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Seated in the starting room, Su Ming'an had temporarily turned off the live broadcast, opposite him sat Miss Feya, savoring her black tea.
Her movements were graceful, and as she lifted her teacup, he glimpsed the shimmering light in her eyes.
"I have seen many verses about stars in this world," said Feya, her eyelids lowered, "The wandering poets say, 'See that canopy of heaven above? The stars were once there.'"
Su Ming'an drank the tea she brewed.
Her skill was exceptional, almost on par with Lv Shu. Although he wasn't well-versed in such matters, he thought it indeed tasted much better than any tea he had before.
In this world, it seemed she had learned a great deal more.
"So sometimes, I wonder…" Feya spoke, slowly lifting her eyelids, her dark eyes looking at him:
"—In this journey that belongs to you alone, over and over again, could I be your star?"
"How many years has it been this time?" Su Ming'an set down the teacup.
"Nineteen years."