After saying this, Yu Jiao suddenly remembered the other person had no memory and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I forgot you don't have memories. You probably don't know what you used to look like, right? Last time I screencap—"

"I know," Yu Li suddenly spoke up.

She revealed the truth directly: "The NPC in the Terror Tower instance was me."

Yu Jiao froze momentarily, though she wasn't particularly surprised inside.

She had previously suspected that Yu Li's soul might have been placed in the instance by the system, turning her into an NPC, with those bodies custom-made by the system.

Bo Jingmo's past relationship with an NPC in the instance also became clearer now.

However, that might truly be the last time she'd see Limu's face...

Thinking this, Yu Jiao's eyes darkened briefly before she suddenly picked up her teacup and drained it in one gulp.

She smiled at the girl, deliberately adopting a carefree tone:

"You look just as good now as before, both absolute beauties."

Well, Limu's soul returning could be considered a homecoming of sorts.

Seeing the smile on the woman's face, Yu Li remained silent for a while before finally responding with a quiet "Mm."

But Yu Jiao still had another question.

After hesitating for a long time, she tentatively asked: "Then... your skill isn't Black Moon anymore?"

She hadn't seen Yu Li use Black Moon in the instance—the other party only used that little shadow figure. Could it be because Black Moon was with Bo Jingmo, forcing Limu's skill to change?

Hearing this, Yu Li raised her hand, and a stream of black mist emerged from her palm—the familiar Black Moon.

"Still have it," she said, looking at Yu Jiao. "Just rarely use it normally."

Yu Jiao stared blankly for a long moment before slowly nodding in understanding.

"After all, if you used this skill, the trouble it would bring definitely wouldn't be minor."

Then, the air inexplicably fell into an eerie silence.

Most of the conversation had been Yu Jiao talking while Yu Li responded.

Yu Jiao didn't want the atmosphere to turn awkward but couldn't think of anything to say now.

She subconsciously clenched the fabric beneath her fingers, racking her brains for a topic when Yu Li suddenly asked: "Does Bai Shaodong know I exist?"

Startled, Yu Jiao quickly shook her head. "No, I... didn't tell him."

The girl nodded slightly at this and smiled. "Thank you."

This polite yet distant interaction made Yu Jiao's heart tighten. She had expected this outcome—aside from Deva standing between them, ten years had passed. Even if Yu Li sat here with Limu's face, they couldn't return to how things were before.

The food in her mouth instantly lost all flavor. After a moment of silence, she suddenly asked: "Yu Li, do you still hate me?"

Hearing this, the girl across from her tilted her head. "Still?"

Yu Jiao pressed her lips together. "I know because of Deva, you don't like me. I know this dislike can't disappear instantly, but can you—"

"Yu Jiao, you seem to have misunderstood something."

The next second, the girl's clear voice rang through the private room, cutting her off abruptly.

"First, I indeed don't like you."

"But I don't hate you either."

Yu Jiao's expression froze as she looked up, meeting those clear, bright fox-like eyes.

The other party curved her eyes, "What I hate is Deva, but tonight, you didn't approach me as Deva's leader, did you?"

Yu Jiao's eyes widened slightly as she tightened her grip on her chopsticks.

When realization struck, she smiled in relief:

"You're right."

This meeting had nothing to do with status or position—she just wanted to see an old friend.

Thinking this, Yu Jiao's tone lightened, her eyes sparkling with bright laughter.

"Yu Li, I've decided to resign from Deva. I'll probably submit my resignation in a few days."

Anyway, she had no financial worries, and the instances no longer suited people like them—this was now the next generation's story.

Even Limu would soon become part of the past.

Hearing this, Yu Li didn't comment, merely raising her teacup in a toast with a smile. "Congratulations on your liberation."

Yu Jiao quickly raised her wine glass too. "Thank you."

But remembering someone else, she grew concerned again: "But Rong Fan... he doesn't seem to want to resign. And could this cause trouble for you? Expose you?"

Yu Li simply shook her head gently.

"Yu Jiao, don't hesitate because of me. Do whatever you want to do."

—'Yu Jiao, I'll leave here someday. Don't consider me when making decisions.'

Similar words from the past surfaced in Yu Jiao's mind. After a brief pause, a thought flashed through her—Yu Li would eventually leave just like Limu did.

She studied Yu Li for several seconds before pressing her lips into a smile when met with a questioning look. "I plan to travel somewhere far after resigning. I've rarely gone out. When I get tired, I'll settle down somewhere."

Yu Li nodded approvingly. "That's a wonderful idea."

She and Bo Jingmo had considered this before, originally planning it for their honeymoon. But they ended up here before even getting married.

Yu Li rubbed her chin, leaning back in her chair. "If you have trouble terminating your contract with the system, I can help."

"No need, I can handle that. Just have to return all these skills and such."

After this conversation, the previously stiff atmosphere between them seemed to gradually thaw. Since Yu Li lacked past memories, Yu Jiao shared some stories from before.

When the time seemed right, Yu Li glanced at her phone. "It's getting late."

Yu Jiao nodded and naturally asked: "I drove here. Need a ride home?"

After sending a message, Yu Li replied: "No need. Bo Jingmo will pick me up."

Not particularly surprised, Yu Jiao responded with an "Okay."

Distractedly picking up her bag to stand, Yu Jiao hesitated for a few seconds before finally speaking softly: "Yu Li, though I know you don't remember... when you leave, could you tell me?"

Last time she didn't get to say goodbye to Limu. At least this time, she didn't want regrets.

Yu Li paused mid-motion without speaking, simply standing and walking over.

Confused, Yu Jiao suddenly felt someone gently cover her eyes.

She instinctively closed them, hearing the girl's soft voice by her ear.

"Yu Jiao, I actually considered extracting your memories to make you forget about Limu."

...Forget?

Yu Jiao frowned in confusion.

When light returned to her vision, she slowly opened her eyes, raising a hand to block the blinding white light.

"You just—"

But when her vision cleared enough to see the woman before her, her pupils constricted instantly. Her entire body trembled as she froze in place.

The woman had classic fox-like eyes, a teardrop mole adding allure to their corners. With a delicate pointed chin, full red lips, and a petite nose, she resembled a classical beauty from an ink painting.

She bore some resemblance to Yu Li yet seemed like a more mature version.

"Thud—"

Her bag fell to the floor.

Yu Jiao's eyes reddened as she desperately covered her mouth, but trembling sobs escaped between her fingers. Tears welled up instantly, rolling down her cheeks.

"You... you actually." Her choked voice had never sounded so fragile and helpless before.

So it wasn't that Limu had become Yu Li.

From beginning to end, it had always been Yu Li.

The woman's eyes curved as she reached out to embrace Yu Jiao gently, speaking softly:

"But then I thought—taking your memories would be unfair to you. When I leave, I might not have time to tell you either."

"Yu Jiao, consider this Limu's farewell to you now. Forget her completely."