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　　TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　Li Yiming frowned as he pulled the heavy suitcase all the way to the student's residence — after trying to call upon his guardian abilities, he realized that they had all disappeared.

　　'Nothing I can do but see where this leads me to. This can't be good news if I'm really trapped in an illusion,' Li Yiming thought as he stared at the window on the left side of the third floor: this was where he had lived for four years.

　　Walking his way to his dorm was a trip down memory lane. Li Yiming pa.s.sed by the cafeteria, whose food he remembered as being incredibly bland but he somehow missed; the self-study cla.s.srooms, which were only packed right before an exam; the library, which was completely empty during the winter but full of "studious" students during the summer, when air conditioning was available; and the small convenience store, with its products always out of stock despite the lack of variety.

　　Going back to the places where he lived as an ordinary college student made Li Yiming wonder about what would happen if he did not go to the top of that building, or if he chose to not believe Mr. Kong and enter Pure Water Herb Hall.

　　'Maybe I'd be a teacher trying my best to make my students love dancing. Maybe I'd be a celebrity, rising to fame with a single ch.o.r.eography, or maybe I'd be living a simple life and enjoying the pleasures it brings… No! If I didn't become a guardian, I wouldn't have been able to understand her feelings… She's always been my side… Liu Meng…' Li Yiming snapped out of his nostalgia.

　　Early autumn in Hangzhou was still warm, and continuous rainfalls knocked down some of the slightly golden leaves from the rows of tree flanking the asphalt road. Li Yiming smiled as he remembered Liu Meng when he first met her; the girl who liked to pinch his neck playfully, kick his leg lightly when she sat behind him in cla.s.s, tell inappropriate jokes, and pretend to be cold and distant with others, only to warm up when they were together.

　　'Old place, old times, but she's…' Li Yiming was about to sigh when someone suddenly jumped in front and pushed him on the chest with all of her strength.

　　Li Yiming was knocked back into the ground from the unexpected blow. His suitcase handle, under the stress, broke earlier than he remembered.

　　"You…" Li Yiming said as he rubbed his chest to alleviate the pain and looked up at the person who pushed him: it was Liu Meng.

　　Liu Meng herself was examining her hand, as if there was something wrong with it.

　　"Okay, let's talk." Li Yiming let out a cough to relieve the pressure and tapped the dust away from his wet pants. He could tell that this was still not the true Liu Meng.

　　"What is this place? What happened to my power?" Liu Meng stared at Li Yiming venomously.