The room was quiet and quiet, and the wind chimes sounded softly next to the young man who was hung up again...
In the night, the light from the city in the distance shone in slightly from the direction of the balcony door, illuminating the girl wearing a black and white Gothic dress, black stockings and long sleeves covering her slender hands and feet.
Illuminating her figure that slowly disappears like a shadow.
The consciousness returned to the original body, and when I opened my eyes I saw the garden. The sea of flowers in the distance was sleeping and swaying peacefully outside the open-air balcony open to the world, making shallow waves.
Ling looked at the female figure standing there in front of her, wearing a dark blue dress, and she looked at herself with a gentle smile:
"It seems that you have already asked clearly, then I will..."
Shui Linlang looked at the slender figure in front of her who was exactly the same as the young man who once stood. She smiled softly and said without any surprise:
"Welcome to China."
Leaving the manor, she flew through the lonely and cold night sky of the capital. The lights below were as bright as an ocean. Ling had seen many such bustling scenes, but she had never landed.
Only this time, she really saw the two-story hut.
The figure descended from the night sky, like a dream in a fairy tale where a fairy quietly comes to a human home, and the heels of the cowhide short boots made no sound on the floor.
Looking at Fangran who was hanging up in a daze and had been knocked out by his own thoughts, he fell into sleep while swaying slightly.
Ling stood there and looked at him for a long time...
Then his small hands stretched out from his long sleeves and covered his hot and crimson cheeks,
Those big light golden eyes had a cold and misty look, full of deer-like panic.
I...what I looked like just now wasn't very strange...
He didn't notice anything...
Am I being too cruel...
Returning from the floating island in the sky in the Mediterranean Sea, back to China, a country she had never thought of settling here, she finally had time on the way back to recall the extra memory in her mind.
It feels like a dream, with the care of a little girl gently peeling candy, connecting the sudden images on the ice sea, memories that did not happen in time but are extremely real.
Dreamy, beautiful, warm and sweet.
It was also such a feeling that Ling didn't know how to face Fang Ran, so she could only use false projections to slow down the panic of facing him directly...
And the instinct to throw myself into his arms.
She looked at the slightly swaying young man who had fallen asleep for a long time before she slowly regained her composure.
After once again confirming that the room was sealed and that no one would notice, Ling gently and carefully used her mind to lift his body. The mechanical cable disappeared silently and placed him on the bed.
Then the rolled cup quietly loosened and was quickly pulled open by the young man who turned over.
Ling looked at his sleeping face, her light golden eyes unconsciously lost in thought.
She never told anyone about the past when she struggled to survive in that village. The time when her wrist was broken and she huddled in the collapsed ruins in the winter when she couldn't find food. Even warm tears became a luxury.
She had no parents, no home, she stayed there with nothing, not knowing whether she would be able to wake up tomorrow.
cold, dark time,
This is Ling's memory.
But now it is filled with warm light.
There is no heavy work, a pasture where you can enjoy the sunshine and nap, a magical forest where you can find incredibly sweet fruits, a clear and transparent river with the aroma of grilled fish,
In that village in the early 20th century, everything became different after having that young man.
The scene where he coldly grabbed the officer's hair and smashed it against the wooden table.
What Ling felt was a dreamlike warmth...and a strong peace of mind that firmly protected her.
Biting her lips lightly, she grasped her long sleeves with both hands. The emotions she had been holding back finally surged in her eyes, making the already moist mist even more moist.
And not only that...
Beautiful clothes, steam trains, the bustling city of Milan a hundred years ago, manor life surrounded by maids...
He took himself away from the remote and narrow village and saw the wider world.
Let this pair of cowhide short boots, which are just made out of memories for self-comfort, have a price of 50 lire silver coins, and let the wandering girl who originally lived in the ruins become the focus of everyone at the kingdom's dance party.
Let the freezing rain in Milan,
It became a warm embrace that she could rely on.
He is her dependence.
-'If you help me, I will help you'-
In the overlapping memories, I heard the young man I thought was unreliable saying his voice in agreement.
For this, he sacrificed his heart and even rushed to the North Pole.
The look of him smiling stupidly at himself just now coincided with the hustle and bustle of facing that light and shadow on the ice sea.
Standing beside the bed, the figure of a slender girl in a Gothic skirt suddenly dispersed like bubbles, revealing a little girl who had not yet grown up and was walking on the carpet with bare feet and only wearing a white skirt.
It's like traveling through time from the memory of a hundred years ago.
By now Ling was completely sure that this guy's usually stupid and cowardly look was just an act of his, and the weak look he saw just now must also be an act of his.
Ling knew it was because he didn't know how to face himself.
Just when she gently climbed onto the bed, her petite body got into the young man's quilt, and finally truly felt the young man's arms in her memory again,
On the light blue interface, a piece of data is slowly restored, like licking the heart of one's favorite candy, watching the young self wearing a sarong by the stream, sleeping peacefully on the seat of the steam train, in
Holding a small umbrella for sightseeing on the streets of Milan, laughing in the fields and fields,...
Turning over a photo, looking at the time frame on the carriage with the young man raising his scissor hands in front of him, the carefree and happy journey with the carriage seemed to continue to set sail in a dream...
Letting the warmth finally flow from her eyes, the girl shrank into the young man's arms and grabbed his chest. Her childish voice was mixed with choked tears that she wanted to cry, making people wonder whether they were complaints or joy...
