Quick Wear: Driving Gods in a Dark Fairy Tale

A strong wind suddenly arose, and the stars and the moon were gradually buried in the black fog. In the rose garden that turned into a scorched earth, something began to wriggle and broke out of the ground.

"Hiss, it was fine just now, how come it suddenly became chilly, so cold."

The maid who was passing by was startled by the cold wind, rubbed her arms, and could not help speaking to her companion who was holding the lantern beside her.

"Yes." Another maid said, "It's really strange. It's so cold all of a sudden. Let's go back quickly. I feel like the weather is weird..."

"Uh-huh."

The maid quickened her pace and inadvertently glanced at the rose garden as she passed by. She suddenly cried out in surprise and pointed in a direction with trembling fingers, "Hey, look there!"

"What?" Another maid looked over impatiently, her eyes suddenly widened, "What, what's going on? Wasn't the rose garden burned down by the White Wizard? What's going on with these roses?"

Large patches of gorgeous roses are blooming in the flower beds. Under the dim light, every petal of the rose is bright red, as bright red as blood.

"I don't know. It's so weird." The maid was surprised and puzzled. "I have never heard of the roses that Her Royal Highness had replanted. How did they grow so fast?"

"Go away, stop looking at it. That rose is too abnormally red. I feel like something bad will happen if I stare at it for too long."

The maid holding the lantern took her companion's hand and was about to leave.

"pat-"

The lamp in the maid's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The black thorns silently pierced the heart, breaking open the chest and a blood-red rose bloomed. The heavy body fell down, and the thorny vines wrapped around the maids, dragging them into the ground, and one gorgeous rose after another bloomed.

The rich scent of roses filled the air, and the flower beds that were empty half a day ago were full of roses again.

Their branches are more luxuriant than before, and the roses are more colorful and bright red.

Filina, wearing a scarlet dress, quietly appeared in the flower garden. She raised her hand and stroked the gorgeous rose as big as a plate beside her. Her fingertips rolled over the petals, and the bloody red flower juice could not wait to flow out from the broken petals and flow down her fingers.

Looking at the blooming roses, she murmured softly, "Too slow, still too slow..."

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something, her face changed drastically, and she subconsciously exerted force with her hands to pull off the plate-sized rose.

……

Princess' bedroom.

Aurora, who was suddenly awakened from her dream, sat on the bed in a daze. Her current appearance was clearly reflected in the dressing mirror opposite the bed. Her blonde hair was messy, her pupils were dilated, her lips were pale, and her complexion was extremely bad.

At this moment, Filina came in with a cup of hot milk, handed it to Aurora, and said with concern, "Why did you wake up so early? Did you have a nightmare?"

Ai Luo looked like she was still not fully awake. He took the milk from her hand and took a sip. He was silent for a long time before he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had come to his senses.

She looked up at Filina blankly, "What did you say to me just now? I didn't hear it clearly, can you repeat it again?"

"It's okay." Filina asked again patiently and gently: "Why did you wake up so early? Did you have a nightmare?"

Ai Luo seemed to recall something, and his body subconsciously shrank. "Yes, it was indeed a nightmare."

"One long, horrible nightmare," Arlo said.

"What did you dream about?" asked Filina.

Ai Luo tightly grasped the cup of hot milk in his hands, feeling the heat coming from his palms, and said slowly: "I dreamed that I was tortured and killed by all kinds of people in my dream, over and over again, dying in pain, then coming back to life, and then being tortured to death again."

"Some of them cut my face with a knife, some tore my skirt, and some buried me alive in a coffin. I was in great pain, my fingers were torn, but I couldn't get out..."

Ai Luo narrated the plot of the nightmare, tears fell silently from her eyes, but there was no expression on her face, she even looked a little indifferent.

She narrated calmly, "It seems that the people in the dream don't like me. They hate me and hate my existence."

"This dream was so long, as if it had no end. I couldn't hold on any longer in the dream. I wanted to wake up. I didn't want to be immersed in such a nightmare... Maybe this thought was too strong, so I woke up."

She raised her head slightly to look at Filina and asked softly, "Am I really, really annoying?"

The tears in Ai Luo's eyes had not yet disappeared, and as she spoke, another string of crystal tears fell.

"No, it wasn't." Filina hugged her almost eagerly, holding her tightly in her arms, "It was just a nightmare. Dreams are the opposite of reality."

"Really?" Ai Luo hesitated.

Filina affirmed, "Really? How could anyone have the heart to hate you? Dreams are all fake. You will always be the most beloved little princess."

"It's my fault. I just wanted you to rest early, but I didn't expect to cause you to have a nightmare."

Filina patted Ai Luo's back and apologized to her in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."