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

The girl was not unaware that Dotore was full of evil, and her cooperation with him was tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger.

But she could always vaguely see some shadows of her old friends in Dotore.

Moreover, girls are never “good and evil” people in the standard sense.

Her view of good and evil is somewhat selfish——

Starting only from herself, as long as she wants, she can completely put aside the evaluation of the outside world, focus only on this person, and make judgments about her behavior from this person.

However, the girl felt very conflicted.

She expressed sympathy and pity for the dead souls of Dotore's men, but nothing more.

She cannot "hate" the people around her because of what happened to people who have nothing to do with her.

In other words, she remains indifferent to everything until others show her true kindness.

She lacked any emotion towards strangers, which she did not deny.

She can even admit that she is selfish and greedy in relationships. The starting point of all her actions is essentially herself, even if it is dedication, it is only because she thinks "she should".

She lay on the only balcony of Dotore's house and looked into the distance - which was probably the busy city -. The girl had good eyesight and could clearly see the busy traffic there.

She didn't know what she was thinking, and Pantalone didn't give her any more tasks. When her thoughts finally relaxed and finally belonged to her, she didn't know what to think about.

A grain of snow fell on her eyelashes. She did not brush it away, but turned her gaze to the falling snowflakes, letting her thoughts fly away one by one like snowflakes.

On the snowy mountains, the snow seems to be so heavy.

When I think of Xue Shang, I can’t help but think of——

Abedo.

She is so busy.

I was too busy to take time out to cherish this relationship.

She was so busy that she had no time to grieve for him.

He was so busy that he realized that Albedo's shadow had become blurred in her future.

Her hand unconsciously touched her knuckles - there was a ring that Albedo had put on her personally.

The girl suddenly felt in a trance:

That ring, where is it now?

——In the box where she first came to Winter, it should now be in the hotel in Pantalone.

Just like her feelings for Abedo, she was temporarily left in the corner.

"Albedo——"

The girl chewed the three words gently. No matter how she recalled them, they seemed so soft and sweet.

I seem to miss you a little bit.

The grievances that she felt after realizing it broke through her rationality in an instant and burst out like a blowout. Those accumulated feelings were not forgotten. They were built up layer by layer, always ready to resist her on a calm day. heart of.

Missing is a single arrow. Once it starts, there is no reason to stop it.

His chest was beating violently, and a dull and tangible pain that he had never felt before was felt.

This is the heart.

-

When Dotore returned, he found no sign of the girl.

The key is still well placed at the door.

Perhaps out of some intuition, Dotore walked to the balcony.

Such a small group, huddled on the chair in the corner of the balcony, hands clenched tightly on the chest, a thin layer of snow has fallen on the body.

"...What's wrong?"

As Dotore spoke, his pace slowed down, and he walked step by step to squat in front of the girl.

Ever cried?

Dotore looked at the shallow, dried tears in the girl's eyes, and the surface seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice.

"Crying" is already unfamiliar to Dotore now.

Ever since he had those superfluous senses removed, he had never felt full of emotion again.

Abundant emotions are of no benefit in scientific research and will only hinder his ability to accomplish great things.

He doesn't usually socialize much, and the old foxes he associates with are a bunch of boring guys who can't even shed "crocodile tears".

Oh yes.

Those experimental subjects do cry.

But those cries were accompanied by screams, which were annoying and exciting at the same time.

And in front of me, the silent crying that has ended——

Aroused Dotore's thirst for knowledge.

Why are you crying?

Is he obviously such a powerful being, or does he choose to cry to vent his emotions?

What a waste.

Dotore raised his hand to brush away the snow from the girl's face. His movements were not gentle, and the girl opened her eyes in a daze.

The white gloves, the white coat that has not been taken off, the snowflakes falling behind the man——

"Albedo."

Is it Albedo?

She wasn't sure.

She hoped so.

After hearing that name, Dotore's movements only paused for a moment before he urgently withdrew.

"When you wake up, go in by yourself."

The girl blinked hard twice, shook the snow off her eyelashes, and finally broke free from her dream.

The first thing he saw was Dotore standing in front of her, tall and showing no tenderness, looking down at her.

Realizing her offensive behavior, the girl looked away guiltily, tilted her head and said sorry.

But by then Dotore had left the balcony.

The girl smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

How could two people with such huge differences see each other wrong?

You're out of your mind.

The girl stood up supporting the wall, her legs numb from the cold. She forced her somewhat embarrassed body to stumble and hold on to the glass door on the balcony. Before her hands could exert any strength, she felt that the only support disappeared, and she fell forward uncontrollably——

It's Dotore.

Datore opened the balcony door and caught the fallen girl as if he had expected it.

The girl's nose bumped into Dotore's chest, and she subconsciously let out a muffled groan - but it didn't seem to hurt?

He gently put his hand on his chest and found that Dotore had changed his white coat into a large cloak with a fur collar. The soft and thick fur on the fur collar was padding the girl's face.

"Feel sorry!"

Finally regaining consciousness in her feet, she staggered back two steps, but before she could distance herself, Dotore grabbed her wrist.

The girl suddenly felt guilty, with a hint of hesitation in her tone:

"Um, what's wrong?"

"What, you're not going to pick up your little pets?"

Cloudy and——

"die."

The happy expression on the girl's face didn't last long before it quickly darkened again.

She suddenly understood a little bit about the "death" situation.

So she turned her back and held Dotore's wrist with her backhand:

"Dotore, does my previous request still count?"

Although he did not expect that the girl would make that request in this situation, Dotore still nodded:

"Of course, as long as you think about it, it can be counted at any time."

The girl pursed her lips and quickly organized the words in her mind:

"There is no need to transform her into a human body."

"Just let her have her own thoughts and her own 'face'."

"For the rest, let her in the future make her own choices."