Are you, as meal replacement users, ready for the consequences?

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This should be a shared memory between the two of them.

It's such a strange feeling. Two people who like me are so close... It's uncomfortable. The more I think about it, the more this sheet music seems to bother me.

"Ah... I was thinking of taking one last look last night, but I fell asleep while looking at it and left it on the bed."

Deng tried to explain herself in a flustered manner, but suddenly she had a bad feeling.

If Xiao Ning feels that she is unable to move forward because she is living in the memories of the past, will she... disappoint the person she cherishes?

If disappointment accumulates too much, will Ningzi eventually end up like Xiangzi, completely severing ties with herself...?

Don't go near her anymore...

Okay, that's a really hurtful thing to say...

Deng stammered, trying to continue explaining that Ningzi hadn't noticed Deng's little actions.

Sheet music is not important.

The important thing is the amount of sheet music.

Ningzi still held the lyrics she had written for herself, but...

The sheet music was on the bed, but the lyrics were in a small corner of a box under the bed.

That's the difference, a difference as vast as heaven and earth, one that you can't possibly bridge.

Besides, the sheet music has nothing to do with me...

What does "Spring Shadow" refer to? Look at the lyrics above; each line is so full of emotion, especially the line, "Why are your hands so warm?"

The words were written with a lamp.

So, are the hands in the lyrics Xiangzi's?

"Huh? Why are you explaining all this? I'm just feeling nostalgic."

Ningzi tilted her head gently and smiled brightly.

Don't know why.

Deng sensed that behind Ningzi's smile lay another complex emotion.

She couldn't see through it.

Ch66. Let the lamps replace the shadows of spring!

“Tomorin…”

Ningzi smiled and knelt on the ground, looking straight at the lamp.

It felt like there were magpies crawling in my eyes, gliding from the corner of my left eye all the way to the socket of my right eye, making my eyes blink incessantly.

"Ne?"

Toyokawa Ningko's skirt was a little wrinkled, a result of her not taking it off completely before getting into bed.

If the skirt weren't so long, perhaps the lights could have revealed some of its beauty from the front.

"Little Lamp, do you like the song 'Spring Shadow'?"

"I like…"

"That's not right, this answer is wrong."

Ningzi shook her head with a smile, displeased with Deng's answer.

You can like it, but is this liking for the music itself, or is it because of something behind it?

You say you like it? Do you like the original inspiration for this song, do you like Shoko Toyokawa, or do you like your former band Crychic?

You make it sound so easy, that you can solve my distress in a simple and pleasant way without taking any responsibility.

But Toyokawa Ningko didn't like this answer.

Let's elaborate a bit more, don't drag out the last word... or you can just say you don't like it.

Ningzi rolled the sheet music into a tube shape and gently tapped it against her palm like a pointer.

"this…"

Akari wanted to stop Ningzi from destroying the sheet music, but she realized that the sheet music belonged to the Toyokawa sisters rather than to her.

It's just that Xiangzi gave it to me, and I actually felt that I could possess it, to the point that I felt a little reluctant when the original owner took it.

Takamatsu, you've really gone too far.

"Is there...is there something wrong with this?"

After thinking for a long time, Gao Songdeng still couldn't figure out what Ningzi meant by "wrong," and he was so ashamed that he didn't dare to look up.

Ningzi isn't angry, is she?

"Actually, it's not that it's wrong, Xiaodeng. I just think that works that are full of memories should be stored and protected."

"Storage? Protection?"

"uh-huh."

Ningzi crossed her arms and used the sheet music to cover half of her face.

A pair of pure, bright amber eyes looked at Takamatsu Teng with a smile.

Your answer is as ridiculous as your past, and as vague as your past, but that's okay.

I will still forgive your rudeness... I will take your vague cover-up of the past as the "bridal veil" that I should lift.

Once your veil is lifted, I think I'll be able to win your favor even more.

"Think about it, Little Lamp. What will happen if we just stay stuck in our past works and can't break free?"

After a moment's thought, Deng suddenly felt as if he understood Ningzi's meaning.

"The consequences! Maybe we won't be able to create any new works... Is that right?"

"So smart! You're such a smart baby!"

Ningzi tossed the sheet music aside, just like a fisherman baiting his fishing spot.

Press your hands firmly on the lamp's shoulders, and use your thigh muscles to transition from a duck-sitting position to a kneeling position.

Ningzi, now much taller than the lamp, looked down at the other person, using the little penguin's head as a tray to support her own heart.

"It feels so heavy."

"This is a reward for a smart child, and I really like the little lamp now."

I didn't like the old-fashioned little lamp.

Because the Takamatsu lanterns of the past belonged to others; they were lanterns that created beautiful and sad memories with others.

Those memories don't include me; the little lamp that has such memories isn't a good child.

That was the bad boy, Takamatsu Akari, not the Takamatsu Akari I wanted to see. The one before me, however, was the Takamatsu Akari who was creating beautiful memories with me.

I like it... I really like it, I really, really like it...

With her hands now wrapped around the head of the lamp, Takamatsu lamp was thus plunged into a terrifying situation of darkness and softness before her eyes.

"Well…"

"Little lamp, we don't need 'Spring Shadow' or anything like that anymore."

"Don't you need it anymore?"

"That's right. Think about it. The movie you were watching until last night, 'Spring Shadows,' isn't it a product of the old era? You probably don't need it anymore. If you want to innovate, you need to break down and discard these things."

"Break it!"

The pronunciation of "lamp" was somewhat muffled; Ningzi could only clearly hear a few words.

Tsk, he can't even speak a complete sentence with his lips pressed against his lower abdomen. If he ever gets to eat his own steamed buns, he'll choke to death.

A useless but playful little penguin.

“I’m so happy to receive lyrics written by Deng today. It’s been so long since I’ve seen Deng write lyrics for me.”

"When I saw it again, I even felt that I had completed a transformation. Can the lamp understand what I mean?"

Ningzi let go of the light, withdrew the brainwave and the navel kiss, and when the pressure on the back of her head was also withdrawn, Takamatsu Light, who had escaped the triple oppression, finally saw the light again.

Ningzi's actions were like a bewitching potion, causing Gao Songdeng's thoughts to dissipate.

In the end, the penguin's brain completely lost its ability to think.

"Doesn't the lamp realize that this is a trial?"

"Wh...what? A trial? What...trial?"

It felt like tiny mosquito coils were swirling in his eyes. Gao Songdeng, still half-asleep, vaguely grasped a few keywords.

"Yeah, I always feel that one can't dwell on the past forever and wait for time to drown you..."

"So what we need is to let go of the past and embrace new things. I think this is a trial, Little Lamp."

Knees collided with each other, and Ningzi could feel Gaosong Deng's delicate body trembling.

Excellent, that's the kind of reaction I want. Amidst all the confusing and grandiose viewpoints, let them be convinced by me and then take my shape... Takamatsu Akari!

You don't need to care about other people and things anymore.

"[Accepting to create new music] is a trial, a trial that allows us to overcome our past selves. Only by overcoming that naive past can a person grow. Hmm, you won't let me down, will you, Little Lamp?"

"I! I won't let Ningzi down!"

Takamatsu felt that Toyokawa Ningko's words made a lot of sense.

No wonder Ningzi had such a strange expression when she saw the sheet music for "Spring Shadow"... It turns out she was disgusted that she was living in her childish past!

I...I can't let Xiaoning down! I want to be with Xiaoning forever! I want to be like Xiaoning...

Pass this trial!

"With new lyrics and my involvement, we can definitely create a new song that belongs to us."

Holding the lamp tightly in her small hand, Toyokawa Ningko said to it very solemnly:

"Use those words that Deng showed me earlier to write a piece that can replace 'Spring Shadow.' You can definitely do it, Deng!"

"Uh-huh!"

Ch67. So Lixi took that hand.

The inescapable time of twilight.

From that day on, Shiina Tatsuki felt aversion to the time before nightfall.

She often experiences discomfort and pain when watching the sunset, similar to an allergic reaction; on several severe days, she even feels suffocated.

If possible, please delete this unnecessary time period, so that daytime directly becomes nighttime.

Intervals and transitions... are no longer needed.

"I overslept again."

Lixi rubbed her reddened forehead and walked unsteadily down the street, passing by migrant workers on their way home from get off work and housewives returning from grocery shopping.

The Bluetooth earphones that Lixi carries with her are now low on battery due to working overtime all day. But she still wears them, using them as a shield against background noise.

It just doesn't have much effect.

"I feel increasingly disoriented and confused..."

Last night, after being summoned for questioning and revealing everything she knew to Toyokawa Shoko, Shiina Tatsuki was asked the question she had been most looking forward to, most saddened by, and also the one that caused her the most pain.

"I did it..."

It was indeed all Toyokawa Ningko's fault in this matter.

Another sleepless night, followed by another day of catching up on sleep.

Despite living in Tokyo, Shiina Tatsuki feels as if she is living in Los Santos, thousands of miles away, experiencing a blurring of day and night.

Now she has to take the tram to Ring, and the leave she got from her boss has expired... But the person is kind-hearted, showing such concern for a female high school student who is working part-time.

I'm so tired... I might as well quit my job and go home to be my sister's sidekick, maybe even join the school's brass band like she did.

My own life...