Heatham walked slowly down the trail of Serigane, feeling the breeze around him, and his heart was filled with all kinds of feelings. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's been a long time since she's been back to Serrigan, and she hasn't been back to the academy since Twilight Rain kicked her out of Serrigan two years ago.

She looked at the scenery here, it was not much different from when she left two years ago, it was still so green and pleasant, it was still so beautiful and fragrant. The students walked on the cobblestone paths, laughing, talking about their affairs, and feeling the wonderful college - a place where they could spend their youth and where they could express their ambitions.

Of course, this place has a different meaning to Heatham.

This should be her home.

She didn't care if she existed or not, and the moment Sang Zhefeng disappeared in front of her that day, she didn't care about all of this at all—what if she existed or not? Isn't she just living in the moment? Why care about those ethereal things?

She thought a lot, a lot, a lot during the time she lived alone—she was Heatham, she was originally a Sanzhe system, she was made by Twilight Rain, she had her own thoughts, she had her own character, everything was her own, not someone else's, not a forgery—everything was true.

So what self-knowledge does she need? As long as you live, will you be okay soon? Why do you have to think like that, so much so that all this bullshit almost ruined everything.

Heatham stopped, and she breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing what it was like.

She knew what she really was, and she accepted what she really was. She wasn't going to have those boring thoughts anymore.

She looked at the sky, it was not early, the sun was about to set, and the setting sun hung in the sky, emitting an orange-yellow glow, and the whole school was dyed with that faint color.

He's really back.

Heatham thought so.

Then she smiled helplessly and shook her head slightly.

"It doesn't have anything to do with me anymore."

She turned her gaze to the front again, trying to keep walking, but this time her body stiffened.

For she saw two men standing in front of her.

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Sang Zhefeng looked at Heatham in front of him, and at that moment there was a trace of strange feelings in his heart.

The girl in front of her is already different from Twilight, she has become thinner, and her temperament is completely different from Twilight. She stood there, but there was an inexplicable ethereal and sad on her body.

This is no longer the girl in Sang Zhefeng's memory.

For Sang Zhefeng, it had only been a little over a week, but it had all turned out to be very different.

It's very different.

And Sanzhefeng also saw something very profound in Heatham's eyes—those things that Twilight Rain did not have.

What turned out to be just a product of guilt has now completely become a real person - this is no longer the dark side of Sangzhefeng's heart, because from this moment on, she has truly broken away from the "relationship" with Sanzhefeng, and is no longer a product of Sanzhefeng's inner path.

Sang Zhefeng couldn't help but feel a little distracted when he thought of this, he was in a trance for a moment, and then adjusted his Dao state back. Sang Zhefeng smiled and looked at Heatham in front of him, and was about to say something, but Hai Duyu next to her spoke first, "It's been a long time." ”

Heatham looked at the twilight rain and said with a faint smile on his face, "It's been a long time." ”

Sang Zhefeng closed his mouth, and he took it - now he still had to leave it to the twilight rain to deal with.

Although he doesn't know what Twilight will do with Heatham.

Twilight slowly walked in front of Heatham, looked at the girl in front of him carefully, then sighed lightly, was silent for a while, and said, "You...... It's really a big change......"

Heatham sneered and said, "It's okay. ”

Twilight looked at the girl in front of her, and suddenly opened her mouth, just about to say something, but Heatham over there took the first step to speak, "Let's not talk about this for now, did you bring what you promised me?" ”

Heatham said this, and an unfathomable look slowly appeared on his face. On the other side, Sang Zhefeng's eyebrows moved slightly upward, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart.

It seems that there is still some cat between these two people...... Tsk, these two guys can't sign any jumps, right......

Sang Zhefeng thought unreasonably in his head, but for some reason, he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart—as if this matter had something to do with her.

Well...... And this hunch is getting stronger and stronger......

Twilight nodded, then fumbled in her arms, pulled out a dozen pieces of paper, and handed them to Heatham.

Sang Zhefeng looked at it carefully, and suddenly his whole body was shocked—what kind of paper is there! That's a photo!

And why does the person on there look so familiar—it's a little too familiar!

Aren't those pictures of the various clothes I wore when I was in my female form?!

Sang Zhefeng almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood - he had no idea that things would turn out like this - this development was completely beyond the scope of his thoughts!

But the moment Heatham took the photo, his face was obviously abnormally flushed, and Sang Zhefeng felt as if something had gone away with the breeze in the air.

"Ah~What a beautiful boutique~"

Heatham was obviously not quite normal with one hand holding his face, while the other hand held the pictures, his face flushed, and muttered so.

Sanzhefeng had no idea why Heatham felt the way he did.

Sanzhefeng stood there and thought for a moment, feeling that he should stop Heatham's unusual behavior, but he put up with it at the thought that if he did so, Twilight's efforts might be in vain.

But...... He still felt as if he had traded something important for the scene in front of him.

Sang Zhefeng sighed helplessly, he looked at the twilight rain and Heatham in front of him, the two girls were talking and laughing at the photo in their hands, not knowing what they were talking about there.

Forget it, that's fine.

Sang Zhefeng thought so.