temperament at all; instead, it fully brought out her naturally cold and abstinent aura.
After all, although she didn't wear these clothes often, she did wear them occasionally. Acheron felt no discomfort and calmly greeted her parents.
"I'm going out to buy some things."