At night, the southern continent can see the starry sky more clearly than the northern continent, and the twinkling stars look bright and beautiful.
Hermione, who was a little confused, looked at these gems set in the night and remembered some old memories. The fragmented memories began to connect together.
Am I still me? I can’t tell the difference.
In the past, the northern and southern continents were connected through narrow continental corridors. I occasionally visited those places a few times, or came to the southern continent through them. Unfortunately, they were all destroyed by man-made disasters!
Angelica, who was leaning against the stone below, hugged herself tightly and curled up next to the bonfire. The weather here would not get cold. This was an instinctive move in her genes.
I originally planned to be a passerby, but when I was actively prayed for, I couldn't help but provide some help and advice.
Sometimes I also ask myself the meaning of doing this, like a drowning person who floats on the water for a longer time giving some comfort to the sinking person.
I have a lot of things to deal with, and I am still thinking about other things all day long. Maybe Isolda is right.
Angelica, who was awakened by the dazzling sunlight, moved her numb and sore body. The hunger caused by the fasting spread throughout her body, and those fruits could not last long.
Hermione was still leaning in the shadow of the trees, and the occasional reflected cold light could clearly see the spider silk woven into a web underneath, as if waiting for prey.
A little scared, she stood up and stretched to relieve the fatigue caused by rest. What should she do now? Should she wake up?
Touching her already sunken belly, she headed towards the nearby woods, at least to find some food first.
"Don't eat the prickly and red one. You can't bear the toxins in it. Just throw it aside."
Angelica, who had just returned, was frightened by the sudden sound. After realizing that it was the familiar sweet and cold voice, she threw away a few fruits that smelled good.
"Thank you for reminding us when we will leave."
"You can eat on the road if you want. How much do you remember what I said?"
Angelica hurriedly told the contents of the holy scriptures that she remembered, and prayed devoutly, fearing that she would be left here because she was not satisfied.
"Don't be too nervous. I'm neither a bad person nor a good person. Just remember what I said. Let's just treat it as a deal. I'll let you go back safely and you'll pay the price for what I do."
Angelica, who couldn't feel any emotional changes, forced out a smile in response. After finishing the wild fruit she had picked, Hermione pulled her along and began to lose sight of the surrounding scenes.
When he came back to his senses, he was already in an area where the air was unbearably hot and humid and surrounded by tall primeval forests.
After a while, she unbuttoned the coat she put on, and the sweat inside couldn't stop flowing. It was only slightly cooler when she was close to Hermione, but she didn't dare to get too close, for fear of being killed directly.
The muddy road underfoot is wide, and thanks to the small stones paved on it, except for obvious vehicle tracks, it is basically passable.
There was a somewhat turbid river flowing into it, and she quickly followed Hermione towards the simple dock on the shore.
The huge log was pulled up to cut out the shape of a canoe and fell into the water. He was also pulled up by something and entered inside.
As soon as the people on the shore came to their senses, they only saw the lone boat drifting in the river quickly moving away. The indigenous people guarding there also lamented that it was a miracle, and the wood actually turned into a boat on its own.
However, the wood that seemed to be guarded by him had already disappeared by the time he shouted.
There is a lot of silt accumulation on the river banks here, and the banks are also virgin forests. Except for the indigenous people who use them to transport some small items, they basically have no great shipping value.
Compared to Hermione sitting directly on the cut-out seat, Angelica looked at the high-speed flowing river water on both sides and sat inside the hull, holding the position given to her with her hands.
The coolness brought by the high-speed flow relieved her from the heat just now. Compared with the highlands in the southeast, this place is very unsuitable for human survival.
"If you think it's too hot, you can take off your coat. There's no need to hold on. It won't shake."
"I will. Have you been here before? This doesn't seem to have any effect on you."
"Things that happened so long ago are so long that I can't even remember them. I can only bring back memories by walking on the road I've traveled."
Angelica, who wanted to ask how long it was, realized that she had made a mistake and quickly shut up. Although the other party was separated by a veil, she looked younger than herself, so don't think too much.
"Do you have someone you like?" Hermione said this out of nowhere for some reason. Angelica didn't recognize her, so she should have asked so that no acquaintance would know about it, right?
Only with some experience can you deal with problems you don't understand. You need to learn how to face Isolda. Even if she turns into an evil spirit, you have to face unresolved things.
Angelica was asked about the sudden change of topic, and her somewhat uncomfortable face turned bitter and sad.
"I originally had a fiancé, but later he left after seeing that my family fortune was gone. Maybe he has married some noble lady now."
The tone is mixed with some past memories and regrets, and finally turns into sighs and emotions. Just treat it as an experience!
"Is this how you feel when you like someone?" Angelica found Hermione coming to her and holding her face up. Her light blue pupils were as beautiful as the pure sky, and she seemed to be able to look straight into her inner thoughts.
Or maybe I am in that blue.
"Is it such a complicated emotion? I don't understand. I have never experienced it or thought about it. By the time I get to that age, I don't have much emotion anymore."
Hermione shook her head and said in confusion, letting go of Angelica, whose eyes were sinking and couldn't help but hug her, and let her return to her usual sober consciousness.
"Why is this happening? I really can't understand it. You can obviously find your own life, just like me, without any restrictions."
The emotions flowing out brought cold frost, freezing the originally hot river surface. Angelica couldn't help but move closer to the embrace in front of her from the cold.
"Each of us is free, why should we torture ourselves? We should live for ourselves!"
Mumbling to herself, Hermione controlled the energy released around her to dispel Angelica's coldness, hoping not to scare her.
"Why don't you let it go? Didn't he abandon you? I think you still have hesitation in your heart."
Two people of about the same size were squeezed into this small space. The strong Hermione almost forced Angelica to shrink back and lie down. She could only hesitantly say what was in her heart.
"But I can't forget those happy days. It was probably the happiest time in my life. What followed was a reality that was so overwhelming that I couldn't breathe."
"Is it because of this? Thank you for informing me. Although I still don't quite understand it, I may know something."
By the time Angelica wanted to ask something, her body had been lifted up and landed on a pier that was no less than a big city she had seen in her life.
There are old and new houses intertwined inside, and people of all colors are walking here, carrying luggage or carrying things.
There were also natives wearing animal skins pulling a row of tied people to sell, while people who were willing to buy gathered around and pointed.
