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The leather surface of the sofa was damp with cold sweat, as Weizhan curled into a tight, small ball.
She hadn’t actually fallen asleep; instead, she lay on her side on the sofa, her eyes wide open the entire time.
Weizhan’s nails dug into the old handkerchief clutched in her palm—a simple piece of silk embroidered with lily-of-the-valley flowers, its edges long since frayed and fuzzy. This was the very handkerchief Silvia had used to wipe her sweat during one of their dates, and it now exuded a familiar fragrance—’his’ unique scent.
Weizhan harbored a secret habit, one she had never confessed to anyone: She loved collecting things Silvia had used: handkerchiefs, clothes, stockings, underwear, and more…
That afternoon, from the moment she stepped into the prison cell, her nostrils began to quiver uncontrollably. The heavy metal of the magic-suppressing cell might have been formidable, but it couldn’t block the subtle scent molecules. Moreover, she was a water-element magical girl, and the elemental insulating liquid inside… wasn’t it also a liquid? And Senior Via’s body, after all, was approximately 60% water…
The scent of Silvia, now in a male body, permeated her nostrils, perfectly matching the aroma of ‘him’ she had mentally traced a thousand times in her memories. Furthermore, there wasn’t a hint of deceit emanating from Senior; only profound despair.
Weizhan understood. Senior was still Senior; only the exterior had changed. This realization made her tremble even more violently.
Weizhan took half a step forward, only to halt abruptly when she saw the blood marks left by the chains on Silvia’s wrists. Silvia couldn’t even lift his head, his pale face submerged in shadow, his lips so chapped they bled.
“Senior…”
She barely managed to utter two words before her own sob choked them off. Silvia was struggling even to remain conscious; how could he possibly answer her questions? What’s more, who would believe testimony based solely on ‘identical scent’ when faced with the undeniable truth of his gender?
‘If I were to ask now, Silvia would likely be unable to speak coherently,’ Weizhan thought. ‘Even if he did speak, this challenged testimony might only become a new vulnerability.’
Tears blurred her vision, and Weizhan was suddenly consumed by a profound hatred for her own powerlessness—despite sensing that something was amiss, she lacked both the courage and the ability to speak a single word on Senior’s behalf.
Thus, when she cried—she wept not for the shock of the gender revelation, but for the despair of being caught in this ‘maelstrom’ with no power to resist.
Witnessing Qiye’s furious interrogations and Xincheng’s desperate flight, Weizhan’s entire focus remained on that confined figure. Yet she could only bite her lower lip, wiping away tears, lest her trembling voice betray the tumultuous storm raging within her.
As she left the cell, she cast one last look back at the huddled form. Weizhan understood that any further questions at this moment would only be ‘futile’. Only by uncovering the truth and finding irrefutable evidence could she truly help the one so thoroughly misunderstood by the world.
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Now.
Weizhan lay on her side on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the shifting light and shadows on the ceiling, listening to Qiye’s drunken ramblings and the sounds of Xincheng rummaging through her room. She was on the verge of tearing a hole in the handkerchief.
‘Why?’ she cried out in her heart. ‘Why had it come to this?’ She found no answer. Perhaps Silvia harbored an even graver secret, or perhaps there was another hidden truth behind this deception… But she was trapped within a cage of her own understanding, unable to question the truth or defend Senior.
Upon returning to her room, she retrieved the collection box hidden beneath her pillow. Inside, meticulously arranged, were Silvia’s used hair ties, shirts, and underwear… If her sense of smell didn’t lie, then the ‘deceiver’ now reviled by all in prison might actually be the one most in need of help.
‘But what was she to do?’ she wondered. ‘How could she possibly cut through the dense fog and clear Senior’s name, especially now, when the Tricolor Squad was utterly shattered by ‘disappointment’?’
Tears once again blurred her vision, yet this time it wasn’t due to sorrow… but a crushing sense of powerlessness.
Weizhan buried her face in the handkerchief, inhaling the lingering scent, as a resolute conviction quietly began to bloom within her. She rose gently and left the room, stepping past the scattered wine bottles, her bare feet carrying her towards the balcony. The cold wind ruffled her hair, yet it couldn’t extinguish the fierce light that had ignited in her eyes—
Regardless of the truth, she would no longer be a mere weeping bystander.