Su Wen looked at this line of writing.

He also calmed down.

at the same time.

Jiang Menghan didn't know that what he was facing was not a god who was worshiped by everyone above Moscow.

Quite the opposite.

She probably became the first person in the world to truly face the gods of high latitudes in perpetual glaciers.

In this world, all ruins have their own rules.

The rules of [Samoa Stormcliff Ruins] are [Watch] and [Storm]

Permanent glaciers are used as borders to connect to higher-dimensional recording layers.

now.

Jiang Menghan didn't even get the attention of the gods.

She just gained a piece of knowledge:

The full moon that hangs high above the everlasting glacier and will never be incomplete:

It’s [Palace of Artemis]

Also known as [Mirror Palace]

at the same time.

I was also lucky enough to get a piece of inheritance belonging to the gods.

That represents the authority of the Moon God:

【Quiet】【Lightless Land】【Moon Phase Reflection】【Refraction】

at the same time.

Its extraordinary properties also happen to include [eternity], [space] and [narration]

Jiang Menghan didn't know that Su Wen was preparing to spend all his world influence to save himself.

But now she doesn't have any confusion or hesitation.

after all.

This path is chosen by the girl herself.

now.

Reflected in the dim light of the empty glacier background.

The moonlight fell through layers of ice.

until.

It slowly faded before her eyes.

The trial from Artemis Palace began in just a moment.

Authority of the Moon God:

【Eternal Narrative】

at the same time.

Because of this trial, she was pulled back into her past memories:

Got it~ Got it~

The chirping of cicadas in summer came from the shade of the trees outside the window.

The girl is wearing school uniform and sitting by the window.

On the podium.

The bald Chinese teacher is telling Mr. Taibai's experience.

But to Jiang Menghan, this knowledge seemed to have been known for a long time, so there was no need to listen to it.

She cast her cold eyes out the window.

that's all.

As the sun sets, it's time for get out of class to end.

Most of the people left in twos and threes.

She was the only one who packed her backpack by herself without waiting for anyone.

Next is the time for the parent-teacher conference.

Unlike other students who are either afraid or looking forward to it, for her.

Today is the same as usual.

As the number one in age, Jiang Menghan does not need his parents to attend the meeting.

Meanwhile, her parents are too busy.

so.

No one can come to the meeting even if needed.

She is probably used to this kind of thing.

The girl walked against the flow of people on the forest road in the sunset, heading home.

The cell phone ringtone rang quietly.

Jiang Menghan opened the message prompt.

A line of words quietly appeared above:

"Tomorrow at three o'clock at noon, we will go to Linjiang Road Funeral Home to send your grandmother on her last journey.

Yesterday's rescue operation failed.

But your mother and I can’t go back now, so we can only leave it to you.”

This is a message from her father.

See here.

Jiang Menghan always felt as if his heartbeat had stopped for a beat.

It was hard for her to describe this feeling.

I just feel as if there are countless loneliness rushing towards me.

The girl dug into her pockets.

There was a pendant originally placed there.

It was a commemorative pendant sent by her father from the Inlulissat Icefjord in Greenland on her birthday about three years ago.

Now.

Don't know where it was thrown.

The former Jiang Menghan couldn't understand.

Why do I have to go through these things, and I don’t understand the meaning of living in the future.

now.

She walked along the avenue.

A child was crying in the middle of the road. Not far away, a driver of a large car showed no intention of slowing down.

If it were Jiang Menghan who was on the verge of mental collapse.

Probably choose to save the child in a self-destructive way.

But at this moment.

She just sighed.

In the boundless loneliness, the girl calmly and softly narrated:

"Marquez once wrote in "One Hundred Years of Solitude"

(No matter where you go, you should remember that you were lonely in the past.

Memories are an endless road, all past springs no longer exist, and even the most tenacious love is, in the final analysis, nothing more than a fleeting reality.)

True.

Memories are more real than dreams, those sorrows and regrets have all really happened.

But all memories only exist in the past.

so.
To be continued...