Twenty minutes later, for the ninth time, Marceau looked at the night outside the balcony and finally returned to the hall in silence. The cat was a little at a loss in silence. No matter how he talked to Yan, even if he watched her finally leave in silence, he could not escape the curse of reincarnation.

Who would be waiting for me this time? Marceau thought, and opened the curtain and unexpectedly saw the circle in the center of the hall.

It's so strange. In my previous life, Yuan missed this dance because she was fighting in front of her. And this time... what kind of fantasy assumption was that she could appear at the dance scene at this moment.

The cat girl seemed to see herself, and the cat girl who trotted all the way to the cat cub with her eyes as usual: "Marceau, have you heard that my cousin is going back to the Seren River!"

"...Well, I heard something." To be honest, Marceau had never heard anyone talk about her itinerary before. It was just that in such a fantasy world, what is the difference between telling the truth and telling lies on this issue? Because it is an extraterritorial matter, at most it is a little bit of chaos: "Yan is going back to get married, right?"

"You know!" said the round eyes, glaring round and exaggerated.

"Well..." Marceau sighed as he said... So what if he knew, should he tell Yan that he liked her, loved her, and wanted to finish this cat life with her? Stop making trouble, this world is just a game, the girl he thought about all day and night... is just a piece of data.

"Isn't that Yuan? Please come here, Miss Yuan." Anta, who was already chatting over there, greeted Yuan and the cat: "And you, Mr. Marceau, can you bring Miss Yan here later? I'll introduce you to the distinguished guests."

"Anta, I'll come here right now!" After saying that to Anta, Yuan turned his head and looked behind Marceau: "Ah, Marceau, my cousin is here, please beg for your own blessing!" After that, the cat girl walked towards Anta.

Marceau, who stayed, turned around, looked at Yan, who was no different from his memory, and smiled as before: "Good evening, Yan."

"Well, good evening...Masso." The cat girl was silent for a moment, and then replied with a smile.

This anthropomorphic tone and appearance made Marceau a little surprised, but the cat didn't think about it anywhere else. He stretched out his hand, just as he handed it, and the cat girl also handed it, just as she had previously reached out.

"...I have something to tell you." The cat girl's face became sad. I don't know why Yan was like this this time, but Marceau still lowered her head and stretched out her hand, wiped the corners of her eyes: "What's wrong."

"...Nothing." The cat girl led the cat to the balcony. After looking at each other for a while, Marceau finally decided to break the silence: "I heard you are leaving, right?"

"...Yes, Marceau, I'm leaving." The cat puffed his lips, then nodded, and finally looked at Marceau and smiled: "Maceau, I'm going to go back to the Seren River, you know."

"Well, I know, I heard that you are going to marry you, right?" Marceau asked nonstop.

The cat girl with tears in her eyes nodded vigorously: "Yeah." But then she shook her head vigorously: "Masce, can you dance the last dance with me?"

"Well... OK." There was no hesitation. Although I felt that the cat girl in front of me became a little strange, I thought that even girls like the Lin sisters and Anne who had not participated in the dance could go back and forth, it would be impossible to have a unique cat girl.

So the cat and the cat girl returned to the hall, and the two who joined the dance floor naturally danced veneer. For Marceau, this was the last dance between her and him in her previous life, so it was so natural.

While jumping, the cat accidentally heard Yan crying in a low voice. He stopped and looked at the cat girl in front of him: "What's wrong, you should be happy. There is such a happy husband and such a bright future, but following me to enjoy the bitterness of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, really, why are you crying?" As he said that, Marceau felt that there was something extra in his eyes.

"Why don't you try to keep me?" Yan raised his head and asked.

Marceau didn't know how to answer, why should I keep it, what qualifications should I be retained: "Silly girl, your future is so good, why should I keep you..." Can I really keep you who has accomplished nothing? You are just a piece of data now. How can you know what kind of beautiful life your original body is facing?

Yan shook his head and leaned his head against Marceau's shoulder. The cat girl kissed the cat's neck. Then she raised her head and kissed the cat's lips, "I'm sorry, Marceau, sorry." She said this until the choking sound gradually started.

There is no need to apologize, Yan, do you know, I hope you can get happiness from beginning to end, even if I can't give this happiness, I hope you can get it... "It's okay, Yan, actually I love you." Marceau said with a smile.

Yan was stunned and let the teardrops of beans roll from the corner of his eyes rolled down forcefully: "I love too...", and then, the next second, the cat, who had opened the private mode early, looked at the white background and portal around him, raised his head and took a deep breath.

Then strode into the portal.

Thank you, system, you let me recall the memories that warm me the most.

...It also made me say the sentence I wanted to say the most but couldn't say it.

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Yuan yawned, and the cat girl got up from the bed looked at the room. She found that her cousin was not on the bed and pulled her pajamas that had fallen off her shoulders, then jumped out of the bed, walked out of the room with barefoot, and looked at the food on the bed in the living room in front of her. The cat girl grinned with excitement: "Oh my God! Today is another sumptuous meal!"

She turned her head and looked at her cousin who was walking out of the kitchen: "Cousin, you seem to be very happy today."

"Well, because I have completed the final step of the advanced task... a very pleasant task. I saw a world of fantasy, and there was a memory of fantasy, and most importantly... there was an insignificant difference between fantasy." Yan's face was full of joy and satisfaction: "It's great to say what I haven't been able to say."

"What are you talking about? Cousin, why can't I understand? Are you okay?" Yuan asked uneasy.

In response to this remark, Yan decisively gave love to his fingers.
Chapter completed!