Chapter 176: Wuyu

Seraphina suddenly came back to her senses. A huge wave of shame made her eyes instantly moisten. “You… how could you!”

Her voice choked up. She used all her strength to break free from the wrist that was being held, but she did not push Movira away violently. Instead, she curled herself deeper into the corner and pulled the blanket up messily to shield herself. “This is too strange. You have to explain it clearly!”

The previous trace of low pressure had also disappeared. “Strange? Why is it strange?” Movira’s voice had slowed down. “That night when you forced me to do this kind of thing, I didn’t hear you say it was strange.”

“Ah… this… this is different!”

Seraphina always had two different standards when defining her and Movira’s actions. This familiar way of speaking made Movira laugh.

“What’s different? Aren’t they all just ways for sisters to express intimacy?” Seraphina lifted her teary, hazy eyes and looked at Movira’s face that was full of “sincerity.” The other woman’s gaze remained firm, as if she were stating an unquestionable truth.

“Of course I know, it’s just…” She sniffled, her voice thick with nasal tone. “It’s just that it was so sudden… I couldn’t react. You can’t do this again in the future… You scared me to death.”

This was almost equivalent to tacit approval and acceptance. Movira felt temporarily satisfied. She knew the boundary had been successfully and thoroughly blurred and redrawn.

“Alright. I will.” She stood up, walked to the other side of the room, and turned off the light. Only a dim night lamp remained, along with the bright moonlight streaming in from outside the window. The two maintained a faint brightness in the room.

The night was silent. Seraphina’s emotions were gradually calmed, followed by the cold, and deeper still, that inseparable dependence that drove her.

Just like last night, she felt that reassuring body heat coming from behind. She hesitated and struggled. But in the end, the desire for warmth overpowered everything.

She quickly moved closer, as if trying her best to shorten this shameful process.

Movira, just like last night, naturally pulled her into her embrace.

“Weren’t you scared?” The other woman’s voice sounded in the darkness, carrying a hint of amusement.

Seraphina continued to press herself deeper into Movira’s arms. Her muttering voice came through the tiny remaining gap between them. “Cold…”

She avoided the other woman’s question and simply attributed everything to physical sensation.

Movira tightened her arm, resting her chin on top of her head.

“Good… good night.”

The next morning, Movira woke up on time as usual. She quietly got up, glanced back at Seraphina who was still sleeping soundly, tucked the blanket around her, and then left the room without a sound.

The corridor was silent. When she inevitably passed by Astreya’s room on her way downstairs, that door quietly opened a crack. Astreya poked her head out. Those eyes looked especially pure and bright in the morning light.

“Good morning, Miss Movira.”

The other woman’s voice sounded, light and ethereal. “I think we should probably have a talk. After all, it looks like we’ll be living together for quite some time. If you keep maintaining such obvious… vigilance toward me, I’m afraid the coming days won’t be very pleasant.”

Movira stopped in front of the door. She did not answer immediately, nor did she immediately look at the other woman.

She only nodded slightly, which counted as acknowledgment.

“That’s great.” Astreya seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and showed a faint smile. “You wait a moment. Shall we talk on the observatory upstairs later? It’s very quiet there.”

“Alright.” Movira’s answer was concise. She turned first and stepped onto the spiral staircase leading to the third floor.

There were two rooms on the third floor. The one facing south was a glass room where colorful flowers could be seen inside. The other was enclosed. Movira pushed the door open. This place was more refined than she had imagined. The dome was actually made of a transparent material. It did not look like glass, but rather some almost intangible transparent substance. One could clearly see the stars that had not yet completely faded from the sky.

In the center stood a brass telescope that clearly was no ordinary model.

Just a small observatory slightly larger than a bedroom, yet it was fully equipped despite its size.

It did not take long for Movira to wait. Light footsteps soon sounded behind her. Astreya came up, now wearing casual clothes with her pink-gold long hair casually draped over her shoulders.

She walked to Movira’s side without much small talk and directly cut to the topic, saying something that seemed completely unrelated to the current subject.

“We elves, although we have long lifespans, have some difficulties when it comes to reproduction. Especially since male elves have always been very few in number.”

Movira still did not look at her, but her attention was now focused.

Astreya continued, “Therefore, deep within Miracle Forest, there exists an ancient giant tree. I don’t know what humans would call it. In any case, we usually call it ‘Wuyu,’ which means ‘never betray.’ As long as two people who love each other make a vow under this tree, regardless of their forms, even if they are two women, they can conceive a child that carries both of their bloodlines.”

These words sent ripples through Movira’s heart. This was almost Astreya plainly telling her that she had no intentions toward Seraphina beyond friendship.

However, the wariness in Movira’s heart could not be completely eliminated just because of this. She thought for a moment, organized her words, and then spoke. “Oh? What does this have to do with me?” She needed a more direct and concrete assurance!

Astreya walked directly in front of Movira, forcing the other to look at her. “What I mean is, in the future, if you two have such intentions and expectations,” she deliberately emphasized the word “you two,” “perhaps I can act as that ‘guide,’ take you to meet ‘Wuyu,’ and serve as the witness to your vow.”

The words could not have been clearer. Astreya was not only clarifying her own position but was also expressing a supportive attitude.

Movira finally looked into the other woman’s eyes with genuine intent. The other was honest and gentle, without any trace of falsehood.

Finally, seeing that she had achieved initial results, Astreya added one more sentence. “I am very sensitive to emotional fluctuations. If… you encounter any troubles in this area, you can come ask me anytime.”

Although these words were indirect, they truly offered potential help.

“I’ll go prepare breakfast. Remember to come down and eat.” After she finished speaking, she turned and left, leaving the quiet space to Movira alone.

Perhaps… she should make a trip to Miracle Forest?