Bai Zhou's body fell with a thud, the rising rock barrier shattered, and the empty Opera Hall quieted down.

Xu Xiaoyou observed the chaotic scene around her, knowing that the security power of the Dream of the Ocean and the remaining Cleaners of the Special Sixth Class would soon arrive.

The grand performance had concluded, but there were still things she needed to do before the actors exited the stage.

Xu Xiaoyou flipped her hand, and colorful dyes roiled upwards, those were Bai Zhou's memories. Light shone onto these mixed dyes, refracting scenes like a movie of everything that happened in the Opera Hall that night.

She extracted some dye, leaving only a few fragmented scenes, and then pushed the monochromatic, modified memories back into Bai Zhou's head.

Afterwards, she used "Concealing Traces" to erase all evidence of her existence from the venue.

Having done all this, just as Xu Xiaoyou was about to leave, she noticed a gaze fall upon her.

Turning her head, she saw a familiar figure from the past.

Angelina stood quietly at a distance, looking at her. Across hundreds of meters and through masks, their eyes met. The lance was still stained with the girl's blood; the other was seriously injured, as the slow healing speed clearly showed. The wound on her abdomen was still oozing blood, nearly soaking through her clothing.

The other was already taller than her, with a face where tenderness had been replaced by determination, and eyes that were only filled with fatigue and numbness, like a soulless shell walking the earth. Did the other truly recognize her, or was she just finding her vaguely familiar, struggling to recall who this person was?

In those memories that were so long for the girl, she herself might have been forgotten, like an insignificant speck of dust.

Was that outfit the other's Divine Gift?

In a daze, it seemed as though she once again saw that small figure circling around her, hoping she would pat her head, crying while hoping she wouldn't leave, saying how obedient and well-behaved she would be.

What was the other thinking now?

No one spoke, breaking the peaceful silence. The rising white smoke gradually reached Xu Xiaoyou's shoulders, and then her lower face, as her figure finally disappeared into the smoke. Angelina also slowly turned and left; before the people from the Special Sixth Class reacted to seal off the Opera Layer.

Not knowing whether to feel fortunate or troubled, Angelina hadn't forgotten her. Xu Xiaoyou knew the other had learned all the truth, and perhaps their next meeting would not be so peaceful.

...

The next day at noon.

In the room, a one-foot round window captured the entire coastal view, as the clock ticked by.

The cruise ship had docked three hours earlier, and the weather outside was nice. After a night of strong winds and waves, the sky was clear and blue. On this island hundreds of kilometers away from the Star of Art, seabirds called and soared, people played beach volleyball on the shore, floated with swim rings like ducklings on the waves, or lay sunbathing without the need for sunscreen; because Yaoxing's essence was simply the distant starry sky's gaze; what maintained the lush growth of vegetation in this region was the climate device grandly built by the Withered Flower family on the island.

Tang Xin came to the door and knocked: "Are you up, You?"

A slightly weak voice came from inside, the door was opened, and she saw Xu Xiaoyou, who didn't look very well, appearing as if she had a fever, somewhat feeble.

"Is it..."

"Couldn't adapt over the sea, perhaps water-soil acclimatization," Xu Xiaoyou said casually.

Tang Xin didn't believe those words, having heard the crew talking during breakfast about something happening on the Opera Layer last night, and how the entire Opera Layer was sealed off in the morning, with the external reason given as equipment maintenance.

She also thought about how Xu Xiaoyou had suddenly texted her last night, asking her to turn on the auxiliary boost, making it hard to imagine what she did behind her back.

To her, as long as she was under this sky, even if Xu Xiaoyou was at the Star of Art at that moment, hundreds of kilometers away, she could still resonate with the starry sky and bestow blessings upon her.

Xu Xiaoyou let Tang Xin into the cabin, which was a mess, with clothes thrown everywhere and the bedding wet with sweat. The open suitcase on the floor made the area a disaster zone, with empty energy drink bottles rolling around, in close contact with expensive dresses, T-shirts, and underwear, faintly revealing stains on them.

She had a high fever last night, and before the battle, she had hoped to draw the Hundred-sided Dice to try her luck, but ended up drawing a weak negative effect, leading to a fever that almost knocked her out in the middle of the night, which only subsided by noon.

Already weak, her condition was exacerbated by the turmoil of last night's battle. When Tang Xin saw Xu Xiaoyou's hand trembling almost unnoticeably upon taking the sandwich, she couldn't help but laugh.

"It's hard to imagine what you were up to last night."

"I brought you breakfast, a chicken sandwich and milk. Is it not great to drink milk when sick?"

Saying this, Tang Xin confiscated the bagged milk right in front of Xu Xiaoyou.

"Don't really treat me like a patient," Xu Xiaoyou said helplessly.

"Later, go to the 'Spring of the Gods' hotel downstairs, I'll be there soon."

Eating the sandwich, Xu Xiaoyou said casually,

"The guest star of the new issue of the 'Paranormal Explorer' variety show, the audience is looking forward to your appearance."

Tang Xin furrowed her brow: "Why are you only telling me this now? And weren't we just supposed to be on vacation?"

"The capable do more work," Xu Xiaoyou said vaguely. "I wasn't willing either, but that director knows Purier, the business giant in cosmetics from the Withered Flower family, so I owed a favor, perhaps..."

"It's always like this, never discussing anything with me beforehand, starting with last night's family ball and a bunch of things, then the morning concert, and in the afternoon asking me to attend a variety show, only casually instructing me after it already happened."

"Suit yourself, whatever makes you happy."

Watching Tang Xin leave the door, Xu Xiaoyou looked up. It was the first time the other had shown such annoyance in front of her, she seemed truly upset.

She thought about it and emailed the variety show director through the curtain. If Tang Xin really didn't want to, they could cancel the special guest segment of this issue of Paranormal Explorer.

After recuperating, she also left the Dream of the Ocean cruise ship and boarded the island.

Meanwhile, in one of the upper deck cabins, along a passage to the VIP cabins, a Cleaner diligently mopped every corner. The guests on this floor were not to be offended; each of them was a big shot within a family, a titan of some field.

In her impression, wealthy people like these couldn't tolerate any grievances, especially when dealing with those below them, like laborers. They would be particularly difficult, and if they saw any stains on the corridor, she might not even be able to keep her job.

She didn't dislike the feeling of cleaning, as thoroughly cleaning the stains gave her a peculiar sense of satisfaction, and she couldn't help but hum a little tune.

Suddenly, she noticed a figure appearing in front of her, and when she looked up in surprise, she found it was a man, wearing a long coat and wrapped tightly despite the hot, dry weather of the island.

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