Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 217 The Non-Existent Person (4)

Night falls quickly in the desert; from the moment the sun begins to set, the sky is filled with stars in less than an hour.

Inside the familiar little house, Farusan sat on the edge of the bed and took out the carefully wrapped notebook from her bag.

She gently traced the ink marks on the parchment, silently reciting the story titled "To the Dim Star."

Although every word of the story has been deeply etched into her mind over the years, she still enjoys reading it again and again.

Relentless time, poignant love, but now, this repetitive job has been given a completely new meaning.

What were you feeling as you read this story to me... a "non-existent" travel companion?

If I really forget you, will reading your story again help me remember your face?

Beside the notebook was a Sumeru rose, lying there quietly, its purple petals slightly curled.

The Sumeru Rose cannot survive in the desert, except for a variant that has been artificially infused with pure herbal elements.

Farusan picked up the Sumeru Rose, and even though it had been picked for quite some time, the flower still showed no signs of wilting.

As expected, the time when Xiao Saiba received this batch of seeds was five and a half years ago.

Although she didn't remember what the person who delivered the seeds looked like, it was enough to prove that their suspicions were not unfounded.

Someone actually altered their memories, completely erasing all traces of a person's existence from their lives, and no one suspected it for five years.

In fact, if it weren't for this time when Dixia accidentally uncovered the truth behind the "Mishal" mask...

Farusan felt a chill run down her spine; she couldn't imagine how much longer this secret could remain hidden.

Who exactly altered their memories, and why did the mastermind do this?

She had a bold conjecture: perhaps all of this was inextricably linked to the coup that overturned the entire Sumeru.

The blue-haired girl shouldered her bag, put the Sumeru Rose and notebook back in place, and then turned her gaze to the endless sea of ​​sand in the dark night outside the window.

The task of confirmation has been handed over to those two girls; hopefully, their probing will go smoothly.

Now, she is going to retrace that journey.

Farusan pushed open the door, and before her lay a star-studded night sky and sand dunes lurking in the darkness.

In a daze, she suddenly remembered that five or six years ago, she seemed to have been walking in a similar desert.

The soft soles of the shoes made a gentle sound, and the stars overhead twinkled brightly.

The Eye of God has lit up, and the wind is gentle. Please accompany me on this journey once more, my travel companion.

This time, however, it's to find you.

……

She traversed oases, crossed rolling sand dunes, steep valleys and peaks, and even left her footprints at the tomb of the Red King.

Walking down this road again, the girl, as if possessed, broke off a date from a crooked tree, mashed it into a pulp, mixed it with flour, and then quietly watched it slowly get charred.

The batter is bubbling, and the traditional coconut charcoal pancakes are ready.

"It tastes really good, senior."

Farusan smiled softly as she bit into the dry bread, listening to the sounds of the past carried on the wind.

This isn't very reliable. If she's not mistaken, that guy was probably calling for "sweet girl," right?

If she has the chance to remember you again, she will generously forgive your past rudeness.

She stood up, placed the remaining coconut charcoal cake on a nearby tree stump, and left with her bag.

If a bird snatches the coconut charcoal cake, consider it as if you took it. Remember to tell me how it tastes.

By the way, you'd better think carefully before answering a question about a work that took your senior a lot of time and effort.

The camp is still the same camp. If you see it, come after me, and I'll give you a chance to explain.

Yeah... if you can see this.

Farussan's mood turned heavy. In the worst-case scenario, if her important travel companion were still alive, he probably wouldn't have just disappeared without a trace.

No, she preferred to believe there was still a glimmer of hope.

As they passed through the deep valley, the chill seeped into her thin dress, and Farusan instinctively took out her outer garment and put it on.

In the distance, abandoned buildings lean against the mountainside, their white walls peeling away, creating a desolate and eerie atmosphere.

This is the last destination on this journey. It was here that she saved several mad scholars back then.

Magic Scales Hospital, a vibrant home.

The girl stepped over the dilapidated threshold and entered the abandoned hospital. The creaking wooden planks added to the eeriness of the place.

The empty ward was dark, and the wind here had lost its gentleness; it was cold, like a resentful snake.

Five years ago, this place was sealed off by the disciplinary officials, and it seems that no useful clues were left behind.

Farusan sighed softly, a sense of powerlessness and frustration welling up inside her. In the end, she had returned empty-handed.

She couldn't remember anything about him.

The girl was preparing to leave the courtyard; perhaps she could make some new discoveries back in Sumeru City.

However, as she was leaving, she seemed to have stepped on something, and the sound of shattering glass was very clear in the night.

Broken glass? Or a prism of an energy construct?

Farussan looked down to examine the items, but when she saw the broken pieces, she suddenly froze.

It was a dusty gray hair tie, the glass beads strung on it were broken, but the familiar patterns were still faintly visible.

She felt her blood slowly freeze, then flow backward; no one knew that thing better than her.

The hair tie, a style from a hundred years ago, was one of the few personal items she brought from her original home.

She lost the hair tie during a desert trip five years ago, but she was quite certain that it had already disappeared before she entered the House of Vitality to rescue the mad scholar.

In other words, before that, she had indeed lost a memory, a memory that had happened here.

A dull ache throbbed in her head, and Farusan clutched her forehead, half-squatting on the ground, her face visibly turning pale.

Fragments of memory broke free from their shackles, and scattered words and phrases arose, revealing two figures right here.

"Hehe... This interesting 'experiment' meets the conditions for a transaction; I'll wait and see."

"I hope to be able to trust the character of a scholar."

She was about to see their faces clearly when acrid smoke rose up, and a hazy drowsiness took over her consciousness.

The last fragment shows legs, followed by darkness, and the impact of the memory gradually subsides.

Farusan's forehead was covered in sweat, but it wasn't just because of the impact of long-sealed memories breaking free of their blockage.

Rather, it was because a pair of legs actually appeared in front of her, followed by a smiling crow's beak mask.

The "Doctor" looked at the wary girl in front of him, who was holding a bow and arrow, with his hands behind his back, and suddenly chuckled.

"Don't be nervous, Ms. Farussan."

“I didn’t come here with any nostalgic intentions; it’s just that I have the same purpose as you.”

"memory."

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