It was windy and snowy in the snow-capped mountains, and in the vast white mountains, there was a little girl in thin clothes walking slowly and unsteadily.
It was such a cold area, but she was only wearing a gray cloth with the number "048" written on it, like a serial number.
Da da.
The little girl looked to be only five or six years old. She was so young and very thin, and she looked like she had not eaten properly.
"call..."
She was breathing out from her little mouth and looked very weak. There seemed to be a flame burning in the depths of her dim eyes, which was probably the last force supporting her.
If it were any ordinary child, she would have collapsed long ago, but she was still moving forward, as if she wanted to get out of this white zone.
Step by step, I walked higher and higher, and my footprints were quickly covered and disappeared in the wind and snow.
The little girl reached the top of the hillside, as if she wanted to stand at the top to see the way out, but when she stood there, she seemed to be stagnant.
It's still dark yet, so I can still see clearly.
There is still a vast expanse of white ahead, with no end in sight and no way out.
Looking back, all the footprints have disappeared. There is no way to go back, we can only move forward.
She didn't know how long she had been stagnant, but her eyes finally regained some of their energy. She didn't speak, but walked downwards and continued to move forward.
Just when she was halfway there, the snow beneath her feet suddenly collapsed.
boom.
The little girl fell on the snow-colored hillside, rolled downwards, and finally fell into the white snow. Her will was exhausted by the cold, and now she was at the end of her rope.
She was unable to get up, and snow gradually accumulated on her back.
Very tired and sleepy, these were the only feelings she had left, and her spirit was numb.
But she vaguely remembered those expressionless but extremely cruel faces.
I don't want it to end like this, it's not over yet...
Wow.
There was black mist emanating from the little girl's body.
"Woo..."
But the black mist quickly disappeared, and the little girl who had been motionless also let out a whine, as if she had been forced out of her strength. She pushed herself up slightly, kneeling there but still unable to get up.
The little girl looked up at the falling snowflakes in the sky. She seemed to have reached the end soon.
【The power of Yin...】
Are you hallucinating?
I seem to hear a woman's voice...
Wow.
In front of the little girl, the wind and snow gathered and swirled, as if they had formed a human shape.
She was a beautiful woman who matched this white world. She had long snow-colored hair, snow-colored pupils, and even her eyelashes were snow-white. She was wearing a robe of the same color. She was like a beauty walking out of a painting.
Same.
so beautiful...
The little girl knelt there, speechless, but her brain was still running slowly.
But the snow-haired woman didn't speak again, she just floated in mid-air and looked at the little girl.
At this time, the little girl seemed to realize something, and she tried her best to open her mouth.
"please..."
She didn't even have much energy left to speak, but she was still struggling to continue this broken path.
"help me."
The snow-haired woman stared at the obviously weak little girl in front of her. She didn't open her mouth, but she made a sound.
【Yes, but there are conditions.】
The little girl was unable to speak and just looked at the snow-haired woman.
【After completing what you want to do, your body belongs to me.】
The little girl didn't show any signs of dullness when she heard this condition. She looked helplessly at the snow-haired woman in front of her and blinked her eyes.
No words or any expression.
But the answer has already been delivered.
The snow-haired woman raised her flawless palm, as white as jade, and a silver-white glow emerged, unfolding a pattern intertwined with gorgeous lines in front of the little girl.
Buzz.
Countless threads are drilled out of the pattern, connecting the snow-haired woman and the little girl.
【Contract completed.】
Wow.
The body of the snow-haired woman turned into white light and poured into the little girl's body.
The broken path was continued, opening up her second journey.
【You can call me Snow Girl, what is your name?】
"...Nagazawa En."
Four years later.
The little girl was nine years old. She found those who survived the destruction of the laboratory and formed a revenge society.
Over the years, her hands were stained with blood and she gained great wealth, but these were just tools she used for a better survival.
She doesn't care about wealth.
"We found 0137."
In a villa, several people sat together and placed a stack of information on the table.
Yun Nagasawa, who was only nine years old, took the information, scanned it roughly, and locked his eyes on the photo of a girl of the same age on the information.
"Hoshinomiya...Yoko."
There was a blond boy beside him who was stroking his newly dyed hair. He smiled and said, "That's great. How about I learn from her and lead a new life? She seems to be living a good life."
Nagasawa Yuan looked at the girl in the photo expressionlessly.
Someone around me asked: "It's strange, why was she not corrupted by the power of Yin? According to our investigation, she was picked up and sent to an orphanage after the laboratory was destroyed. She was later adopted, and she has not been there to this day.
There is no record of serious illness.”
The blonde girl said thoughtfully: "Did the power of Yin disappear on its own?"
Everyone was silent. They just felt that the possibility was not high. Anyway, everyone present was in the same situation, but the girl in the information was obviously not the same thing.
At this time, Nagasawa Yuan stood up and walked out.
"Where are you going?"
"Go and see this guy."
Tokyo Arakawa.
The eyes of many passers-by were attracted by the little girl with exquisite appearance and refined temperament.
What a beautiful little girl!
Could it be that she is a child star or model somewhere?
Outside an elementary school, Nagasawa Yuan stood quietly under a tree.
After a long time, the little girl who looked exactly like the one in the photo appeared in sight, with a boy and a girl beside her.
Following them to a park, it seemed that the time had come and the three of them were ready to separate.
At this time, the nine-year-old girl met Yu Nagasawa.
"Um?"
The girl glanced at Nagasawa Yuan in confusion, and the two passed by each other. But after the girl took a few steps, she suddenly stopped and turned back to look at Nagasawa Yuan.
"Um...are you lost?"
Nagasawa Yuan turned around and looked at the girl and asked, "Are you Hoshimiya Yoko?"
"Do you know my name?" The girl was a little surprised. She suddenly thought of something and said with a smile: "We are from the same school! Which class are you in?"
Nagaze Yuan looked at the girl and said nothing.
When Xiao Yangzi saw that she didn't speak, she felt puzzled. She couldn't help asking: "Can't you find your parents?"
Nagasawa Yuan still didn't speak.
But this also made the innocent Xiao Yangzi think that was the case. After thinking about it, she walked forward and said with a smile: "Where is your home? I will take you back!"
"I don't want to go back yet."
"That's it..."
Xiao Yangzi's big eyes flashed, and after thinking for a moment, he smiled and said, "Then let me sit here with you for a while!"