Mo Hen couldn't help but chuckled and sneered. It turned out that I was still dead. In that world, the funeral should be deserted, no one came? Now? Are you doing time travel? Such a bloody plot has happened...
Since she came, she would be content with her. She is not Jibu Mohen, she is just cold Mohen. She doesn't have to learn anything about Jibu Mohen. She is her, the girl who looks down on the world indifferently. So what if there is no family affection, anyway
She disdains such a thing at all, and she has never gotten it, right? After a while, she regained her smile.
Mo Hen then remembered how she wanted to look at her. She walked to the mirror and looked at the person in the mirror. She was still the same as before, with a head of ink color and long hip hair, and a cold pupil with deep cold light.
However, the body seems to be much petite, probably only at 11 or 12 years old, with delicate facial features, deep eyes, and a faint smile. Looking back on the many financial reports and math and physics history that were remembered in my mind, I realized that I realized that
She still existed, so she smiled with confidence. She still wanted to survive. Without wisdom, she would not be able to survive in a strange environment.
The boring months in the hospital have passed, and Mo Hen is about to be discharged. The nurses in the hospital feel very strange. Why has this girl been in the hospital for so long but never seen her family visit her?
As for her, she didn't cry or make a fuss, and was a little strange. Many colleagues had seen her sitting in front of the window and looking into the distance, her long black hair was flying without saying a word. What's wrong with her? She was so mature, that
It makes people... feel distressed?
Mo Hen took the train back to Tokyo. According to the memory of "Mo Hen", he found the small villa given by the Jibu family. Although this is a villa, it is not far from the city center. It is very secret and not very attractive.
People were watching. Standing in front of the door, looking at this huge villa, there was disdain in my smile. Yes, disdain. Because the Leng family's villa rooms are more than three times larger than this one. However, Mo Hen still left
Go in because she has no choice at this moment.
If you want to survive in this dirty society, you must learn to be patient.
When you enter the outer door, there is a large garden inside. There are many European fountains in the garden. The garden surrounds a building that looks like an ancient castle, and it seems that it is the main house.
Mohen walked towards the center of the garden, and the entire path leading to the main house was planted with large patches of red roses, but they all withered and must have not been cleaned for a long time.
Walking into the castle, it was quite clean and tidy, all of which were European-style things. Wool carpets and retro columns. In the center of the hall is a circle of stairs, with dozens of rooms on it, all with separate bathrooms.
and balcony.
The ink color is everywhere in the castle.
Mo Hen nodded, which was her favorite style. It didn’t require too many cumbersome fancy styles, or too bright colors. As long as there was ink color, it was enough. Her world never needed other beautiful and dazzling colors. Ink color was
Once other colors are dyed, it can be rendered and decomposed quickly. It will be dyed black and dyed black and dyed green... It will be dyed black and has its own world.