“Hey!
Cang, are you okay?
Don’t scare me!” March 7th was practically stunned by Ye Cang’s contorted expression.
She hurriedly stepped forward to support his shoulders, her delicate hand gently patting the youth’s back as she said softy, “Alright, alright, hurry up and change back to your normal self!
Yours truly won’t hold it against you for laughing at me earlier!
Is that good enough?” Ye Cang swallowed hard and forced out in a strained voice, “I’m fine…
What date is it today?” March 7th answered without thinking, “April 26th of the Astral Calendar.
Why?” The youth suddenly raised his hands, grabbing her shoulders tightly, eyes almost spitting fire as he gritted his teeth and growled, “How do you know the *Astral Calendar*?
You should be saying *Amber Era*!” “You’re not March 7th!
You’re Aha!” The corners of March 7th’s mouth curled up slightly, her pinkish-blue eyes rippling like water.
“Oho!
You’ve gotten smarter!
So, young man, interested in becoming an Emanator of Elation?” “Not interested!
Beat it!” Ye Cang snapped in annoyance.
March 7th burst into laughter and slapped Ye Cang’s shoulder hard.
“Hahaha!
In all these years, you’re the first person besides Nanook to tell me to ‘beat it’!
As a reward for your courage, I’ll give you one chance to rephrase your words.” Ye Cang’s mouth twitched, and he squeezed out a smile uglier than crying.
“Please…
by all means, make me an Emanator of Elation!” Aha: “I refuse!” Ye Cang: “???” Aha snapped her fingers, a triumphant smile blooming on her face.
“Desiring what you can’t have, getting it by chance, losing it after gaining it, gaining it after losing it—that is Elation.” Ye Cang: “Speak human.” Aha: “It means the more you want it, the less I’ll give it to you.
And the more you don’t want it, the more I’ll force it on you.” Ye Cang: “…” *Listen to that.
Is that human speech?* He finally understood: this so-called Aeon of Elation was a top-tier psychotic troll!
Completely out of his mind!
In comparison, Mr.
Yue, who was also an Aeon, was practically a breath of fresh air!
“Alright, little guy, time to really go now!” Aha smiled brightly as she pulled Ye Cang’s hand, grinning under his suspicious gaze.
“Before I leave, let me give you one last gift!” “What do you want to do?” Ye Cang suddenly had a bad feeling.
“Naturally—what you want to do!” Under an irresistible force, Ye Cang’s palm was pressed heavily onto a soft mound wrapped in fabric.
Meanwhile, the girl before him wore a cunning smile of a successful trickster.
“Well then, good luck, Savior!” “No matter how dark and hopeless the road ahead is, remember: let there be laughter!” Ye Cang was horrified.
He tried to pull his hand back, only to find that at some point, a blob of superglue had been smeared on his palm, firmly bonding it to the fabric of March 7th’s sailor outfit!
If he hadn’t tried pulling back, it might have been fine, but with that pull, March 7th—now unguided and limp—fell straight toward him.
The impact knocked him back onto the sofa again, leaving him pinned in a bizarre posture beneath the pink-haired girl, unable to move.
“Aha!
You damn troll, I’ll remember this!!!” Amid Ye Cang’s wails, March 7th slowly woke up.
She wiped her drool, her pretty eyes bleary with sleep.
Staring blankly at the handsome youth lying beneath her with an expression devoid of desire for life, she murmured, “Good…
morning, Cang…
Why are you in my room?” “…” Ye Cang didn’t answer.
He just silently turned his head, shedding tears of painful bliss.
Things had reached this point.
Even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn’t wash him clean now.
What was that quote from a famous person back in his hometown?
*Life is like being raped—if you can’t resist, learn to enjoy it.* At this thought, he stopped struggling and simply resigned himself to fate, giving a soft squeeze.
*Feels great—hopefully these won’t be my last words.* The next second, Little March’s screech echoed throughout the quiet Parlor Car, lingering for a long, long time.
Attracted by the sound, Conductor Pom-Pom, Himeko, Uncle Yang, and Dan Heng gathered around the sofa, staring with odd expressions at the two “glued” together.
“Little March, Cang, when did the two of you get so close?” As Himeko spoke, she brushed back the red hair by her temple, her gaze landing on the large hand pressed against March 7th’s chest.
“And this is…?” “I can explain,” Ye Cang said with absolute sincerity, his face practically writing out *innocent*.
“Hmph!
Explain what?
You think you have a point after assaulting me?” March 7th glared at Ye Cang with a hint of annoyance, pressing both hands against his shoulders to push herself up— However, obviously, she failed.
Because the glue on the clothes hadn’t just stuck to Ye Cang’s right hand; it had bonded their clothes together as well, seamlessly united and inseparable.
“Where did glue come from?!” March 7th’s eyes widened, clearly realizing the awkward predicament.
Uncle Yang pushed up his glasses and asked Himeko beside him, “Are young people nowadays playing so boldly?” Himeko shrugged.
“Maybe we just can’t keep up with the trends anymore.” “What kind of novel play is this?” Dan Heng, the cold-faced youth, rubbed his forehead helplessly, unable to look directly at them.
“It’s not!” The chorus of their simultaneous answer startled the Cold Dragon Young.
Everyone’s gaze fell back on the culprit, Ye Cang, waiting for his explanation.
A moment later, after listening to Ye Cang’s explanation, Uncle Yang pushed up his glasses again and said expressionlessly, “So you’re saying…
the famous Aeon of Elation specifically snuck onto the Astral Express, controlled March 7th’s mind, just to splash a glob of glue on the two of you?” Ye Cang smiled bitterly.
He couldn’t exactly say that an Eldritch Calamity had occurred on the train and everyone had died countless times, could he?
Besides, regarding what happened before his transmigrating, he only understood bits and pieces through the *Death Diary*; he couldn’t accurately recount the whole event.
To be exact, everything that happened after arriving in this world felt to Ye Cang like a surreal dream.
Dan Heng rested his chin on one hand, lowering his head in thought.
“Based on my understanding of that Aeon, it wouldn’t be surprising if He did something like this…
but while theoretically possible, rationally I cannot accept this explanation.” Saying that, he raised his head and took a deep look at Ye Cang, spreading his hands.
“Even so, with what I know of Brother Cang, he isn’t a lying, morally bankrupt person.
He might be hiding something from us, but I firmly believe whatever he’s hiding is harmless.” “Dan Heng!
You truly are my good brother!” Ye Cang was so moved tears almost welled up.
If his hands weren’t glued to March 7th, he would’ve loved to give his brother a bear hug.
“Don’t worry about that for now.
Can anyone figure out a way to separate us?” Little March saw the briefcase beside Himeko, her eyes lighting up.
“Auntie Himeko, lend me your chainsaw!” Ye Cang: “???” *Sister, wait!* *It’s just a slight misunderstanding, there’s no need for that!*