Chapter 42 : The End of the Story
The sky grew darker, and the theater gradually became quiet.
It was now rest time, and Ye Xing was still wandering around the theater.
She then came to the backstage, looking at the portraits hanging on the wall, her mind filled with unknown thoughts.
Gazing at the people in the portraits, Ye Xing seemed to experience a hallucination, seeing a joyful scene of the original troupe members performing on stage.
Unfortunately, this was merely an illusion.
Ye Xing gently shook her head, and those strange visions disappeared.
She approached her bedding, preparing to sleep there.
Sleeping here made her feel at ease.
Even without Ye Lan as a pillow, she could still manage to sleep well, perhaps feeling that someone was protecting her at all times, providing a sense of security that made her so comfortable.
"Sleep, sleep, tomorrow will be another good day."
Ye Xing covered herself with the blanket and curled up.
The sleeping environment in the theater was quite nice.
It was very quiet here, without noise or other sounds, and no creatures like rats, cockroaches, or mosquitoes. The only thing to adapt to was the atmosphere of the place.
If she wasn't worried about being lectured by the Troupe Leader, Ye Xing would have wanted to put a bed here.
Ye Xing had been living in the theater for a long time, sometimes even pulling Ye Lan in to isolate herself from all external social interactions, just to sleep in lazily.
"Hmm..."
Thinking carefully, this method seemed feasible.
The Troupe Leader and other members probably wouldn't mind such things. She would ask the Troupe Leader when she had the chance.
If he permitted, Ye Xing would call Mo Tutu to add a soft, fluffy bed to the theater. That would definitely be great!
Then she could snuggle in bed with the other girls from the troupe.
"Hehe~"
With these pleasant thoughts, Ye Xing fell asleep, her breathing very even, indicating good sleep quality.
An unknown amount of time passed.
An anomaly appeared in the theater.
All troupe members sensed it.
The source of the anomaly was backstage where the Spectator was, emitting an unusual aura.
The Gentleman and the Deceiver emerged from the shadows, while the Playwright, who had been reading, and Lian Hua, who was resting, also stood up, seemingly preparing to go backstage to check.
Moreover, a petite black-haired figure suddenly appeared in the theater—it was the Announcer, who had sensed the theater's abnormality.
This was the theater she had built, holding high-level permissions. She knew who should appear here and what auras shouldn't be present.
This world didn't lack enemies who might invade the theater, so extra caution was necessary.
Similarly, the Announcer wanted to know the source of this unknown aura.
At this moment, the Troupe Leader's voice stopped them.
"No need to worry. Let the Spectator rest well. That suddenly appearing aura won't harm her."
Hearing this, the Gentleman and the Deceiver hesitated for a moment but still trusted the Troupe Leader's words and retreated back into the shadows.
The Announcer remained silent, seemingly divining some information in her mind.
"I see."
After knowing the answer, her figure quickly disappeared from the theater.
Shu Yao and Lian Hua were somewhat confused, not letting go of their concern for Ye Xing despite the Troupe Leader's words.
They had never encountered such a suddenly appearing aura before. It was very unfamiliar, clearly not belonging to any member of the troupe or even any living being.
What exactly was going on?
To this, the Troupe Leader only lightly said a few words, calming the two down.
"The Makeup Artist has revived."
Shu Yao and Lian Hua abandoned their idea of going backstage and returned to their own activities.
They knew who the Makeup Artist was.
In the story Ye Xing had described, she was an original member of the Rising Sun Troupe, a character who had once died.
But why had she suddenly revived now?
They couldn't understand either.
But one thing was certain.
This might be a miracle brought about by the Spectator.
Meanwhile.
Backstage.
Black feathers gradually emerged from a portrait, slowly floating down, and upon landing, gradually formed into a clear human figure.
The cherry-white-haired figure stood on the floor, then opened her eyes, observing the surrounding environment.
She walked to where Ye Xing was sleeping, making no sound, and knelt down, quietly gazing at her face.
This person was the troupe's earliest loyal audience member, and now a member of the troupe—the Spectator.
She returned to that sad history and formed a bond with the original troupe members, creating the possibility for the Star Eclipse Makeup Artist to revive.
This was a miracle, more incredible than any magic trick.
"Thank you."
Seemingly hearing someone's gratitude, Ye Xing let out a soft murmur and fell into a deeper sleep.
The Makeup Artist remained kneeling, guarding Ye Xing's side until she woke up.
……
Dawn broke.
Ye Xing, sharing sensations with Ye Lan, could sense the changing light outside and slowly opened her eyes.
She wasn't fully awake yet, her mind slightly foggy, preparing to leave the theater to wash up with Ye Lan.
But at this moment, a sudden voice beside her jolted her awake.
"Good morning, Spectator."
Ye Xing immediately sat up in shock!
"Wah! Who's there?!"
Ye Xing scrambled to the other side, starting to tremble.
Although she had just woken up and wasn't fully alert, she clearly remembered that the voice just now didn't belong to any current troupe member.
It wasn't Shu Yao, Lian Hua, Kong Yubai, or even Mo Tutu's voice.
Could it be an intruder!?
Ye Xing suddenly became nervous.
At this point, the kneeling figure spoke again: "Do I need to reintroduce myself? My name is Yozakura Kagami, I'm the exclusive makeup artist for the Rising Sun Troupe, responsible for the performers' makeup before they go on stage. Do you remember now?"
Hearing this, Ye Xing was slightly stunned, finally seeing the person's appearance in the dim light.
A beautiful young girl with cherry-white hair, exactly like the Makeup Artist in her memory!
"Why... Am I dreaming?"
Ye Xing doubtfully pinched her own cheek, indeed feeling the pain that represented reality.
"Ouch!"
This also proved that everything she was seeing now wasn't a dream, but really existed.
Then Ye Xing quickly stood up and walked to the Makeup Artist's side, looking left and right, even poking and pinching her. She was indeed real!
"Oh my..."
Ye Xing looked at the Makeup Artist with a shocked expression, completely stunned.
To this, the Makeup Artist said: "I am the combination of Yozakura Kagami and [Mirror Image]. As you can see, I have revived. Under the miracle you brought, I continued to exist in another form. Now meeting you again, I am very moved. If possible, could I apply makeup for you again?"
Hearing this, Ye Xing's vision gradually became blurred with tears.
She immediately hugged the Makeup Artist, crying loudly.
"Waaah! It's not a dream, that's so wonderful!"
"Ah... Of course it's not a dream. I'm glad you can cry for me."
Thus, under the miracle brought by Ye Xing, a troupe member born in distant history successfully revived.
This might be the end of a story.