Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva
Chapter 868 - 55 Wandering Lone Ying_2

The urban night sky is not completely dark, with neon lights reflecting faintly, casting a dim blue-grey glow inside the room.

Her fingers gently brushed over the glass, Tilan could see her faint fingerprints on the clear glass.

The tips of her fingers felt cool, and in the darkness, her breaths became more audible as she lightly pressed her fingers against her chest, feeling her heartbeat.

She is not an all-knowing divine being; being a mortal with her own growth experiences and perceptions, she also has her own preferences and likes.

Turning around, she leans her back against the floor-to-ceiling windows and closes her eyes to reflect on her life and her feelings.

Even though she now lives a life of wealth similar to those of the rich, finding it difficult to enjoy it and overlook the hardships faced by ordinary and lower-class people, she feels an inherent resentment toward those corporations with immense power and wealth.

To forget those memories and feelings would feel like a betrayal to her own life.

Yet, she doesn't want to be a saint either, like those who follow perfect moral standards while seemingly losing their humanity, almost like machines.

But letting go completely is also something she can't bring herself to do, often reminiscing about certain moments alone or in her sleep.

Looking at her fingers in the darkness, her blue eyes sparkle amidst the darkness, and then, layer by layer, these twinkling crystals began to form in the room, with the clear glass also showing a thin layer of frost.

She can neither become a saint who saves everything nor a carefree person who enjoys everything, this is the dilemma she faces.

After listening to various performances tonight, Tilan looked back in the darkness at a crossroads, seeing her own lingering shadow, which is the source of her dilemma and what has always held her back, lacking certain motivation.

Because of sympathy and compassion, she can't stand idly by, and because of calmness and reason, she understands that everything she does will ultimately be in vain.

Figures like Isenisha and Emuralin, even a century after their deaths, the Federation and civilization slowly drift away from their intended paths.

Those once deafening, blood-boiling pledges are now submerged in personal calculations and self-interest, who still remembers the brilliant era of the Fifth Epoch that brought light out of darkness, who still remembers those great figures who passed away, who still cherishes those shared ideals of a beautiful world.

The current world may seem full of flourishing blooms, but in her eyes, isn't it just another group of disillusioned people hiding in their own caves, numbing themselves with their narrow dreams.

It's not that she doesn't want to, but that she can't.

Leaning against the glass, the young woman closes her eyes again, letting the frost on the glass grow thicker until it completely blocks out the light, plunging the room into darkness.

The harsh cold fills the room, but for her, it feels normal, as she has unconsciously moved beyond the ordinary and become a transcendent being.

Suddenly, she remembers something, opens her eyes, and the frost in the room instantly disappears, with the glass returning to its clear, flawless state, and the room becomes serene.

Continuously draining herself like this isn't the way out; she suddenly wants to meet that petite woman she saw in a video, the one working at the Four Winds Hotel, who noticed something different about Shui Yanqing, someone from the distant Xing Domain.

She wants to know how someone who emerged from the dark ruins of the Fifth Epoch views the luxurious Central Star Domain.

Maybe the other person has already forgotten the past, maybe they are already immersed in the pursuit of money and consumption, maybe they are still compelled by life, but regardless, the young woman wants to meet this person, preferably alone.

Picking up her personal terminal, Tilan composes a message and sends it to Flora, then quietly awaits a reply.

About three minutes later, with a 'ding' sound, she opens the response; the other party has arranged everything, and they can meet tomorrow night.

"Thank you, Flora."

Her fingers move to type this message, then she pauses to think for a moment.

"If there is anything you need, you can ask me for help." She rarely cooperates with companies, and this is probably the first time she's told someone they can come to her.

After finishing these tasks, she puts away her personal terminal, looks out the window one last time, and then leaves the study.

It's time for a good bath and then to sleep.

...

The next day, Tilan visits the Four Winds Hotel again, and unlike her usual low-key style, today Hexia Tilan is dressed to the nines.

She wears a deep blue elegant gown, with wide cuffs decorated with elaborate patterns on a white background; the deep blue silk fabric flows with her movements, faintly reflecting silver phoenix patterns, giving off an aura of grandeur and luxury. Her pale neck visible at the neckline and her long black hair enhance her breathtaking beauty.

With light makeup, Tilan looks even more radiant than Gu Yongrong did back then in Jielou City and with her talent as a songstress enhancing her charm, she is even more awe-inspiring to people, though she has always avoided this exposure to avoid unnecessary trouble.