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

The girl felt as if a nerve in her brain had snapped. Immediately, a large section of pale comfort rolled over her, but it did not leak out from the corners of her mouth, but from her eyes.

Suddenly she felt her heart swell in her chest, forcing her to open her mouth and gasp for breath, and even the steps under her feet began to feel weak.

What to say——

Say, the child has lived for a long time?

Said he had a good time before he left?

Say, you have taken good care of him?

Too pale, too weak.

Facing the huge gap between "life and death", anything thrown into it would be like a grain of dust falling into the canyon without even an echo being heard.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, for the rest of the days, she can slowly accompany him out...

The girl's feet went soft, her pupils trembled violently, and the next second, she fell to the ground. The impact was so strong that the doll she had been hiding in her clothes fell out.

"hiss......"

The girl knew that she should not care about the doll at this time. She should stand up quickly and go to Qinqi's side.

But first the legs, then the waist, each and every one of them were out of the control of her consciousness. No, the girl couldn't even feel their existence now.

Like, dead.

Soon, the girl realized——

The last thing she could do was to reach out and squeeze the doll they made for her into her hands.

"Why, now..."

The girl gritted her teeth and tried her best to stretch her arms, but even her fingertips couldn't feel the soft touch, or even a fraction of the warmth emanating from it.

so close.

Even the girl's knuckles made an overwhelmed sound due to the excessive force, and a sour and sharp pain came from under the skin. Despite this, she still could not touch the doll.

Gradually, she couldn't even feel the pain anymore.

Her face was wet. Was she crying, or was it raining in the world?

She couldn't tell, because immediately, even her eyes were no longer under her control, and her world became blurry. The little doll in front of her began to double and began to shake. It was clearly a fingertip's distance away. In the girl's eyes at this moment, she was far away from her.

Obviously, it’s just a little bit off...

It’s raining in this world.

That day, Qinqi sat in the room for a long time.

He let the child's head rest on his knees, and the only trace of life in those beautiful pupils was locked tightly at the door.

So he just watched the sky change from clear to hazy, from heavy rain to lull. Fortunately, when the sky broke out, there was actually a line of light right outside the door, which the admirer could see as soon as he raised his head. rainbow.

It's like, everything is going to be okay.

Later, he stepped out of the house amid a fire.

He lowered his eyes, not looking ahead or seeing the road under his feet.

So, he stepped on the doll, which was soaked by rain and dust and then dried.

"..."

"Then you burn with them."

-

The girl suddenly opened her eyes - when she woke up, she found that her face was covered with water stains, which reached her temples and soaked her pillow.

Her hands subconsciously grasped all the objects around her that could be grasped.

"!"

It's a warm hand.

The girl sat up suddenly and turned her head. It was the wanderer.

He didn't know how long he looked at her like this. The moment their eyes met, the girl felt that those clear pupils in her memory were filled with extremely rich black. Maybe it was because of the light.

The girl couldn't help being startled by this look. She pursed her lips and tentatively said:

"Are you back too?"

The girl paused, and held the wanderer's hand tightly in her hand:

"I'm sorry - I didn't mean not to look for you, I just -"

"what are you saying?"

I don't know if it was the girl's illusion, but she always felt that the wanderer's attitude was a little too cold.

Or was it just because Qinqi was too enthusiastic about her that she couldn't adapt to it for a while?

"That's right, at that time..."

"When?"

The Qingqi's eyebrows were raised, as if he really didn't understand what the girl was saying, and there was a hint of impatience in his tone.

"..."

Her emotions fluctuated again, and before the girl could put away the stunned look on her face, tears fell from her eyes.

The tears came at the wrong time. Even the girl herself was a little irritated by the sudden tears. She turned her head away, with a hint of anger in her movements, and then stubbornly wiped away the tears with the back of her hand.

So she naturally missed the wanderer's subconscious action of raising his hand.

"......whispering sound."

The wanderer looked at his half-raised hand, finally sneered, pressed his hand down hard, and said casually:

"Repair it, or you'll be in trouble when that brat comes back."

The girl subconsciously raised her head and looked outside.

The sun is shining brightly, which is the perfect weather.

"Wait a minute," the girl called to the wanderer who had turned his back, "when did you come back, and how much do you remember?"

"......Ah."

The wanderer raised his face proudly, tilted his head slightly, and stared at the girl:

"Does our savior lady ask such boring questions as soon as she comes back?"

"It's not boring," the girl's voice was filled with trembling and subtle anticipation, "This is a very important thing."

The girl saw the wanderer's hand slowly forming into a fist, and then loosening it without leaving any trace, as if this was just his subconscious action:

"After meeting you, Miss Savior."

That is, after he reminded her?

"...So you don't even remember what happened next?"

"Obviously, nothing has changed in reality," the wanderer shrugged, "So, is there anything important later that I need to remember?"

Yes, reality, nothing has changed.

Her visit only added to his troubles.

She did leave her footprints in the earth's veins, but that history was later revised by the Wanderer himself. He erased his own existence, and naturally disappeared into the long river of history along with her figure.

Put it this way.

It's okay if he doesn't remember.

In those days, she could just regard it as a dream - since it was a dream, it was natural that she would not forget it or hold it in her heart.

perhaps.

The girl smiled bitterly and was about to get up when she saw the wanderer put a plate of food in front of the girl with a stinky face:

"What are you looking at? You've been sleeping all day and you want to starve yourself to death?"