Bronya. Adrift for half a lifetime.
Ever since she could remember, she had never had a fixed place to live, always displaced and wandering. She had grown accustomed to this life, but it was just… "accustomed."
The word "home" was a distant concept for Bronya. It wasn't that she had never hoped for one, but rather that she didn't dare to even think about it.
Even such a small, insignificant wish was too much of a luxury for Bronya.
But there, on the unreachable "other side of the world," she had experienced the warmth of a "home," felt the comfort of a family.
What was once an ethereal concept became tangible the moment she accepted her husband.
Bronya lowered her head, staring blankly at her crimson toenails. The scarlet nails reflected a crystalline luster, so brilliant and eye-catching, possessing an incomparably strong sense of presence.
She was certain it wasn't a dream, nor was it her fantasy…
He, her husband, and that home filled with beauty, must exist somewhere.
But she couldn't find it.
Bronya… couldn't go back.
At first, when she couldn't "return," she didn't think it was a big deal. There was just a little… nostalgia? But that feeling was like a mild poison, circulating throughout her body with her blood.
Bronya gradually grew anxious, so agitated she couldn't sleep.
Until now, it felt as if a hole had been carved out of her heart. A deep, blue void that could never be filled, no matter what she did.
Only then did Bronya realize just how important her "home" and her husband had become to her.
And yet, she couldn't go back.
Bronya was alone once more.
The young girl hugged her knees, her gaze unfocused as she stared at the moonless night sky. The sky was profoundly dark, a blackness that seemed poised to devour one's very soul.
But Bronya found it pleasant. It was quiet, like the deep sea.
In the past, whenever the night grew late and still, Bronya would reminisce about her time with Seele at the orphanage. It was simple, but it was happy.
But now, the smiling face of her "husband" was added to those memories.
Hm? Husband? My love… speaking of which, what was my love's name…?
Bronya couldn't remember.
Had she forgotten?
The girl's entire body went rigid. A sudden terror washed over her.
She was afraid. Afraid that one day, she might even forget her husband's very existence.
At least… at the very least… I don't want to lose that precious, heartwarming memory.
"Bronya." A worried voice called out from the darkness.
Lifting her head, she saw two slender silhouettes, their sexy curves outlined against the night. The melancholic Bronya was in no mood for such distractions, but the two people who appeared before her were just that captivating.
So much so that Bronya was momentarily stunned before she spoke in a daze, "Mei-neechan… Kiana…"
"Bronya, did someone bully you?! This young lady will get revenge for you! I'm super strong now, you know, super-duper strong!" Kiana said, rolling up her sleeves.
After all, Bronya truly looked like a rag that had been used, abused, and then abandoned in the pouring rain by some scumbag.
Bronya: "..."
Mei walked over to Banya, gently taking her hand and gazing at her tenderly. "Bronya."
"…Mei-neechan." Feeling the warmth from Mei's palm, Bronya's cold expression began to melt.
"Can you tell us about it?"
"..." Bronya opened her mouth, then lowered her head again, her voice like a whisper. "…The Bronya doesn't know how to explain it."
Seeing Bronya speak, Mei squeezed her hand tighter and gave her an encouraging look… a method she had learned from Ye Feng.
Whenever Ye Feng wanted Mei to do something embarrassing, he would "encourage" her just like this. Though, the place he squeezed was a little different.
"Actually… the Bronya doesn't understand either… Um, please don't laugh at the Bronya…"
Bronya slowly recounted the events that had happened in her "dream." Her husband, her company, the globally popular game they made together, the hardships they overcame together…
After listening to Bronya's story, even though she had skipped at least half of the details, Mei and Kiana understood.
The two looked at each other. This feeling… it was a bit similar to "Ye Feng's world."
Transported to the future? A husband? A loving relationship? A warm home?
The three of them fell silent at the same time. The atmosphere instantly became somewhat ambiguous.
Unnatural expressions appeared on both Kiana and Mei's faces.
However…
"Ye Feng?" Bronya's eyes were wide with confusion. She had no memory of that name.
And that was indeed the case. In the [Script], Bronya had never once called Ye Feng by his name. Furthermore, there were no NPCs or anything of the sort; she had been transported to the "future," where everything felt incredibly real.
Kiana and Mei simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.
Mei tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said, "If that world really exists…"
"Perhaps that guy Ye Feng would know something about it," Kiana added.
A light flickered in Bronya's eyes. That's right, Kiana and the others had experienced something similar. Maybe there was a clue!
"Just leave it to us."
"Mhm, we'll definitely find Bronya's husband."
---o---
"Oh, you're talking about Bronya's situation. I do know a little something about it." Ye Feng looked at the two pairs of big, sparkling eyes before him and couldn't help but smile.
"That's great! I knew you'd know something, Feng-kun," Mei said, happily clasping her hands together. Kiana, meanwhile, brought over a bottle of ice-cold Coke and tilted her head back to chug it.
—We can finally give Bronya an answer.
Mei quickly pressed on, "Bronya can't go back now. Do you know why, Feng-kun?"
"I do."
"What is it?"
"I can't tell you right now."
"Eh? Why not?!" Mei was baffled.
Pffft—
The Coke Kiana had just brought to her throat sprayed out before she could swallow. She had clearly been caught off guard by Ye Feng's words.
"Cough, cough, cough! You bastard… cough, cough—I hate it when people only tell half the story, nyan."
Hm? Nyan?
Mei looked at Kiana strangely. Come to think of it, she had been a little curious about the cat ears on Kiana's head for a while now. But because of Bronya's situation, Mei had set the thought aside.
Seeing Mei's gaze, Kiana immediately looked away guiltily. She really didn't want Mei to misunderstand that she and this dog-bastard Ye Feng were engaged in some kind of weird role-play.
Then her eyes met Ye Feng's. His gaze was suggestive, and he was still smiling as he said, "I understand Chong Chong, you know."
Kiana understood in a second—Ye Feng had already done the same thing to her several times, doing things only halfway and leaving her hanging. It was unbearably frustrating.