The last second I lost consciousness, I felt that my arms were empty.
Although it was only for a short period of half a month, holding the petite girl seemed to have become a habit.
Starting from waking up in that stable, countless images flashed back in my mind, from the smell of hay in the windmill pasture to the cowhide short boots on the shelf in the closet, from the steam train carriage to the magnificent ball that night,
Walk through the streets of Milan and through the wheat fields of Italy.
A cold feeling enveloped my body, the bubbles floated farther and farther away from me, and it was so dark that I couldn't see anything.
My body seemed to be falling, and it seemed to be being held by someone.
But these feelings were hazy and unreal, and Fangran couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream. However, he slowly remembered one thing,
This is what he felt like falling into the ice sea.
Did you... fall into the Arctic Ocean...
Ah...really...Fangran, you have really made it this far...
He is obviously just an idiot with no confidence, but he actually came to the North Pole...
He slowly closed his eyes, no longer relying on this slight feeling to judge whether this was a dream or reality, and let his body fall downwards.
It has been more than half a month since I rushed out of the campus without saying a word...
Recalling that night when he rushed out of Beijing University in a panic, it should have happened a few days ago, but it made Fangran feel like a long time had passed.
What started out was probably self-blame and guilt.
I learned that Ling was in a critical situation, and that I had been doing nothing for more than half a month, avoiding the troublesome world of night fighting and feeling guilty and guilty.
I was touched by the man who spent half a century of his life for his love at the end of the summer vacation. I deliberately magnified my anxiety and rushed to the North Pole guiltily.
Obviously, I had never traveled far by myself before, nor had I ever flown on a plane.
With his eyes closed and his consciousness dim, the feeling of the cold water falling disappeared, and he seemed to be back on that ten-hour flight.
Lying on the table at hand, I stared at the night sea of clouds outside the window with blurred vision, in a trance.
I don’t know who I’ve heard it said,
Man himself is a creature that does not change, but he is a creature that changes only when he meets others.
How much have you changed since you got on that flight?
Ha, maybe I started to change from the moment I met that golden fairy-like figure...
The scene flashed past the airport, hotel, icebreaker, and the conversation with that beautiful stewardess, that capable strong woman, and that young man who was somewhat similar to me.
Let Fangran realize that this is really a dream.
Sorry, it'll be fine in a while. I'll wake up in a while.
Like a sleepy child, he muttered to someone.
You will only do what you can do, that is because you only do what you can do,
There is really no support for a person, only the moment he steps into the Arctic ice sheet. This is far away from the scope of what he can do.
No one knew how nervous and uneasy he felt while leaning on his armor and compressing biscuits during the so many hours of trekking.
But, it must be done.
Only do what you can do, then you will always do what you can do...
If you just want to stay calm in your daily life, you will never be able to become Ling's strength.
So I recognized my own strength, so I had the courage to fight,
So I decided to enter the world of night fighting.
The moment when the ice sea faced the strongest combat power of the Nightless Palace, venting its strength, giving up all its escape and cowardice, and facing everything in front of it,
For the first time, Fangran felt that the people he once thought were so powerful were no longer far away from him.
Although, as a participant, my awakening is a little late.
But it doesn't matter, Fangran.
You've really made it this far.
As a true participant, you can already freely and calmly control that power. The truth of what happened a hundred years ago is also unfolding before your eyes.
Then what's left to do may be just...
The feeling on the ice sheet disappeared, and the dream seemed to return to the night when the ice sea fell. Fangran opened his black eyes slightly,
It seems like I can catch that glimmer of light and sink with confidence...
Then the dream awakens.
The eyelashes trembled, and I struggled to open my dark eyes little by little,
The scene in front of me was unexpected. It was not a dark space deep in the ice sea supported by a force field, but a bright space glowing with a faint blue light.
Um?
The moment his vision became clearer and clearer, the sharp pain that ripped through his body came. It was not the cost of rushing back to Ling at all costs in the scene.
It is the burden of exhausting everything on the ice sea before entering the scene.
The moment I opened my mouth, but no shout came out, and there was nothing I could control in my body,
Fangran suddenly felt that he was not lying on the ground, but pillowed on something soft. A figure was slowly becoming clearer in his blurry vision.
It's like a repeat of that night when he was so helpless and helpless in the face of B-99 that he could only collapse.
Fangran saw the witch who was different from the coquettish one exposed a hundred years ago. She was wearing a black cloth cloak and had a mysterious and quiet appearance.
"Are you awake?"
The witch's soft and seductive voice sounded in his ears. Fangran opened his black eyes wide and looked at her at this moment.
In his memory, just a moment ago, he was fighting against the terrifying and crazy her a hundred years ago in that small town.
He opened his mouth, but as expected, no sound came out. He had squandered too much magic energy in the battle on the ice sea, and his body could no longer bear it.
"Is it hard?"
Her pale and voluptuous face was hidden under the hood of black cloth. The witch looked at her doll that was about to be broken, with an unknown amount of distress in her eyes.
So she stretched out her hand and placed it flat on Fangran's forehead. She activated her mental control slightly, covering up the severe pain that made Fangran uncomfortable.
"Yes...you saved me again...?"
It was as if a heavy burden had finally been thrown off, and the air could finally be exhaled from the throat.
Fangran looked at the witch in front of him and felt that this scene was like the scene in that assessment scene.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! She appeared next to him again when he was in desperate situation.
"No, it's her."
The witch looked at Fangran with distress and tenderness. She tapped her finger and the black box floated, with the coordinates of a space lighting up on it.
"She activated the spatial coordinates of this base and this thing."
His black eyes slowly opened, and Fangran looked at his black box in disbelief, never expecting that it could do such a thing.
It's Ling...
Is it Ling...
Yes...that's it...
Exhaling slowly, Fangran felt a little relieved for some reason and closed his black eyes.
"Want to go up?"
"Um..."
The enchanting woman asked softly, and the quiet and hazy young man spoke affirmatively.
The two are just like the scene where they first met, except this time their positions are switched.
"Do you need me to lend you my strength?"
Looking at the young man lying on her lap, the witch still had a charming and slightly hoarse voice mixed with laziness and mystery, and asked softly,
White fingers brushed the broken hair on his temples, and his violet eyes lowered quietly.
The gentle breathing slowly rose and fell with the young man's chest, and there was silence without an immediate answer.
Time seemed to slip by quietly in the silence between the two of them.
It may have been a long time before Fang Ran slowly struggled to open his dark eyes and looked at the person in front of him who he had only met a few times, but he always asked her to help him for free for no reason.
Feeling guilty and sad, he whispered:
"Is this really possible..."
Then he saw the witch smile.
"it does not matter."
The eyes of the witch Violet overflowed with deep affection, tolerance, warmth and all other emotions, and a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth,
Her soft words floated into Fangran's ears like a dreamy song.
"Whether you want my power, whether you don't want to rely on me all the time, whether you want to live in a carefree world of sunshine, whether you want to change and come into contact with the world of night fighting,"
"Whether you are afraid or brave..."
She looked into Fangran's dark eyes and spoke softly:
"Whatever you choose, it doesn't matter."
Looking at the witch's smile under the black cloth, her black eyes slowly widened at this moment.
Have you ever thought that there is someone in the world who can choose to tolerate anything you do, whether it is right or wrong?
The witch looked at him and smiled softly, her heart beating loudly in her chest. The moment she looked at her puppet,
The depths of her violet eyes were filled with love and favor, and whispers overflowed from her eyes.
"No matter what your choice is, I will be on your side. I can be your mother, I can be your sister, I can also be your wife or lover..."
"I can be anything you depend on."
Fangran never thought that there would be such a person in the world.
Obviously maintaining important contacts,
But the first time he had a serious conversation with the witch,
For the first time, I knew how much the figure in front of me loved and tolerated me.
"So you just need to live freely and freely according to your own 'wish'."
The witch smiled softly, and she stretched out her pale hand to touch the side of her doll's face.
But the moment the fingertips touched Fangran's cheek skin,
The violet eyes on her voluptuous and beautiful face were slightly stagnant, and the witch's mysterious and ominous figure wearing a black cloth cloak on one side was stunned.
The warmth of memories that do not exist in time comes.
The witch lowered her head and stared at Fang Ran in trance for a moment, and then the surprise slowly melted into surprise and a touch of nostalgia on her pale and charming face.
The black cloth hood fell off, and she rubbed her hands on the cheeks of the young man who was pillowing her legs. She slowly lowered her upper body to cover the dim light and got closer to those black eyes.
Black hair fell from one of her white shoulders,
In the base at the bottom of the Arctic Ocean, a dark young man lies in the arms of a witch who has spanned a long time, with his black skirt spread out,
Violet's eyes were lowered, full of love and moisture, and the low voice sounded like a nostalgic voice that spanned a hundred years.