fog flower

At four o'clock in the morning, a closed full-time boarding high school in a suburb of a southern city.

The dawn in winter is extraordinarily lazy, and the dark clouds that had dissipated the day before gathered quietly again, and the few rays of light penetrated the clouds perfunctorily, indicating that the day will come reluctantly.

In the dormitory building, everyone was sleeping soundly, but Xinyue, who was also deeply trapped in a dream, opened her eyes strangely at the moment when the cold breath covered her cheeks, and her black pupils accurately faced the person who came up.

The girl who caused her pain and entanglement even in her dream was pressing her cold hand on her cheek, stiff and dry, like a corpse.Those clear eyes that she couldn't let go of for a long time seemed to be filled with mist, and the depth could no longer be seen.

"What are you doing, Xing Haixing." She heard her tone be cold, as if there had never been any disturbance in her heart.

The girl's delicate face approached with the morning mist, her well-shaped lips were still cute and plump when she was young, Xinyue's throat moved up and down unconsciously, and her spirit almost fell into a trance.It's been too long, and I didn't dare to think about getting close to her.

But in the next second, a bigger surprise came.Light and soft weight, light and bewitching fragrance, so this is the hug you dream of?Xinyue didn't know that she could still experience this feeling called "happiness". For a while, she couldn't even feel the cold and sharp touch on her neck.

"Xinyue, I used to like you very much..."

"But why do you want to be so perfect? ​​You are so good that you can't make the people around you better."

"I know that there are too many people who are better than me, but why are you the only one, and why do you still show up in my life? Even the surname is different, why do you still come to provoke me? And me?"

The girl's whisper was so gentle, and the hug was like a sweet cage, Xinyue easily gave up resistance.The sharp scissors drew bloodstains one after another on Xinyue's skin, and the warm blood slowly flowed down, mixed with another sour liquid, and soaked the pillow.

"Why are you crying?" The girl caressed Xinyue's cheek again with doubts.She knew many expressions of this person, but she seemed to miss the crying alone.

What, did I cry?

It turns out that even if I have experienced so many times, my mind is constantly being misinterpreted, I can't get what I want, and I don't want to give up, will I still cry?

"Instead of crying, why don't you resist or ask for help?... If you wake up others, I can only be subdued obediently." The tone is coquettish, but the scissors on the neck are getting deeper and deeper, if you continue , I can't even make a sound.During the loss of consciousness, Xinyue accidentally focused her eyes on the unopened boxes of pills on Haixing's desk.

If it is possible to do it all over again and discover Hai Xing's anomaly early, will their stories be different?

If she can be brave...

If, if...

The temperature of the body keeps losing, and what comes to mind again is the memory of the 13-year-old Xia Tian.The sky was so blue that it was horrible, and the wind would shake the chubby clouds. Relying on an intuition that was only for Hai Xing, she slowly walked up the hill behind the house.Leaving a bush of wild strawberries in full bloom with white five-petal flowers, the one who is taking a nap on the soft grass is the angel hidden in her heart.The temperature, light, and color tone are all just right, the girl's sleeping face is so peaceful and sweet, even when the wind blows just in time, the slightly blown girl's hair is carved into the depths of the voyeur's eyes one by one.Xinyue knew at that time that because of this extremely beautiful picture, she would lose half of her soul forever.

Now that the karma has been reaped, the torment does not know when it will end.In the past countless times, she had exhausted all kinds of methods, but in the end she couldn't get a good ending for the girl she wanted to protect.So this time, she did nothing.

So be it.

If destruction is also a proof of dependence.

So, again, kill me.

Do your best, like every time before, and every time after, stretch out your trembling hands and hug the girl who is clearly the murderer, but is actually more disturbed and frightened than the victim.

"Do not be afraid……"

Do not be afraid.do not be afraid.

The murderer suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The dark clouds receded, the dawn dawned, the fog dissipated, all illusions were shattered, and the earth was already bright.

【The fifth paper flower, it reads: "Despicable one, you will kill the one who loves you again."】