Chapter 863
Chapter 863: Chapter 27: Death Approaches Chapter 863: Chapter 27: Death Approaches “Lin Xian?”
This elderly woman with white hair was filled with shock and confusion in her eyes.
But in the end, she looked closely and finally confirmed the identity of the person before her!
The two pistols she was holding in her left and right hands clattered to the ground, and she took two slow steps forward, her wrinkled hands cradling Lin Xian’s face.
Her eyes instantly moistened,
“You’re Lin Xian, but…
how can you still be alive?”
“[I even attended your funeral!]”
The voice of Her Majesty was choked with emotion,
“And…
why are you so young?
What…
what on earth happened to you?”
“You were this age, this appearance, when you died.
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Why are you still the same now?
Am I…
am I dreaming?”
As the moonlight streaming through the bay window shone upon this queen, Lin Xian could finally see her face clearly.
Unfamiliar.
Yet with a hint of familiarity.
Especially her eyes, those were the incisive eyes unique to the Middle Eastern race that normal Dragon Country people could not possess…
“Angelica?”
Lin Xian wasn’t sure, but he didn’t have that many foreign friends, the only one he could think of was Angelica!
The last of the Seven Sins, Lust, the darling of the Oscars, Hollywood’s The Chameleon Witch!
Once he entertained this notion, the face became more and more similar, the voice though husky and aged, was indeed the same tone he recalled from Angelica in 2024, and indeed…
of the people Lin Xian knew, only she used to call him boy.
“It’s me…”
Angelica’s emotions began to unravel,
“You remember me, Lin Xian!
You still remember me!
If I’m really not dreaming…
then what on earth is all this about?”
Lin Xian turned around and waved at CC, signaling that she no longer needed to be so wary, and that she could also put down her dagger.
This queen turned out to be an acquaintance, and one without amnesia at that.
Watching Angelica tearfully,
Lin Xian did not know how to answer her question.
Because, firstly, he hadn’t died; secondly, he hadn’t hibernated; there was a significant information gap between them, further communication was needed.
He used his own sleeve to wipe Angelica’s tears, smiling and said,
“Are you disguised as an old lady to deceive people?”
Was this another feat by The Chameleon Witch?
He felt the warm creases on Angelica’s face, saw the hair roots devoid of any traces of black, and realized the tears he wiped…
had not smudged any makeup.
Lin Xian was taken aback for a moment.
Angelica had once told him, after disguising, not to touch water on the face lest the disguise be revealed.
But now, Angelica’s face was muddled with tears yet nothing was wiped away.
Lin Xian suddenly became bewildered.
He understood…
This time, the aged look was not another performance by Hollywood’s The Chameleon Witch.
Instead.
It was the genuine mark of years that had passed, that dazzling Oscar starlet, who wowed the world, ultimately could not withstand the ravages of time.
Beauty no longer, youth no longer, time no longer.
Through the years, all had been washed away, leaving behind…
only this aged body and an elderly face.
Lin Xian had to accept this reality.
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The ageless witch had indeed aged.
Thinking back to Rhein Village he had visited before, where the village chief Zheng Xiangyue looked even more wretchedly old than Angelica now, and if it wasn’t for her own admission, Lin Xian couldn’t see any trace of Zheng Xiangyue in her.
It turns out, ageing is such a cruel thing.
Even though Lin Xian had long since seen old people and experienced birth, ageing, illness, and death,
But…
Just a few days ago, he had witnessed their prime of life, but to turn around in the dreamland and see two aged, faltering grandmothers…
This exaggerated contrast was indeed a heavy sensory shock to Lin Xian.
“Angelica.”
Lin Xian continued to dry her tears and, once she had calmed down, he gently asked,
“My situation might be a bit complicated to explain, could you please start by telling me…
what has happened over these past few centuries?”
“Rest assured, I’m Lin Xian, the real Lin Xian.
Perhaps to your eyes, I am already dead…
but don’t get upset, just tell me the history you know.”
Nothing is too shocking to say.
Angelica’s appearance here, and everything she said, were astonishing to Lin Xian.
But he decided to first listen to what Angelica had to say.
In The Fifth Dreamland, after searching for so long…
It seemed that he had finally found someone who knew the truth.
An old acquaintance from hundreds of years before.
Perhaps.
What Angelica narrated might be the most authentic history!
Angelica nodded her head.
She moved back to the wooden wardrobe by her side, took out a plastic-sealed notebook from one of the drawers, and handed it to Lin Xian,
“This is the source of my memory…”
“In order to preserve my memory as much as possible, I recorded many notebooks and made lots of videos.
When I awoke from hibernation on Mars, these materials were very well preserved, and because of them, I was able to recover much of my memory.”
“Although it’s all very fragmented, devoid of emotions, like mere scenes from a movie, I do still remember the events from hundreds of years ago.
As long as it is recorded in the notes and videos, I remember.”
“But now, after so many years, I only have this one notebook left, and it is…
the one I treasure the most.”
Lin Xian took the notebook.
Opened it.
He discovered that inside it was filled with intimate letters that Angelica had handwritten to her future self.