“I can’t remember.” She couldn’t remember even if she thought about it carefully.

It was too early to remember, so she didn't think about it anymore. She closed her eyes and found a comfortable position in his arms.

 “Well...forget it, it’s just a dream.”

It’s a strange dream. If you can’t remember it, you can’t remember it.

“…” The man holding her didn’t say anything, but patted her back gently.

She quickly fell asleep, this time relaxing in his arms.

 Before falling asleep, she said vaguely: "You have to wake me up at seven o'clock...I have to wake up at seven o'clock...I still have work today..."

 “Hmm.” He responded flatly.

 She closed her eyes and hugged him with satisfaction: "That's great, I like you the most."

   …” means rhetoric.

　　　　　　

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 Dark sky, barren mountains and forests.

Wild grass, clusters of mixed trees, a big tree broke out of the soil, squeezed together -covering the sky, and also covering the sun that is about to fall into the sky.

The sun is half setting, and the temperature in the mountain forest has gradually dropped.

It was cool, the light was dim, and the towering trees blocked the rays of light in the sky, causing the entire forest to fall into darkness early.

The wind picked up, blowing over the yellow and rotting fallen leaves on the ground, and also blew the dense weeds to their waists.

The densely packed forest trees, growing together, looked like hanging mummies in the dim light, with their teeth and claws open, looking down hungrily at the people running on the ground.

 Running.

 Running quickly. Her white skirt and her frail and slender figure were like a frightened beautiful butterfly, shuttling through the dense forest.

 She ran very fast, as if she had used up all her strength.

 She was running in such a panic that one of her delicate and well-fitting embroidered shoes had already fallen away. She had no time to pick it up, and she didn't even have time to look back.

 The delicate feet stepped on the ground full of rotten fallen leaves. The gravel and fallen branches were sharp. After only a few steps, blood started to flow.

 The dark red blood, accompanied by the pricking pain on the skin, is almost extremely excruciating.

But she didn't dare to stop even for a moment. The tree branches scratched her thin dress and cut her arms. She gritted her teeth and ran as fast as she could.

I don’t know how long I ran - until I reached the point where my originally white and delicate feet had become **** and bloody.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the sun has already almost set.

Visibility in the woods is getting lower and lower, and the footsteps chasing behind are getting closer and closer.

Seeing that he was about to be caught and scratched with wounds all over his body, the man panicked and rolled down a small **** nearby.

There was a hole at the bottom of the slope. She huddled up in the hole and grabbed a dead branch nearby to cover it.

 She was very scared, very scared, but she never cried.

 Her body hurt, everywhere hurt, but she remained silent.

 Hide well and remain motionless.

The cave was so secluded that she should not have been discovered—except that she ignored her tracks.

The **** footprints were like pieces of fresh meat on the ground, extremely clear, attracting those who came to chase them.

 “Quick—move quickly—”

The torch came, and the light came with it, reflecting the extremely dark surroundings.

The sun has disappeared into the sky, leaving only a little light mercifully, stopping on the edge of the mountain.

There was a rush of footsteps, following the blood trail, and it was heard that there were about ten people holding torches, approaching the hill all the way.