[Attack on Titan] light color

Waking up again was in a strange room, An Xuan's bed was not soft but warm enough.

"Child, are you awake?" Some old voices came from the door of the room.

An Xuan looked up, and the slightly hunched figure of a white-haired old man was reflected in her eyes. She quickly stood on the wooden floor and replied softly, "Yes, thank you."

The old man led her downstairs, which made it easier for An Xuan to observe the house.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, but they all reveal a warm atmosphere.

Feeling something stuffed into her hand, her stiff fingertips gradually warmed up, An Xuan looked down at the cup in her hand, and the brown liquid that was wafting mist reflected her slightly pale face.

"Thank you." An Xuan pursed her lips, her eyes following the figure of the old man.

"You're welcome. By the way, what's your name, kid?"

"My name is An Xuan."

"An Xuan, where are your parents? Children of your age shouldn't be wandering the streets."

"I......"

An Xuan lowered her head and clutched the cup in her hand, her bangs cast a fragile shadow on her forehead.

She...how should she answer?

She couldn't help thinking of her parents in that world, those two people who still loved her and loved her regardless of other people's eyes.

But she died at the age of six, leaving her alone in the world.

The early death of her parents was the last pain in her heart that she didn't want to mention.

After hesitating for a while, An Xuan still spoke softly: "I, I don't have parents."

"Sorry. I asked about something you didn't want to mention." Seeing An Xuan's expression, the old man's tone was somewhat apologetic.

"It's okay, don't worry about it." An Xuan raised her head, met the old man's gaze, and smiled slightly.

When the scars that had been whitewashed by time were uncovered again, the wounds that were thought to have healed were still dripping with blood and still painfully painful.

"So where are you going next?"

"I don't know." An Xuan shook her head, for this who doesn't belong to this world, there is nowhere else to go.

"In that case..." The old man pondered for a long time, as if he had made a big decision, "I also have a child who is about your age, An Xuan, would you like to stay?"

The old man's slightly bent body was reflected in An Xuan's eyes full of strange emotions.

After a while, she stood up and bowed deeply to the old man: "From now on, I will take care of you."

After An Xuan took a hot bath, the pattering rain outside the house also stopped.

After straightening out the dried clothes on her body, she went downstairs. An Xuan looked up at the clock on the wall, and the pointer happened to be at 12.

The pot on the kitchen stove was gurgling hot bubbles, and the sweet smell of food instantly filled the whole room.

The old man was leaning on crutches with difficulty, and wanted to stand up to turn off the fire. Seeing this, An Xuan hurriedly stepped forward to help the old man who was about to fall, and helped him back onto the wooden chair with great effort.

Neatly extinguishing the fire on the stove, An Xuan hesitated for a while, and then said: "That...your leg..."

An Xuan's mother is a gentle person, but also an excellent doctor. She once taught her for a while, so An Xuan can be regarded as half a doctor.

"People are old and useless!" The old man smiled and felt relieved as he tapped his knee lightly.

"Why don't you go to the doctor? Obviously it can be cured!"

An Xuan blurted out subconsciously, but regretted it instantly.

Fortunately, the old man didn't mind too much, he still smiled and looked at the black-haired girl in front of him: "Since the child's parents passed away, the family's money can barely support two people, how can there be any money left for medical treatment? "

An Xuan was a little stunned. Under such a difficult situation, the old man in front of her actually took her in. She was of unknown origin.

His eyes swept over the top of the old man's head, and there were a few large characters printed on some yellowed paper.

842 years.

Although she knew what was about to happen, she could not decide the life or death of a person with her power, let alone re-edit the ending that had been set.

All she can do is to do her best to make them live happily in the remaining three years.

Clenching her fists secretly, An Xuan silently decided something in her heart.

The sound of the door opening broke the tranquility, and the blond boy pushed the door in: "Grandpa, I'm back."

When he saw An Xuan standing beside him, the boy was taken aback: "Grandpa, who is this?"

The old man called Grandpa by the blond boy pulled An Xuan to his side, and said to the boy, "Amin, this child is An Xuan, she will live in our house from now on, please get along well."

"An Xuan, this is A Ming, my grandson."

An Xuan nodded.

"Hello, I... I'm Amin Arnold." The blond boy looked very shy with reddish cheeks.

"Is that right, Ah Ming? My name is An Xuan, please give me your advice from now on."

Tilting her head slightly, her black hair spread out, revealing her face and the corners of her mouth.

A Ming raised his head to meet those half-squinted black eyes, and blurted out: "Eyes..."

"Huh? Isn't it strange?" An Xuan still smiled and asked him, pointing to her black eyes.

"No. That's not what I meant..."

Hearing this, Amin quickly shook his head, his face turned even redder.

When he saw these rare eyes for the first time, he didn't feel scared, but felt unexpectedly good-looking, and even a little curious.

"Eyes, really...beautiful."

"Ah, thanks."

An Xuan thanked her with a smile, but a bitterness quickly spread in her heart.

If, if you saw the real me, would it be... like now?

Shaking her head lightly, An Xuan decided not to think about those things.

The so-called what comes is safe.

Right?

After lunch, Grandpa Arnold asked A Ming to take An Xuan to familiarize himself with the surrounding environment, and it was already evening when he returned home.

After An Xuan helped clean the dishes, she went upstairs and returned to the room Grandpa Arnold had vacated for her.

Not far from An Xuan's bed, there is a wooden bookcase with a little dust on it, exuding a strong smell of time.

Pulling the blanket towards her body, the warm and thick blanket gave An Xuan a sense of peace of mind, and the tight strings were finally loosened.

The first night in another world passed peacefully like this.

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