In the night, the light of the distant city shone slightly from the direction of the balcony door, illuminating the girl in a black and white gothic dress, black stockings and long sleeves covering her slender hands and feet,
Illuminate her figure that slowly disappears like a projection.
Consciousness returns to the body, eyes open to see the garden, the sea of flowers in the distance is sleeping peacefully and swaying outside the open-air balcony facing the world, making shallow waves.
Ling looked at the female figure in a dark blue dress standing there in front of her, and she looked at her gentle smile:
"It seems that you have already asked clearly, then I will..."
Shui Linlang looked at the slender figure standing in exactly the same position as the young man in front of her, smiled softly and said without any surprise:
"Welcome to China."
Leaving the manor, flying over the lonely and cold night sky of the capital, the lights below are like an ocean,
This time, she really saw the second-story hut.
The figure descended from the night sky, like a dream in a fairy tale where goblins came quietly to human homes, and the heels of the cowhide boots were silent on the floor.
Looking at Fangran who was hanging up in a daze and had been knocked out by his own thoughts, he had already entered a dream while swaying slightly,
Ling stood there watching him for a long time...
Then the small hands stretched out from the long sleeves, covering her hot and crimson cheeks,
The coldness and mist in those big light golden eyes melted into mist, full of deer-like panic.
I... the way I looked just now, isn't that strange...
He didn't find anything...
Am I going to be too fierce...
Returning from the floating island in the sky in the Mediterranean Sea, and returning to Huaxia, a country that she never thought of settling here, on the way back, she finally had time to recall the extra memory in her mind.
It feels like a dream, with the care of a little girl peeling candy lightly, connecting the pictures that suddenly appeared on the ice sea, the memories that did not happen in time but are very real,
Dreamy and beautiful, warm and sweet.
It was also the same mood that made Ling not know how to face Fangran, so she could only use false projections to slow down the panic of facing him directly...
And the instinct to throw himself into his arms.
Looking at the slightly swaying young man who had fallen asleep, she kept watching for a long time before she slowly regained her composure.
After confirming that the room was sealed once again, and no one would find out, Ling gently and carefully lifted his body with her thoughts, the mechanical cable disappeared silently, and put him on the bed.
Then the rolled cup quietly loosened, and was quickly torn apart by the turned young man.
Ling looked at his sleeping face, her light golden eyes unconsciously lost in thought.
In the past when she struggled to survive in that village, she never told anyone about the time when her wrist was broken, during the winter when food could not be found, when she was huddled in the collapsed ruins, even warm tears became a luxury,
With no parents, no home, she stayed there with nothing, not knowing if she would wake up tomorrow.
Cold, dark memories,
This is what Ling once remembered.
But now there, filled with warm light.
A pasture where you can enjoy the sun and a nap without heavy labor, a magical forest where you can find sweet and incredible fruits, a clear and transparent river with the aroma of grilled fish,
In that village in the early twentieth century, everything became different after having that young man.
He coldly grasped the picture of the officer's hair hitting the wooden table,
What Ling felt was a dreamlike warmth... and a strong peace of mind that firmly protected her.
Biting his lips lightly, he grasped his long sleeves with both hands. The emotion he had been suppressing finally surged in his eye sockets, making the already moist mist even more humid.
And not only that...
Beautiful clothes, steam trains, the bustling city of Milan a hundred years ago, the manor life surrounded by maids...
He took himself away from that remote and narrow village and saw a wider world.
Let this pair of cowhide ankle boots, which I made from my memory to comfort me, have a price of 50 lire silver coins, let the homeless girl who originally lived in the ruins become the focus of everyone in the kingdom's ball,
Let the icy rain in Milan,
It became a warm embrace that she could rely on.
-'If you help me, I'll help you'-
In the overlapping memories, it was the words promised by the young people who I thought were unreliable,
For this, he gave his heart and even rushed to the North Pole.
The way he was smirking at himself just now coincided with the way he faced the light and shadow on the ice sea,
Standing by the bed, the figure of the slender girl in the gothic skirt dissipated like a bubble, revealing a little girl who was standing on the carpet with bare feet and wearing only a white dress, who hadn't grown up yet.
It's like traveling through time from the memory of a hundred years ago.
Now Ling can fully confirm that this guy's usual stupid and cowardly appearance is just pretending by him, and he must also be pretending to be weak when he saw her just now.
Ling knew it was because he didn't know how to face himself.
But at the moment when she gently climbed onto the bed, her petite body slipped into the youth's quilt, and finally touched the embrace of the youth in her memory again, the carefree and happy journey in the carriage seemed to continue in a dream set sail...
The warmth finally flowed from the eyes, the girl shrank into the young man's arms and grabbed his chest, her immature voice was mixed with the choked tears that wanted to cry softly, making people wonder whether it was complaint or joy...
"You liar, idiot, said it all... let you hug me..."