Bologue had seen Aimou’s fighting technique before. He didn’t know where she learned it from, but combined with her tough armor, she was incredibly fierce.
"Senior sister, maybe? Sounds like something she could do."
Aimou showed extreme indifference to being tracked. She still had chances to rectify it. As long as she could find a way to cancel the tracking during the next time reversal. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novęlfire.net
Silence fell between the two of them. Aimou had already made her point clear during the fourth time reversal. What she needed now was action, while Bologue was pondering some complex matters.
If he wanted to convince and save Aimou, he would surely expose the fact that his memory was unaffected by time reversal.
Recalling Aimou’s candid confession during the fourth time reversal, if she knew he would remember it all, she would probably be so ashamed she’d strike him directly.
Thoughts of this brought a smile to Bologue’s face. He surprisingly anticipated Aimou’s ashamed look. Even thinking about it brought a twisted pleasure.
Aimou looked at Bologue in confusion. She had long noticed that Bologue had some problems in his head, but she didn’t expect him to act up at such a moment.
Based on what happened during the fourth time reversal, Bologue should have tried to persuade her, failed, and then fought her, right? Why was he smiling to himself instead?
Aimou felt something was amiss, but she couldn’t pinpoint what it was. She couldn’t help but ask.
"What are you smiling about?"
"I thought of something happy."
At this point, Bologue tried hard to control his emotions, to avoid bursting out in laughter.
Aimou no longer wanted to entangle with Bologue. Her mind finally solidified, allowing no interference from anyone.
A faint light emerged around Aimou’s body. She suddenly stood up and assumed a fighting pose, preparing to smash Bologue’s head with a punch.
But at that moment, Bologue crossed his hands and spoke leisurely.
Bologue showed a troubled expression as he advised Aimou, "We’ve fought enough in the last time reversal. Can’t we just sit down and talk peacefully?"
As Bologue continued speaking, the atmosphere shifted from surviving the time reversal to revealing dark secrets.
"Didn’t we end up having a good talk?"
Bologue quickly mimicked Aimou’s words, "Ahem, I’m going to a better place."
Aimou froze, the halo in her eyes slightly expanding. It took her more than ten seconds to react, and for some unknown reason, the bastard in front of her could also retain memory during time reversal.
After a brief panic, Aimou remembered her farewell to Bologue, her exposed heart, unreserved emotions, and Bologue’s now annoying expression.
Aimou became incoherent, clearly showing that she couldn’t maintain a composed enough state to finish a complete sentence.
She stammered, pointing a finger at Bologue, her face showing an expression of anger mixed with delight.
Perhaps it was because her body was exerting too much force, or because Aimou’s emotions were too intense.
Intricate light glimmered on her body surface, her pupils flashed a melting gold-like fire just like the dazzling ribbons during a festival, flickering incessantly.
Aimou covered her face and squatted down immediately.
Her body couldn’t stop trembling, making the frequency of the flickering light speed up, like a bomb about to explode.
Aimou’s chest heaved continuously. She wrapped her hands around her chest, trying to suppress her volcanic emotions. But controlling them seemed too difficult.
Mind Projection overloaded, Constant Motion Core running at full capacity, scorching steam erupted, filling the shop instantaneously.
After a short delay, Bologue saw a shimmering figure floating amidst the steam. Immediately, a hard fist broke through the steam and landed on his face.
With a dull thud, a figure smashed through the glass window, flying out of the dessert shop, breaking a roadside lamppost and exploding a fire hydrant in the process.
Water jets erupted amidst the rain, making Bologue appear as if embedded in the wall.
Aimou’s face was full of shame and resentment, gritting her teeth, her whole body emitting overloaded scorching steam, exuding a murderous aura.
For a split second, Bologue admitted that he realized he had messed up.