Although Sunday still appeared as a female Intellitron in Robin's eyes.
Robin thought for a second and said, "You're very philosophical, Miss Wonweek. You remind me of someone I know."
After hearing that, Sunday replied calmly, "No, no. Today is my rest day. There's going to be a show later, so I came early to find a good seat."
There were far too many things to nitpick in that sentence.
For example, why did he hurriedly deny it upon hearing Robin say "sounds like"?
As a fan, that could actually be considered a form of recognition.
Furthermore, Sunday calling it a rest day sounded, to Robin, very much like an attempt at concealment.
But she ultimately didn't say anything more.
When Sunday suggested watching the stars together with Robin, the latter gave a brief, soft response in agreement.
Not far away, when Wonweek saw this scene, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he turned and left.
Sunday, fully immersed in spending time with her sister, didn't notice this at all.
The two siblings were talking about the stars.
"These stars are unfamiliar to me. I don't recognize any of them, and it makes me feel uneasy."Sunday said.
"What makes you feel this way? Is it because the sky is so far away, or because it's the unknown?" Robin asked gently.
"Perhaps it's both."
"The Stellaron Disaster may not have had any real consequences, but many guests still chose to check out."
"Now, the hotel feels quieter than before. It makes me wonder what Penacony's future will be like. I just hope it will not negatively affect you, Miss Robin."
Sunday took a deep breath and voiced all the insecurity in his heart.
At this point, the audience couldn't help but widen their eyes.
Because Sunday was apologizing to his sister! Especially that last sentence!
Sunday felt guilty for dumping the entire mess onto his sister after his failure.
Robin, however, smiled and said, "You're too kind. I'll be fine. The disaster was unexpected, but because of it, I was able to witness many pasts and think about many futures."
"My only real regret is that I left some things unsaid."
Sunday feigned ignorance and asked, "Did the person you wanted to say them to leave?"
Robin nodded. "Yes. He left in such a hurry that I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye."
Sunday's gaze dimmed as he spoke softly, "Sometimes what's in your heart doesn't need to be dressed up in words. Maybe he already knows what you wanted to say."
Robin met Sunday's eyes directly and smiled. "But don't you think we should put in some effort when we want to encourage someone?"
Sunday turned his head away, not daring to meet his sister's gaze, and said only, "If you don't mind me asking, who is it that you wish to encourage?"
"Someone who has just experienced failure and is about to embark on a long journey."
Sunday continued. "There are many such people on Penacony. Failure is like the setting sun to a Dreamchaser. It's something that happens every day."
...
: Oh my god! My dear miHoYo!! I'm seriously about to explode!
: This pair of siblings, seriously, this is too heartbreaking ahhh!
: Brother Sunday really, really cares about his sister. At the lowest point of his life, all he needed was just one smile from Miss Robin.
: MiHoYo, you're way too good at writing.
: Every single line sounds like incomprehensible gibberish to outsiders.
: But only these two can understand each other's true feelings! They can hear what the other is leaving unsaid in every sentence.
...
The audience was completely immersed in the delicate affection between the siblings.
And at this moment, Robin looked up at the starry sky and said:
"But he's different. He's stronger than most ordinary people, but because of it, people have this misconception: They think that when he falls, he will stand back up faster than anyone else."
"Are you sayin that's not true?"
"It's not. Because before he stands up again, he will hesitate and agonize for ages over whether that is the right course of action."
At that instant. Sunday let out a muffled sound, using all his strength to suppress the emotions surging in his heart.
His emotional defenses were completely shattered by his sister's words.
He was just a step away from tearing up. Many sentimental audience members were already deeply immersed in this emotional tide.
"Failure may be a good thing for someone like that. Being able to reflect on one's actions is a valuable quality to have." Sunday replied after a long pause, once he had regained his composure.
"You may be right, but I still hope that he'll never change."
Sunday, "Why's that?"
"Because I have faith in the person I remember him to be."
"He may have taken the wrong approach when he failed, but I don't think he had the wrong intentions. We once stood together at the same starting line, but now it's his turn to fly for the stars. I believe he'll find the right path, even if he has to do it alone."
Robin finished speaking slowly.
Only then did she smile at Sunday and ask, "Miss Wonweek, what do you think?"
"Yes, that makes a lot of sense," Sunday nodded.
Just then, footsteps sounded from behind them.
When the two turned around, they saw a Pepeshi. Wonweek had arrived.
He was holding a painting, the very image of a scene depicting Robin holding a dove, and walked straight up to Robin.
"Wow, Miss Robin, I'm your fan!"
"Your concerts, your new songs, they're all so amazing! I, I never thought I'd actually get to see you here!"
"Could you please sign your name on this painting?"
The exaggerated acting was proof that he was no amateur.
Although Robin could see through Sunday's true identity, she couldn't see through this Pepeshi.
However, when she saw the painting Wonweek brought, she was momentarily speechless.
It was an oil painting. Slender, delicate hands cradling a fragile little bird.
"This…" Robin was somewhat surprised.
This painting… should be depicting the story of her saving that bird when she was young.
But why would this Pepeshi have it? She subconsciously turned her head to look at Sunday.
Sunday inhaled lightly and said, "Miss, he should be one of your most loyal fans. Why not…?"
"I understand."
Although she didn't know where this Pepeshi came from, Robin still took out her pen and signed her name in the corner of the painting.
"Thank you, Miss!"
"This painting is a gift for you!" Wonweek smiled in satisfaction and casually placed the painting into Robin's hands.
"Eh?" Holding the painting, Robin felt a bit at a loss.
Some guesses had already formed in her mind.
Could it be that her brother felt too embarrassed to give it to her directly, so he used this Pepeshi instead?
"Since that's the case, I won't stay any longer."
Sunday and Wonweek exchanged a glance at the side, then spoke their farewells.
"...Alright." Robin still had many things she wanted to say, but none of the words reached her lips.
As a result. This final reunion. Robin still did not hear her brother say goodbye.
But both of them understood.
Among the countless stars, they would surely meet again at one of them.
...
: Wuwu, Robin!
: The siblings must meet again!
: In Penacony, the brother and sister finally spoke honestly and reconciled!
: I knew it, if this conversation had happened in the Dream of Ena, no, if it had been said back in childhood, there wouldn't be any of this Sunday stuff now!
: Family members really need to communicate more!
: I'm really satisfied with this farewell, it's touching and uplifting!
: Sunday's mindset has completely changed too, he actually lowered his head, admitted his mistakes, and acknowledged his shortcomings!
: But the little bird also acknowledged her brother's ideals, right? It's just that the methods were wrong.
: Looks like Sunday's final path really is reconciling with the world while sticking to his own ideals.
....
On the other side. After Sunday said goodbye to his sister.
He returned with Wonweek to where Welt had been waiting.
"Why did you do something unnecessary?"
As soon as he returned, Sunday crossed his arms with some displeasure and looked at Wonweek.
That painting was not something he had intended to give his sister.
"Hmph!"
"You've made unilateral decisions so many times yourself, so why can't I do it once?"
Wonweek said proudly.
But under Sunday's cold gaze, he still lowered his head and admitted, "I... I didn't want to live with regrets for the rest of my life!"
When Wonweek started giving the painting just now. What the audience thought was the same as Robin, they all believed it was done under Sunday's orders.
But now it seemed that wasn't the case.
For a moment, countless viewers became even more curious about Wonweek's origin.
Sunday's strange trust. And the way Wonweek acted on his own, inserting himself into the farewell between Sunday and his sister.
But from the looks of it, Sunday didn't seem very angry.
And there was another point: Robin showed complete unfamiliarity toward Wonweek's appearance.
Which meant the two might not have known each other before.
Then what did "not wanting to live with regrets for the rest of his life" mean?
Just as the audience was filled with endless questions.
Welt at the side was chewing over the phrase "live with regrets for the rest of one's life," lowering his head to look at Wonweek.
Sharp as he was, he had already noticed something unreasonable at this moment.
Neither Sunday nor Wonweek noticed this.
"Mr. Welt."
"Could you tell me why you stayed with me for so long? You're a Trailblazer. How could it be that, for a fugitive and a Pepeshi you don't even know, you would stop here for such a long time?"
Sunday said this with a hint of gratitude. Welt's presence was not merely a form of surveillance.
If, in the future, someone were to make an issue out of his meeting with Robin, Welt would become the intermediary and objectively provide assurance for the matter.
Sunday believed that with Welt's experience, he could not be unaware of this deeper meaning.
Yet he still did it.
"Trailblazing isn't only about Trailblazing worlds."
"It is also about reaching out to people."
Welt put it succinctly: "Moreover, when I left my hometown, my feelings were quite similar to yours. I also deeply understand that only when a person resolutely bids farewell to the past does it become the beginning of facing oneself calmly."
At this point.
Welt paused, then said, "There was never a third person with us, was there?"
As soon as these words were spoken. Both Sunday and Wonweek froze.
Then Wonweek spread his hands and laughed in relief. "See? I told you, I knew I couldn't hide it from him."
The audience was instantly dumbfounded.
And Welt didn't keep them in suspense.
"You are him, and he is you."
"Am I right?"
As soon as these words came out, the comments instantly exploded!
...
: What does this mean? What do you mean only two people?
: Isn't Wonweek a person?
: I knew there was something off about Wonweek! How could Sunday trust an outsider that much!
: Two people are one person? Huh???
: That can't be right?!
: Did Sunday turn into a Pepeshi? No, no, wasn't he in the district before?!
: The past?!
: Damn!! Holy crap! So the answer was hidden right in the question?!
: The past week, this is Sunday's past?!
: No wonder, no wonder Wonweek acted so provocatively so many times, yet Sunday tolerated it!
: Because this person was never an outsider!
: So that's why he said he didn't want to live with regrets just now! Because Wonweek also wanted to say goodbye to the sister!!!
: Holy shit!
: Bringing your past self along to personally say goodbye to Penacony, what a beautiful image and idea!
: But why did the two of them split into two people? It's kind of like Tingyun.
...
While the barrage was exploding.
Sunday himself also smiled in relief. Since Welt had already seen through it, there was no need to struggle with explanations anymore.
Only when Welt asked why he had become like this.
Did an unusually embarrassed expression appear on Sunday's face.
Meanwhile, Wonweek at the side, this past self of his, blunt and straightforward, spoke directly: "What else could it be? You all already guessed it!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't laugh at the challenge!"
As he kept talking, Wonweek started to break down a bit. "He just had to try it, and then it split."
Welt wore an expression of sudden realization and said, "No wonder when diagnosing Tingyun back then, you found the problem so easily. So it turns out you also..."
"Ahem..." Sunday coughed awkwardly.
At this moment.
The audience, who had been in shock just now, all burst into laughter.
They couldn't imagine that there would be another victim of the 'don't laugh challenge'...