"I caught you." Xiaolan smiled towards the flowers.
White smoke emerged from the well, and the flames became weaker and weaker. Hua Cong opened his mouth slightly and looked at Xiaolan and everything around him in shock.
"how come?……"
"This means that I should be the one to save you."
Xiao Lan pulled Hua Cong towards herself. Hua Cong's weight was beyond Xiao Lan's expectation. With almost only a little effort, Xiao Lan carried Hua Cong out of the well mouth.
Hua Cong sat on the cold bluestone, looking around in disbelief, and finally focused on Xiao Lan.
"Don't sit on the ground, it's too cold." Xiaolan said, reaching out to hold Hua Cong's bloody hand.
"I'm not cold," Hua Cong shook his head. "It's too hot in the well. It's been a long time since I... felt the cool air."
"I knew from the beginning that you would not let your world hurt me." Xiao Lan saw that Huacong was very nostalgic for the coolness of the ground, so he simply sat opposite her. "The Taoist priest said, the will of the master of the world can
If it affects the world, this is Hua Cong's own world, and you, the kind-hearted person, will never allow the world to hurt others."
"But my world... used to be..."
As if remembering something, Xiaolan suddenly took Hua Cong's arm.
"By the way Huazong, I have something to give you."
Xiaolan knelt on the ground, took the backpack behind her into her arms, and began to rummage through the contents of the backpack under Hua Cong's strange eyes.
Hua Cong was still a little unaccustomed to it, so she looked at Xiao Lan, then lowered her head to look at her bag.
Although I am very touched, but...
Is there something wrong with this girl? What's going on with this good-girlfriend-like atmosphere?
She is still like a roasted turkey, why doesn't she feel scared or weird at all?
"You...are you really not afraid of me?"
"Huh? Why are you afraid?" Xiaolan seemed to have found it through rummaging, and withdrew her hand with bright eyes.
"Found it, Huazong, this is for you!"
The flower scarf appeared, the rain soaked it a little damp, and it was no longer the fluffy and white look it had before.
"Yeah, I'm all wet."
Xiaolan frowned, held up the scarf with both hands and handed it to the flowers.
Hua Cong's black eyes suddenly brightened up. Looking at the scarf, the moist mist gradually enveloped her vision.
"this is mine……"
Huacong stretched out her fingers to touch it, looked down and saw her charcoal-like fingertips, and retracted her hand.
"It's your scarf."
Seeing this, Xiaolan shook off her white scarf and carefully wrapped it around Huazong's neck.
"It still smells of you and the smell of twigs. This is a scarf that belongs to you two sisters."
Hua Cong touched her white scarf with trembling hands, her eyes filled with tears.
"My scarf..."
Tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
The flowers began to change.
The areas burned by the fire began to heal, and the black scabs fell off piece by piece, revealing the white skin inside, and the hair became smooth.
The flowers returned to the beautiful appearance in my memory.
"Thank you, Xiaolan."
Hua Cong stroked her scarf, stood up from the ground, and looked at Xiao Lan with tender eyes.
"Are you going behind the boundary marker?"
Xiao Lan also stood up. Unknown to Hua Cong, the little girl had returned to the age of death. Xiao Lan looked up at her, who was tall and thin. The scarf matched her perfectly, and both looked pure and white.
Hua Cong smiled and shook her head.
"Xiaolan, you have just broken my boundary now. If you want to send me to the boundary monument, you still need to fulfill my obsession."
Xiaolan was listening carefully, but suddenly she realized that everything around her was slowly disappearing, even the gentle and gentle flowers were gradually disappearing. This chapter has been completed!