In the claustrophobic space of eternal desolation, the cold wind chilled anyone's heart.

In the gorgeous corridor, Xin Xin's footsteps suddenly paused. He looked back towards the long silent corridor and was silent for a moment. There he seemed to see something that he could not see in the dark passage.

Xin Xin looked at Ming Yue. "I have something to do."

Ming Yue looked in the direction where Si Xin was looking, smiled, with an innocent and cute look on her face, and suddenly took two steps forward, pressing the person against the cold wall gently but not heavily, and said softly, with no clear meaning. "Her."

Are you here?"

The color of Xin Xin's eyes gradually deepened, and he slightly raised his chin rather casually. "You are thinking too much."

Mingyue paused and patted Xin Xin's face.

"Don't worry, I won't look back. But you have to catch up with me quickly."

Xin Xin looked at her deeply, nodded and said, "Thank you."

As Ming Yue's figure disappeared, the stairs winding down came to an end.

Xin Xin let out a long sigh and slowly turned his head towards the figure who appeared in front of him. "My friend, what do you mean?"

Yingmeng stood in front of him, her body covered with a thin layer of black mist, her eyes were lifeless, and there was a slight red light flickering in her eyes, which looked extremely strange under the moonlight. Her clothes were as red as blood, and she was probably extremely stained by blood.

Deep, the blush was still highlighted by her face. Her face looked pale and fragile, but strange for no reason, with some blood stains on it. "You don't trust me."

Xin Xin shook his head and then replied, "My friend, I just doubt you because you are so suspicious, but that is different from whether you believe it or not..."

He didn't continue because they both knew.

Ying Meng is too suspicious in every aspect. He suddenly appears and joins this class. With his unparalleled identity, his reaction in the corridor, the skills he practices, and his weird talent...

Ying Meng looked at Xin Xin with strange eyes, staring at his long black hair and his bright purple robe, as if trying to remember something from a long time ago. But she couldn't remember anything except the incomplete picture. "Friend.

, it seems that our friendship is not deep enough."

Xin Xin looked down at Ying Meng, stared at each other for two or three seconds, and spoke in a steady and powerful voice. "Maybe it's just that your definition of a friend is too perfect."

Yingmeng closed her eyes and smiled slightly.

A true friend can take risks together and escape danger together. In short, no matter what the situation, the two of them stay together and never abandon each other.

Maybe it's true

What's wrong is that her demands are too high.

The fragments resurfaced in her mind with a terrifying new meaning, and she remembered.

The fragrant snow dreams of butterflies, and the fragrant flowers and butterflies come naturally.

Once upon a time, there really was a person beside her—Little Snowball. Her Little Snowball.

In the past, she dared to guarantee that no matter what happened, as long as one of them was in trouble, the other would rush there without hesitation, and would do their best to help the other person even if they were at the end of the world. But now, she doesn't seem to have it.

That confidence...

They are no longer innocent. As they grow up, the world they see becomes wider, but the road becomes narrower and narrower. There is no longer only each other in each other's world. But she has changed, is afraid, has low self-esteem, and has experienced too much suppression.

, I no longer dare to hope for good things, no longer dare to expect, because only in this way will I not be disappointed or hurt.

They are no longer as ignorant as they were before, and their deep voices have replaced the clear and shrill voice of an oriole. Who can guarantee that nothing has changed at all?

Ying Meng twitched the corner of her mouth, and many absurd and grotesque thoughts ran through her mind, with a pair of bloody eyes looming. Finally, she put away the shadow of the sword behind her, and all her thoughts turned into one sentence. "Friend, not me."

Xin Xin glanced at her and just smiled, but his eyes were full of complexity. "I will try my best to believe that it has nothing to do with you." After saying that, he walked forward.

The two passed by each other without saying another word.

Ying Meng turned her head slightly and looked at his leaving figure. Oh, he went to chase his light... Ridiculous impulse... Envious courage.

Maybe her expectations were really too high. The person who would use the last layer of trust to cover the previous nine layers of doubts even if she had nine layers of doubts is a thing of the past.

The time spent walking together in the green mountains and refreshing forests, and staring at the budding green branches all afternoon may only belong to one age group. Youth and beauty are entering the quagmire of time.

After all, he is not Xiao Xue. Even if he has the same goals, even if he can do the things he likes and have fun together, he is still different after all. After all, they met at the wrong time. When they met, they were not as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, and regarded friendship as everything sacred.

...It turns out that warmth cannot be copied.

Ying Meng took one last look at the winding steps, her eyes seeming to be watching some weird and mysterious world. Finally, she turned back and followed the way she came, following the bloody footprints one after another.

The winding roses slowly climbed up the wall as they did centuries ago.

Shadow Dream walks in the white and ethereal light of the night pearl, this

The lights in the empty corridor slowly extinguished, and she walked aimlessly into the shadows. The memories of her childhood were connected together and slowly fell in front of her eyes. The dazzling light and shadow danced in front of her eyes like silent and elegant lights.

, as if dancing an ancient and solemn ritual dance.

Her former best friend stood in front of her with the intertwining light and shadow.

She immediately fell into an indescribable frenzy. She didn't know whether she was lucid or crazy, still asleep or had woken up from a dream.

She ran wildly in the dark corridor and passed through numerous rooms. The screams in the cold wind awakened her from numbness. She remembered, she remembered everything...

She looked at her white hands and fell into some kind of confusion. She remembered that she had done many ridiculous things. Looking at the delicate and complicated dark patterns around her, the moral poems she learned in her childhood flowed out of her hands without any hindrance.

Lip. What has she done?!

Waves of black mist silently and endlessly surrounded her, blowing her away into the thick darkness outside the window without touching her body.

She saw the Forgettable Flowers blooming in front of her. They contained some strange and strange fragrance, which attracted her but also deeply frightened her.

Just as she happily walked toward the sinful flower field, she was suddenly sucked into her body by the shimmering golden dust and the cold wind. She seemed to be running away from something cold and ruthless.

At that moment, she opened her eyes and saw light. This kind of light was not as dazzling as the sun, nor as cold as the moonlight. It was very warm, and it shone softly and magically in front of her eyes, like a mother.

The cradle is rocking and the music is humming softly.

This energy is familiar, the same as the one that saved her in the abandoned warehouse.

Ying Meng stared straight ahead, slowly approached, and asked in a low voice, "Han Xi?"

The ethereal white light set off by the faint blue fire suddenly disappeared, just like when he arrived, as if it had never existed, it was just another illusion.

Yingmeng believed that she had seen it. This scene was real. The goddess-like shadow gave her a different kind of familiarity, as if they came from the same origin, but she was light and she was darkness.

.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but lightly spit on herself. This was really ridiculous for her. She actually thought that she saw the person a thousand years later. Maybe it was just another illusion like the appearance of the little snowball.
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