Chapter 32: The Secret Language of the Strong.

Although the words had been spoken, Mu Xiaowei felt deeply conflicted.

Yesterday afternoon, she had witnessed an unbelievable scene with her own eyes: a small bottle of Yunnan Baiyao in her palm had twisted, deformed, and vanished into thin air without a sound. It was the kind of magical disappearance that defied logic—a distortion that left no trace behind. It felt as if a stunt from a televised magic show had suddenly manifested in reality. The tactile sensation of the bottle held tightly in her hand was still fresh in her memory, yet it was gone, leaving nothing behind.

Mu Xiaowei knew very well that she couldn't perform magic, nor had she ever intended to make Su Yi’s medication disappear. At the time, she had felt dizzy and bewildered, assuming it was just some strange accident.

However, after returning home, something similar happened again.

She had been sitting at her desk, messaging Su Yi to ask about his condition. When she hadn't received a reply by eight o'clock, she thought about going to his house to check on him. The moment this thought crossed her mind, her phone—just like the medicine bottle—twisted, deformed, and vanished in an instant. If the first incident had been too sudden for her to react or observe clearly, this time she had witnessed the entire process. She had searched every corner of her room, under the desk, and even the crevices beneath her bed, but found nothing.

It was then that Mu Xiaowei realized the disappearance of the bottle had been no accident.

She couldn't believe such bizarre events were happening to her. In her state of distress, she couldn't help but think of the boy who had attacked her—the one with the strength to crush a steel railing. She hadn't slept a wink all night, her mind a chaotic swirl of thoughts, with images of Su Yi constantly surfacing. This morning, she didn't know what came over her, but when she passed the breakfast shop, she couldn't help but buy him a meal.

Although she knew Su Yi might not dislike her, this was the first time she had ever brought him breakfast in front of so many people. The more she thought about it, the more she felt like curling her toes in embarrassment, a sensation like a soft cat’s tail brushing against her heart. It was an uncontrollable feeling.

Coupled with the moment just now, when the spilled soy milk had hovered in the air for a second—a phenomenon she had clearly seen—she became increasingly convinced that these supernatural occurrences were linked to her. A sense of panic, like vines constricting her body, took hold as she realized she was losing control over her own reality.

As for Su Yi, who had witnessed the struggle yesterday, he had been beaten quite badly and hadn't shown any strange behavior. It definitely wasn't him. The more she thought, the more uneasy she felt. She desperately wanted to confide in someone.

"Su Yi, are... are you listening?" Seeing Su Yi looking blankly ahead, Mu Xiaowei couldn't help but ask.

"Hmm?"

"What are you thinking about?"

***

Su Yi blinked, his gaze refocusing, and he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "I was thinking about what you looked like in my memory... to be honest, I can't quite recall."

"..."

"..."

A long silence followed. This cold, distant feeling was exactly the same as before. Mu Xiaowei felt a lump in her throat and a hollow emptiness in her chest; the words she had intended to say were swallowed back. She pouted unconsciously and silently pulled a tissue from her pocket to wipe the spilled soy milk off the table and floor.

Even while wiping, she couldn't help but cast a sorrowful, fleeting glance at Su Yi. He looked relaxed, his eyes hazy as if he were drowsy and about to drift off to sleep. He seemed completely unbothered by the fact that the soy milk had just been floating in mid-air...

Little did she know, Su Yi’s mind was in total disarray. It was as if countless tiny versions of himself were holding a heated committee meeting, arguing fiercely and slamming tables to voice their conflicting opinions.

First of all, he hadn't been lying; his memories of Mu Xiaowei were indeed blurry. His brain could retrieve very little clear information because, after all, quite a lot of time had passed.

Secondly, the remark "I’ve become different from what you remember" carried immense weight.

*Different? How different?*

It sounded suspiciously like those classic tropes: "The act is over, I’m actually a billionaire," or "I’m a powerhouse returned from another world, and I can see that you have an invisible girl by your side, just as I can tell your body has been modified and is no longer human."

Before his previous transmigrations, Su Yi might have taken that as a joke. But now, it was a time of frequent superpower awakenings and global instability. Having transmigrated twice, Su Yi never considered himself the "chosen one" or the only one. With over seven billion people on Blue Star, it wasn't impossible for someone else to have returned with great power. The world around them wasn't necessarily just a wasteland; there could be higher-dimensional worlds.

While the probability was extremely low—and the chance of two people who had transmigrated twice ending up in the same class was even lower—it was still a possibility. Even if the odds were 0.000000001%, Mu Xiaowei could potentially be a returnee.

If that were the case, was she trying to intimidate him? Was she hinting that even if she revealed her identity, she wouldn't be in any danger? It would be like the scene in *Death Note* where L openly challenges Light Yagami, revealing his identity to his face, knowing the other party wouldn't dare do a thing. It was a sign of absolute confidence.

Of course, he couldn't rule out the possibility that the floating soy milk had led Mu Xiaowei to believe she had awakened her own powers. But that was unlikely; what normal person would immediately assume such a thing was related to them? Only someone with "chunibyo" (delusional syndrome) would attribute supernatural events or the end of the world to themselves.

Most importantly, if she really had awakened powers, why would she tell him? Shouldn't such a secret be kept under wraps? If it were Su Yi, he wouldn't tell anyone he didn't trust implicitly. He hadn't even revealed a single word of his own situation to Roxy, who was with him day and night.

Did Mu Xiaowei trust him that much?

Su Yi fell into deep thought. No puzzle or headache-inducing event was as difficult as trying to fathom the human heart; it was a subjective matter with no clear answer.

*Wait... no, that’s not right.*

It didn't necessarily have to be intimidation. Su Yi glanced at the soy milk, and another thought emerged. Mu Xiaowei had bought him breakfast today; perhaps it held a different meaning, like a gesture of goodwill or a desire to form an alliance. She had never brought him things in front of so many people before.

That was likely it. Mu Xiaowei must have realized that there were many watchers around, and like him, she wanted to resist them. That was why she had been keeping such a low profile, resorting to these subtle hints.

Everything made sense now. That was why she had been saying those strange things.

Honestly, relying solely on his and Roxy's strength was too insignificant on Blue Star. They were fighting against the established social order and various powerful organizations. Su Yi needed allies. If Mu Xiaowei was like him, this was like being handed a pillow when you're tired, food when you're hungry, or pulling a top-tier item when you're just trying to play a game.

He decided to take a risk and drop a hint to see if she wanted to form an alliance, to see if his guess was correct. He had to be subtle, though, to avoid exposing himself if he was wrong.

"Xiaowei!"

Hearing Su Yi call her name with such gravity, Mu Xiaowei paused her cleaning and looked up, only to find him staring intensely at her.

"Wh-what is it?" Mu Xiaowei felt a bit shy, confused by his sudden shift in attitude. Her mind was in a whirl; she didn't know what he would say or how he would react, and she felt incredibly nervous.

*Ring—ring—ring—*

The ambient noise began to die down. He couldn't wait any longer.

Su Yi cleared his throat and gave her a look that said, *I understand everything.* Under her shy gaze, he leaned close to her ear and said in a calm, magnetic, and slow voice:

"Tomorrow’s breakfast—it's on me."

"..."