【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

In my ears, it's so quiet and yet so noisy.

The wind and the sea water intertwined and sang together, rubbing each other along with the fine sand underneath, emitting ambiguous and detailed echoes, as if even the moonlight could penetrate the night and deliver gentle brightness into her eyes.

There seemed to be melodious and crisp singing.

It was noble and innocent, as if kneeling in front of a god, with everyone around praying, but this song was recited silently countless times -

"May the Lord be safe."

If the girl hadn't been so stiff and numb right now, she would have really wanted to see what kind of people they were and what kind of gods they were singing to.

Another wave of waves rushed toward her face softly, sweeping away the fine sand that was originally attached to her face and moistening her eyelashes.

Then there were waves, one after another, tickling her skin, which made her feel a little itchy, but she immediately took over the use of this body.

What you see is a blue that is so rich that it is almost black, with dense white floating on it. Looking forward, not so far away, is a pair of wooden clogs that are a little heavy because they are wet with sea water. On top of them are a pair of poles. In contrast, the white feet are gently controlling the slightly heeled wooden clogs, scattering traces like milk foam on the sea.

The waves that woke up the girl were the ripples caused by the dance steps on the sea. The moment the dance steps fell, the connection between the girl and this time and space was implicated.

The girl's palms rested on the soft sand, and she slowly raised her body up. She blinked her uncomfortable eyes, but her eyes were still hazy. Under the misty moonlight, she could see a soft and ethereal back, broad and broad. The cuffs of her sleeves were swaying, as if borrowing a wave from the sea, or cutting a piece of moonlight into the night.

The wide sleeves slid down as the owner raised his hand, revealing a white and slender arm. The arm turned and shook, and the folding fan in the palm of his hand opened with a "swish" and then closed with a "snap". As if it were alive, it was incredibly agile, pulling the delicate and thin body to dance with it, and finally prompted the owner to turn his head under the moonlight.

"...!"

There is no doubt that the man's face is exquisite, but now his face is slightly flushed for unknown reasons. His eyelashes that were originally slightly drooped slowly opened up, and they widened the moment he saw the girl. The clear purple in his eyes showed the surprise underneath, like some kind of little beast with wet eyes.

"Ah, that-"

The man's feet panicked for a moment, and he made a clear sound of water. He looked at the girl with curiosity in his eyes, and he took his hand back with some hesitation, as if he was thinking:

"Hello?"

Ah, see clearly.

A wanderer - to be precise, a wanderer.

Although the overly polite tone of his speech was somewhat divorced from the image of the wanderer left in the girl's heart, she felt a strange sense of harmony when she looked at the face that was clearly the same but seemed extra soft.

The admirer looked at the girl sitting on the shallow beach without responding for a long time, and tilted her head strangely.

So beautiful...mute?

Ah, maybe he's deaf-mute.

Sign language, why are you calling?

The Qingqi man pinned the two fans behind his waist, stretched out his hands, and started making gestures not so smoothly.

"Hello, do you need help?"

"Pfft-"

The girl listened to the curious person stumbling and gesticulating, and mumbling to himself in a particularly soft voice. All this was so contrasting in the girl's eyes that it could even be called cute, which made her endure. I couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm not deaf," the girl paused with her eyes bent, then added, "Obviously, I'm not mute either."

"Hey," Qinqi's expression was obviously flustered for a moment when he heard the girl's voice. His feet moved through the water again, and his cheeks turned an even brighter red, "Sorry! I -"

"It does not matter, I do not mind."

The girl tilted her head, then lowered her head, trying to hold herself up——

Then it failed.

This body feels very stiff, not only does the arms have little strength, but the two legs are also weak.

"Um - can you give me a hand?"

The girl blinked her eyes and stretched out her hand to the admirer:

"Can you give me a hand?"

"of course can!"

After hearing the girl's request, the Qingqi came to the girl's side almost at a trot on the waves. He subconsciously extended his hand to the girl, but the hand hesitated in mid-air for a moment.

Niwa said——

Men and women give and receive without being intimate.

After all, as a little doll with a sufficiently superior appearance, our Qingqi will naturally have some less reserved girls who want to get close to him. Therefore, Niwa once solemnly taught him this truth, which is beneficial to both parties. Good thing.

However, if you hold your hand, it should be okay, right?

"Thank you."

The little Qingqi seemed to have been thinking for a long time. Before he could finish thinking, the girl's cold palms pressed against his fingertips, then she clenched them tightly and followed his subconscious tightening force to stand up.

Qinqi Zhe inevitably went down.

It's clear - it's a hand that's so cold that there's no warmth, it's clearly time to leave at the touch of a finger, but, but -

How does it feel? It's so hot.

"Are you okay?" The girl waved her hand in front of Qinqi's face, "You seem to be getting ready."

"Ah, it's okay, I...that! I haven't seen you before. Where is your home?"

Family?

The girl touched her chin.

If nothing else, the original owner of this body should be dead?

The girl rubbed her face, and when the Qinqi subconsciously reached out to stop her, she turned around and walked step by step deeper into the sea.

However, the girl stopped before the Qin Qi was so anxious that she shouted, leaned down, and let her face be reflected in the sea that was gradually returning to tranquility.

Well, it's my own face.

The girl straightened up and looked at the endless waves in the distance. She could only see layers of white waves, lapping at her calves.

Presumably, the original owner of this body—perhaps drowned, or for some other reason—involuntarily drifted on the sea until it was washed up on the beach.

The admirer stood behind the girl, looked at the wet figure, and cautiously spoke again:

"Hello? Are you okay?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I was distracted," the girl raised her hand and scratched her head, looked back at Qinqi, and smiled apologetically, "What I say next may be a little ridiculous-"

"But, I actually-"

The girl tried to find a more reasonable explanation for her appearance:

"Is it possible that you have lost your memory?"