The princess finally did not wait for the prince.
She didn't wait for anyone.
Still struggling alone in the cold world.
She missed them very much, but it didn't help. Each of them was so far away from her, and it was heartache...so far away as if they were a dream, they couldn’t see clearly...
The blood dripped on the ice. She wanted to reach out to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, but she didn't have the slightest strength. Falling on the ice...
Her hands were in her heart, her eyebrows were tightly locked in pain... She didn't even have the strength to fuck, she shed tears unwillingly, and gradually despaired...
It's so white...
The whole world is white, so cold...
A princess dressed in white, lying in the icy world, only a little bit different from white on her body. Long black hair spread out wantonly on the ice, and the bright red blood at the corner of the mouth...
But all this seems so fragile and weak in this piece of white.
Is this the arrangement of fate
In the distance, a few brave and vigorous figures gradually approached... The princess's heart beat suddenly and violently, and her tears became more turbulent. Because I heard the familiar call...
In the call, she could feel the warmth of blood. This time, she was crying with joy, she knew. Her loyal messenger will never turn her back. It was faith that made them find her!
A sense of security brought relaxation, and she closed her eyes. She was satisfied, and life and death were a drop in the ocean at this moment for her. Through the ice, she could feel their temperature, the temperature from the heart...
Amidst the whiteness, they picked her up.
For twelve years, I have been haunted by this dream...
Not every day, but often. If a person is often haunted by the same dreams, can some memories be awakened
She has memories, and should open these memories, because these memories are the notes that call her home. With the notes jumping in her mind, she should be going home...
A dream explains everything but seems to hide everything. how come? How could it exist so lonely? Feeling warm in the cold? There is a heart-touching pain under the warmth? ! What kind of self is that? What kind of world