Ovela curled up in the chair, her knees against her chest, and her fingertips unconsciously tugged at the hem of her skirt. She wanted to cover up her anxiety with a joke, but her words were like a sharp boomerang, and she burst her disguise out of control.

Looking at her slightly trembling shoulders, I suddenly remembered a heavy rain. It was a scene he had seen in the princess's memory. In the late summer, the raindrops wet the courtyard like silver needles one by one.

The violet, the withered flowers, is somewhat similar to the girl at this moment.

The night quietly flowed through the window frame, blending into the incomplete starlight and the warm light of the kerosene lamp, dyeing the room amber mist. The jokes are sometimes sincere, so they hurt the most. For her

Linge really doesn't know how to describe this kind of self-bearing behavior. Moreover, even if she is self-bearing, Linge cannot completely ignore it. She has to find a way to comfort her and get Princess Bemang out of this sudden state of depression, otherwise,

I'm afraid I can't spend it safely tonight.

After all, why do you feel that the person who was tortured in the end is himself?

The young man sighed lightly and spoke to Ovela, "Didn't I say it long ago? When you feel that you are very weak, you might as well compare it with me, and maybe you can regain some confidence."

Ovela looked at him with wide eyes.

For the same reason, Linger did use it, when the group was about to leave the Temple of Heaven, Ovela secretly practiced swordsmanship to deal with the subsequent battle. But the final result could only prove that regardless of her swordsmanship practices.

No matter how hard you try, even if you can hit ten Lingers with one hand, you cannot play any useful role in such a battlefield.

At that time, she thought Linge's statement was funny. Until today, the death of the Heavenly Realm has set a gap for a memory, just like using a sword to lift the front and back sides of the paper. Linge bears those on the front of the paper.

With great responsibility, he comforted his defeated companions, connected his strange allies, and outlined the way forward in a star-like strategy. His steps were so firm that it seemed as if the haze of the old had been melted by the morning light; the opposite side of the paper, Ovela

She fell deeper and deeper, tortured by her own pain and guilt, and even dared not end the story she wrote, as if she felt that as long as she did not admit it, those things could be regarded as never before.

The thin weight could not bear the difficult mission, and the contrast between the front and back of the paper made Ovela deeply realize that what Linger said at that time was no longer valid today.

“It’s different.”

Her lips moved, and she said as if she was talking to herself: "Linger, you are different from us. Your strength is not reflected in the battle, but in other aspects. Sometimes I even think

You should be the most powerful person in the world.”

Ringer listened quietly, and then asked quietly, "Then, why aren't you?"

Ovela looked up and looked at him blankly.

"Why do you have to force yourself to have the power of fighting, but completely ignore that your own power may actually be reflected in other aspects? For example, here." Linger pointed to a pile of thick materials on the table, each of which was on it.

The information was copied by Ovela himself and was extremely precious. It can even be said that if it weren't for Ovela, they would never be able to obtain this information in their entire lives by relying on their own strength.

"The heart is the most powerful force, I believe you have seen this."

Linger refers to the battle between Alice and Carapos. In that battle, Carapos personally admitted that the queen's power is essentially an idealistic force. Whoever has the stronger beliefs will have the possibility of victory.

Sex. In the past confrontation, the reason why the order kingship was repeatedly defeated by the Chaos King was because their beliefs were not firm enough - at least, they were not as firm as the Chaos King's belief that they wanted to change the world.

Of course, Linge's words do not mean that he recognizes the concept of Chaos King Power. After all, the firmness of beliefs and the correctness of beliefs are completely different. If you stick to wrong beliefs, then no matter how firm you are, no matter how firm you are.

, The power born for this is also wrong, and can only be used for destruction and killing. The young man just hopes that Ovela can understand the true meaning of power and face his heart. If he has doubts about himself, his heart will become weak

, And what can a weak person do even if he gains the power of fighting?

In this regard, Alice is a lesson from the past. Her game console has not been repaired until now, which may also imply that the genius players have not yet gotten rid of the factors of self-doubt and self-negation. Linger does not want Ovela to become that

A look.

"Don't be blind, Ovela."

He stared deeply at the girl in front of him: "You should know what it feels like to fall into darkness. Since you have come out, don't think about walking back. I think no matter who it is, I don't want you

Make that choice.”

Ovela was silent when she heard this. She knew very well that the young man said "no matter who it is" not only refers to the everyone on Yunjingkong Island, but also to her friends whom she now has, but also to her a long time ago.

Those who had expectations: father, mother, teacher... Their power turned into a bonfire in the darkness and guided her out of the ancient castle. At that time, the girl's power was no more powerful than now, but she had

A tenacious heart is as tenacious as the grass in the cracks of the rocks, and even harder to absorb limited sunshine. Therefore, everyone believes that she can adapt to the outside world and live a more exciting life.

But--

Ovela looked away and looked at the lantern beside her. The glass lampshade reflected tiny light flowers. Warm yellow spots flashed and jumped between her hair, just like countless fire elves in a platinum forest.

The noble princess of the Leslie royal family couldn't help but think, what if what I fear was my own heart?

I was afraid that once I accepted such a reason, once I admitted that I really had no power to fight, I could only hide behind my companions and be protected by them, and if one day it was time to step onto the battlefield by myself,

Can I sacrifice my life to protect everyone like Themis in the heavens?

Questions like this are meaningless, but once you think about it, it will make people feel confused. Perhaps, this is also one of the tests that life must undergo in this world, just as once they have consciousness, they will want to know.

, Why did you live and why did you die?

The wind blew in from outside the window, and the handwritten materials piled up on the table rustled in the wind.

"Let's just be here tonight."

Linger suddenly said, reaching out to illuminate the lantern beside him, and the flames in the glass cover trembled suddenly, like the wind passing through a tangible obstacle, surrounding the flames to form a vortex: "This work cannot be done in one day."

Yes, keep your energy and continue tomorrow.”

“I’m not sleepy yet—”

Ovela's voice stopped abruptly. She watched the young man walk towards her, then reached out and pressed her shoulder, and suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness. The memory after that seemed to have been cut off.

There is only a blank in her mind. When she came to her senses again, she realized that she was already lying on the bed, with a faint fragrance of primrose flowers lingering on the tip of her nose - the boss's wife likes to fill her pillows with the most brilliant primrose petals that bloom in July and midsummer.

, as if a piece of old and peaceful fragrance was sewn. Ovela likes this pillow very much, it is as soft as lying on a cloud to sleep. Unfortunately, she rarely uses it, and most of it is held in her arms.

Not under the head.

Linger covered her with a quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt, and took a lantern to place it on the head of the bed, and the warm light blew into a warm atmosphere. For this girl, it was the only thing that was indispensable.

"Have a good dream."

Ringer whispered.

Is this comfort? Or is it a blessing?

Ovela hid half of her face in the quilt, revealing only a pair of bright big eyes, which seemed to be filled with light that was brighter than the stars and the moon: "I can't dream."

After the curse weakened, she could fall asleep occasionally, but even after sleeping, she never dreamed. Maybe it was because she hadn't dreamed for too long and had forgotten that feeling. For mortals, one thing to forget is

It's easy, but it's not that easy to remember again.

This is obviously not something to be proud of, but her tone is like a child showing off her new toy.

"It doesn't matter."

Linger's hand stroked the girl's eyes and gently closed her eyelids. The touch was warm and cool, like the dew condensed in the morning. Ovela suddenly remembered the rain seven hundred years ago, after the rain

The courtyard was fresh, and the smell of flowers and soil seemed to be like this. The teacher used a quill to record her mood at that time and told her that one day you will recall it in your dream.

Now is that moment.

"You can dream tonight." The young man said to her in a very affirmative tone: "And it will definitely be a good dream."

How did he know?

Can young people predict future events?

This is not only a prophecy, but also a certain ability to soak in dreams, just like Gloria's personality, Miss Bai Ye. But Miss Bai Ye has always disdained to mention what she saw and heard in other people's dreams.

Ovela often feels guilty when facing her because she knows very well what kind of situation a person who can see dreams will feel doubtful, just like an expo

People in the book will only be interested in what kind of book. Fortunately, Miss Bai Ye’s frequency of controlling her body is not too high, and Gloria is not a threat, in all senses.

"Linger." Before she decided to go to bed, she asked the young man around her for the last time: "Will I wake up and see you?"

The young man said nothing and just nodded slightly. This simple action brought the girl an incomparable sense of confidence and security.

She closed her eyes and sank herself into the darkness.

...

The dreams were surging like a tide, waiting for the past and the future, but the scene the girl saw was not either of these two. To be precise, she didn't know what it was.

The sunlight woven into the fields and the shadows of clouds are floating across the sky and floating towards the green mountains. In the distant places, several elks are jumping and disappearing deep in the forest. Their movements are as vigorous as those of the forest.

The darling is not blocked by the growing vines and bushes. When the last bird song came, Ovela woke up in a daze and realized that she was not in the courtyard of the ancient kingdom. She thought she would dream of her hometown,

Dreaming of parents and teachers, but what you see is only a familiar landscape, wind, fields, forests, clouds and mountains, and... the young people beside you.

He was never so close to Ovela, and they sat shoulder to shoulder among the lodged wheat ears and primrose flowers, and saw a stone guard walking under the brightest sunshine since spring, with its rocky head full of

There was a fairy, one of them looked particularly like Xie Mi, and it might be someone else, Ovela thought.

The young man's hair was filled with seven seeds of primrose. They took root in this silver land, absorbing the sunlight and moisture in the air, and seemed to be able to sprout soon. Ovela stared at them

After looking for a long time, she didn't find any signs of one of the seeds breaking. She couldn't help but stretch out her hand and wanted to touch it, but the young man hid in no trace. He didn't blame him, but just looked at the girl in confusion.

That simple look made Ovela feel a little ashamed.

"I'm just," the girl stumbled her lips and quibbled, "I just wanted to help you drive away those bugs. They treat your hair as a nest."

The young man laughed silently, shook his head, said nothing, but began to search on the ground. Just as Ovela was curious about what he wanted to find, the young man suddenly reached out and picked up a broken grass stem from the ground.

.That was probably the stem of the primrose, because there was still a faint floral fragrance and a slightly dim smell on it.

It looks very ordinary, why is it worth looking for?

The girl's eyes seemed to be asking, but the young man smiled mysteriously and did not answer. Since Ovela woke up, he has not spoken, but for some reason, Ovela did not find it strange or surprised.

On the contrary, she felt very at ease, which was more at ease than huddling in the quilt to read in winter.

The young man weaves the stems of the grass in his hand into a ring. His fingers are incredibly clever, and they have a power to turn decay into magic. Even the ordinary grass ring seems to have become a master craftsman in the eyes of the girl.

The masterpiece of the soul and hard work, withered leaves, is like taking out new buds and forming jade under the sunlight, and sealing a warm and bright spring day with the perfect combination of nature and human power.

That was the most beautiful memory in a girl's life.

The young man stood up, knelt on one knee under her surprised gaze, and then slowly put the ring made of grass stem on the girl's ring finger. The two of them were about to part with their fingertips, but they could not pull away.

That kind of throbbing that is even more hazy than the morning fog and even more ignorant than the spring.

It was her gradually widening platinum pupils, slightly opened cherry-colored lips, and her mood of not knowing what color to use to describe.
Chapter completed!