In the night, the light of the distant city shone in from the direction of the balcony door, illuminating the girl wearing a black and white gothic dress, black stockings and long sleeves covering her delicate hands and feet.

Illuminate her figure that slowly disappears like a projection.

Consciousness returned to the body, and I opened my eyes to see the garden, and the sea of ​​flowers in the distance swayed peacefully outside the open-air balcony open to the world, swaying shallow waves.

Ling looked at the female figure standing there in front of her, wearing a dark blue dress, she looked at her gentle smile:

"It seems that you have already asked clearly, then I will once again..."

Shui Linlang looked at the slender figure who stood in the same position as the former youth, smiled softly and didn't say anything unexpectedly:

"Welcome to Huaxia."

Leaving the manor, flying across the lonely and cold night sky of the capital, the lights below are like an ocean,

This time, she really saw the two-story hut.

The figure descended from the night sky, as if the fairy in a fairy tale came quietly to the dream of a human home, and the heels of cowhide boots were silent on the floor.

Seeing that Fang Ran, who was hung in a daze and was fainted by his own thoughts, had entered a dream while swaying slightly.

Ling stood there watching him for a long time...

Then his small hands stretched out from the long sleeves, covering his hot and blushing awkward cheeks,

Those big light golden eyes melted into the cold and wet look, full of deer-like panic.

I... just now, isn't it strange...

Didn't he find anything...

Am I too fierce...

Returning from the floating island in the sky on the Mediterranean Sea, returning to Huaxia, a country that she had never thought of settling here, she finally had time on the way back to remember the extra memory in her mind.

It feels like a dream, with the care like a little girl gently peeling off the candy, connecting the scenes that suddenly appeared on the ice sea, the memory that did not happen in time but is extremely real,

Dreamy and beautiful, incredibly warm and sweet.

It was also in such a mood that Ling didn't know how to face Fang Ran and could only use false projections to ease the panic of directly facing him...

And the instinct to plunge into his arms.

Watching the young man who was asleep slightly shaking, she had been watching for a long time before she slowly recovered her calm.

Once again confirmed the blockade of the room, and no one would find out, Ling gently and carefully supported his body with thought force, the mechanical cable disappeared silently and put him on the bed.

Then the rolled cup quietly loosened, and was soon torn apart by the young man who turned over.

Ling looked at his sleeping face, her light golden eyes in a daze.

In the past that she struggled to survive in that village, she never told anyone that her broken wrist was shrunk in the collapsed ruins in the winter when no food was found, and even the warm tears became extravagant.

Without parents, without home, she stayed there with nothing, wondering if she could wake up tomorrow.

Cold, dark memory,

This is the memory of Ling once.

But now there is full of warm light.

Without heavy work, enjoy the sunshine and nap on the pasture, you can find the magical forest of sweet incredible fruits, and the clear and transparent river with the aroma of grilled fish.

In the village in the early twentieth century, everything changed after the youth.

He coldly grabbed the officer’s hair and smashed it against the wooden table.

What Ling felt was the dreamlike warmth...and the powerful peace of mind that firmly protected her.

Biting his lip lightly, holding his long sleeves tightly with both hands, the feelings he had been holding back finally surged in his eyes, making the already wet 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 small village and saw a wider world.

Let this pair of leather short boots made from my comfort in memory, with the price of 50 lire silver coins, make the wandering girl who originally lived in the ruins become the focus of everyone in the dance party of the kingdom.

Let the cold rain in Milan,

It became a warm embrace she could rely on.

-‘If you help me, I will help you too’-

In the overlapping memory, it is the words of the young man who he thought was unreliable,

For this, he gave his heart and even rushed to the North Pole.

The way he smiled silly at himself just now coincides with the light and shadow he faced directly on the ice sea.

Standing by the bed~lightnovelpub.net~ The figure of a slender girl in a gothic skirt disappeared like a bubble, revealing her barefoot stepping on the carpet, wearing only a white skirt, and she was still young girl.

It's like passing through time from the memory of a hundred years ago.

So far, Ling can completely confirm that this guy’s usual stupid and constrained appearance was only pretended by him, and he must have pretended to see his weak appearance just now.

Ling knew that because he didn't know how to face himself.

Just when she gently climbed onto the bed, her petite body got into the quilt of the youth, and finally touched the embrace of the youth in the memory again, the carefree and happy journey in the carriage seemed to continue in a dream set sail...

Let the warmth finally flow from her eyes, the girl retracted into the arms of the young man and clutched his chest, her immature voice mixed with sobbing tears that wanted to cry, making people wonder whether it was complaining or joy...

"You liar, idiot, all said... let you hold me..."

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