Full English Translation – No cuts. No breaks. All in one.
Chapter 1 – A Sword Pointed at the One Who Erased MeAbsolute stillness.No wind. No paper drifting.Only Trạm Vô Ngôn and Liu Ly stood, face to face.
In his hand: the other half of the Vanlinh Scroll.In his eyes: the pain of having been drawn by her forty-six times—only to be torn away by her own hand.
Trạm Vô Ngôn (coldly):"The 47th time… you draw me again, and again you forget.""If your memory is ink, then my heart has long since rotted inside each of your strokes."
Lưu Ly (looking at the blade against her neck, unmoving):"I don't remember…But my blood still trembles when I hear your voice.""Did I… once love you?"
Trạm (smiling without warmth):"No. You once killed me."
He lifted his sword—not to cut, but to draw.The blade carved a pale white stroke across her throat—a line of erasure.
Immediately, a spatial formation burst open, swallowing them both into the Dream Realm—A place where real, false, and never-written memories tore at each other like jagged sleep.
Skill: Dream-Paint Reflection – Samsara of Self-Drawn TruthsA looping realm of memory that forces two souls to witness what they once erased.
Lưu Ly was pulled into a painting—She was smiling.Drawing Trạm Vô Ngôn.
The scene was peaceful.But with every brushstroke, she shed one tear.
And a voice echoed inside her:
"Is this a real memory… or a promise you once painted to fool yourself?"
Chapter 2 – The Warmth of False MemoriesInside the Dream Realm, Liu Ly saw herself sitting beside Trạm Vô Ngôn, painting.He slept, his head leaning gently against her shoulder.
Lưu Ly (thinking):"This painting… it feels familiar… but I don't remember living it."
Trạm (appearing behind her):"You drew this after killing me the first time.And then… you tore it up with your own hands."
She turned to ask—but he was already gone.Scraps of paper filled the sky.Whether true or false, the memory still warmed her fingertips.
Chapter 3 – A Throne No One Dares to Sit OnShe was led to a half-finished hall—The Hall of Promised Paintings, where unfinished works were left behind.
At its center: a throne.Above it, written in ink:
"The one who swore never to draw me again… once sat here."
Lưu Ly (shivering):"Did I… really make that vow?"
Chapter 4 – The Paper Effigy of the Forgotten OneFrom the shadows, a massive paper statue of Trạm Vô Ngôn stepped forward.But its eyes were painted wrong—black, hollow, devoid of life.
"I am the version you drew—The one meant to replace the real him."
"You may have forgotten—But I remember what it felt like… to be discarded."
The battle began.
Skill: Soul-Paint – Rebirth of Forgotten ConstructsIt strikes using memories you once tried to erase.
Chapter 5 – A Body Lost, a Memory LeftLưu Ly was thrown back.Blood streamed from her shoulder.
She began to draw a memory circle directly onto her skin.
Skill: Heart-Stroke – Single-Line RecollectionOne line: if it matches a real memory, it returns.If not… she loses herself forever.
She drew—A hand gently stroking her hair.She smiled. She didn't know why.
Chapter 6 – The One Who Returned from Torn PaperThe effigy shattered into ribbons.From the broken scraps, the real Trạm Vô Ngôn walked out.
"I let you fight the thing you once made—Just to see if you… still knew what pain was."
Lưu Ly:"I don't know if I still feel pain.But I know… my heart can't draw anyone but you."
He stood still.
The wind rose.Scraps of paper swirled, forming a barrier between them.
Chapter 7 – The Name That Died Inside ItselfShe found a name—scrawled and violently crossed out.
"Vô Ngôn."
Lưu Ly (whispering):"I loved someone so deeply…That I erased his name to keep others from drawing him to death."
Chapter 8 – Returning to Where We First MetThe two were pulled into the Dream Realm's core—
The place where Lưu Ly once painted Trạm Vô Ngôn—Not from memory,But from his memory of her.
She painted him from how he remembered her.Then she erased him—Because she began remembering him her own way.
Chapter 9 – A Promise Without WordsTrạm:"You once promised never to draw me again.Because every time you did… I died a little more in your eyes."
Lưu Ly:"I remember that now…But not what I said."
Trạm:"Because it wasn't written in ink.It was written with trembling hands… and eyes full of tears."
Chapter 10 – If Memory Is a Blank PageShe sat.
Didn't draw.Didn't speak.Didn't remember.
She looked at him.Then pointed her brush—at her own heart.
"If memory is a blank page…Then let me write your name in blood, not ink."
She carved her chest open.And wrote one word: "Vô."