In the last second of losing consciousness, what I felt was that my arms were empty.
Although it was only half a month, but holding the petite girl seemed to have become a habit.
When I woke up in that stable, countless images flashed back in my mind, from the smell of hay in the windmill pasture to the cowhide boots on the shelf in the closet, from the carriage of the steam train to the magnificent ball that night,
Walk through the streets of Milan and through the wheat fields of Italy.
The feeling of icy cold enveloping the body came, and the air bubbles floated farther and farther away from me. It was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly, my body seemed to be falling, and it seemed that I was being hugged by someone.
But these feelings were hazy and unreal, making Fangran a little confused whether this was reality or a dream, but he slowly remembered one thing,
This is the feeling of him falling into the ice sea.
Did I... fell into the Arctic Ocean... .
Ah. Really... Fangran, you really made it this far.
Obviously just an idiot with no confidence.
Slowly closed his eyes, no longer relying on this little feeling to judge whether this is a dream or reality, Fang Ran let his body fall downwards.
It has been more than half a month since I rushed out of the campus without making a sound...
Recalling that night when he rushed out of Capital University in a panic and anxiously, it should have happened a few days ago, but Fangran somehow felt that a long time had passed.
At first, it was probably out of self-blame and guilt.
Knowing that Ling is in a crisis, and that he has been doing nothing for more than half a month, avoiding the self-blame and guilt of the night war world,
Touched by the man who spent half a century of his life for his love at the end of the summer vacation, he deliberately magnified his anxiety and guilt and went to the North Pole. He had never traveled far alone or taken a plane before.
With his eyes closed, the feeling of falling in the cold sea water disappeared at the moment when his consciousness was hazy. He seemed to have returned to the ten-hour flight, lying on the table at hand, looking at the night sea of clouds outside the window with blurred vision, and was in a drowsy trance.
I don't know who I've heard said,
Man himself is a creature that does not change, and man is a creature that changes only when he meets others.
Since taking that flight, how much have you changed
Heh, maybe from the time I met that golden goblin-like figure, I started to change...
The scene flashed past the airport, the hotel, the icebreaker, and the conversation with that beautiful stewardess, that capable woman, and that young man who was somewhat similar to him, making Fangran realize that this was really a dream.
Sorry, it will be fine in a while, I will wake up in a while.
Like a child snoozing, he muttered to someone he didn't know.
Only do what you can do, that's because you only do what you can do,
Really alone without any support, only the moment he stepped into the Arctic ice sheet, this is far from the scope of what he can do. No one knows how much he can rely on armor and compress biscuits during the so many hours of trekking. worrying and nervous.
But, it has to be done.
Only do what you can do, then you will always only do what you can do...
If you only want to stay in your daily life smoothly, you will never be able to become Ling's strength.
That's why I recognized my strength, so I forced out the courage to fight,
So decided to step into the world of night battles.
Facing the strongest combat force in the Evernight Palace on the ice sea, venting its strength, abandoning all its evasion and cowardice, and facing everything in front of it head-on,
For the first time, Fangran felt that those people who used to be very powerful were no longer far away from him.
Even so, the awareness as a participant is a bit late in awakening.
But it doesn't matter, Fangran.
You've really gotten this far.
As a real participant, you can control that power freely and calmly, and the truth of what happened a hundred years ago is unfolding before your eyes.
Then all that remains to be done may be just... .
The feeling on the ice field disappeared, and the dream seemed to return to the twilight when the ice sea fell. Fangran slightly opened his black eyes, as if he could catch the faint light, and sank down with confidence...
Then the dream wakes up.
Eyelashes trembling, little by little effort to open the black eyes,
Unexpectedly, the scene in front of him was not a dark space in the depths of the ice sea propped up by a force field, but a bright space glowing with a faint blue light.
Um
At the moment when the vision became clearer and clearer, there was a sharp pain of tearing all over his body. It was not the price of rushing back to Ling's place at any cost in the scene, but the burden of exhausting everything on the ice sea before entering the scene.
The moment I opened my mouth but couldn't make a cry, and there was nothing controllable about my body,
Fangran suddenly felt that he was not lying on the ground, but on some soft pillow, and a figure was slowly becoming clear in his blurred vision.
Like the reenactment of the night when he faced B-99 helplessly and could only collapse, Fangran saw the seductive and quiet witch with a black cloth cloak, which was different from the coquettish one exposed a hundred years ago.
"Are you awake?"
The witch's soft and seductive voice rang in his ears, Fangran opened his black eyes wide and looked at her at this moment,
In his memory, just a moment ago, he was still facing the terrifying and crazy her a hundred years ago in that small town.
He opened his mouth, but he still couldn't make a sound. He had squandered too much mana in the battle on the ice sea, and his body couldn't take it anymore.
"Is it hard?"
The pale and coquettish face was hidden under the black cloth hood, the witch looked at her doll that was about to break, and there was an unknowable amount of distress in her eyes,
So she stretched out her hand and placed it flat on Fangran's forehead. Her mind control was activated slightly, covering up the severe pain that made Fangran feel uncomfortable.
"Yes...you saved me again...?"
As if he had finally shaken off the heavy burden, he could finally spit out air from his throat. Looking at the witch in front of him, Fangran felt that this scene was like the one in the assessment scene.
She appeared by her side again when she was in a desperate situation.
"No, it's her."
The witch looked at Fangran with distress and tenderness, and tapped her finger lightly, and the black box floated up, with the coordinates of a space on it.
"She activated the space coordinates of this base and this thing."
His black eyes widened slowly, and Fangran looked at his black box in disbelief, never expecting it to do such a thing.
It's Ling...
Is it Ling...
yes... that's it
Exhaling slowly, Fangran felt a little relieved for some reason and closed her black eyes.
"Do you want to go up?"
"Um... "
The enchanting woman asked softly, and the quiet and hazy young man spoke affirmatively.
"Do you need me to lend you strength?"
Looking at the young man lying on her lap, the witch still had a charming slightly hoarse voice mixed with laziness and mystery, the witch asked softly, brushing the broken hair on his temples with her white fingers, her violet eyes lowered quietly. hang down.
The gentle breathing rose and fell slowly with the young man's chest, and there was no immediate answer to the silence,
Time seemed to flow quietly between the two of them at the moment.
It may have been a long time before Fangran slowly struggled to open his black eyes and looked at the person in front of him who he had only met a few times, but always asked her to help him for free for no reason, and said in a low voice, feeling guilty and sad:
"Is it really possible to do this..."
Then he saw the Witch smile.
"It's okay, Fangran."
Witch Violet's eyes overflowed with deep pampering, tolerance, warmth and other emotional smiles evoked at the corners of her mouth, and her soft words floated into Fangran as if humming a dreamy song ear.
"It doesn't matter if you want my strength, or you don't want to rely on me all the time, or you want to live in a carefree sunny world, or you want to change and get in touch with the world of night battles,"
"It's okay to be afraid, it's okay to be brave..."
She looked into Fangran's black eyes, and said softly and seriously:
"It doesn't matter what you choose."
Seeing the witch's smile, the black eyes slowly widened at this moment.
Have you ever thought that someone in the world can choose to be tolerant of everything about you, right or wrong.
The witch looked at him and smiled softly, the beating of her heart sounded in her chest, the moment she looked at her puppet, her violet eyes were full of love and doting, and she whispered full of love and affection. overflow.
"No matter what your choice is, I will stand by your side. I can be your mother, I can be your sister, I can also be your wife or lover...."
"I can be any dependence on you."
Fangran never thought that there would be such a person in the world.
He obviously maintained an important relationship, but it was the first time he had a serious conversation with a witch,
For the first time, I knew how much the figure in front of me loved and tolerated me.
"So you just need to live freely according to your own wishes."
The witch smiled softly. She stretched out her pale hand to caress the side face of her doll, but the moment her fingertips touched the skin of Fangran's cheek,
The pair of violet eyes froze slightly on the coquettish and beautiful face, and the witch, who always looked mysterious and ominous in a black cloth cloak on one side, was stunned.
The warmth of memories that do not exist in time strikes.
The witch lowered her head and stared at Fangran's expression in a daze for a moment, and then the surprise slowly melted into a slow daze and smile on her pale and coquettish face.
The black cloth hood slipped off, she rubbed her hands on the cheek of the young man who was resting on her lap, slowly lowered her upper body to cover the glimmer of light and approached those black eyes, black hair slipped from one of her snow-white shoulders,
In the base at the bottom of the Arctic Ocean, the pitch-black youth and the witch in the black skirt are close together,
Violet's eyes were full of love and moisture, and her deep voice sounded softly as if it had spanned a hundred years.
"I found you... ."