"Ah...... But ......"

She lowered her head a little panicked, and suddenly did not dare to look him in the eye.

Hmm, what are you thinking...... At this time, I was only 4 or 5 years old, and I was still a child......

"I'm sorry ......"

After a long time, she reached out and gently hugged him tightly, and her fingers caressed his white and clear silver hair, again and again, with affection and affection.

The soft voice was close to his ear through the mask, muffled and not very clear, and there was always a trace of sadness and helplessness in the calm that he couldn't read:

"Can't see it...... My face...... Bad things will happen when you see it. But ......"

She gently took his hand and shook it gently as if begging, with a sincere expression:

"You'll see later, really, I promise. ”

His eyelashes drooped, and he slowly lifted them again:

"When?"

"Future. ”

"Future...... When?"

Qianling looked at the stubbornness in his eyes, sighed lightly, rubbed his head, hugged the person and turned around and walked towards the tree house:

"You...... Do you just want to see my face?"

His silver hair fell on his body, and he lay sullenly on her shoulder, and his small hands slowly hugged the girl's neck a little, without denying it.

When the first vertigo hit my head, my eyes were white.

Qianling stumbled under her feet, lost her center of gravity and went straight to the ground!

The boy's eyes widened in surprise, and he hastily reached out to help her, his lips moving to cry out for something, but he found that he could not call.

I don't let you look at your looks, and you don't tell your name.

She's always mysterious, and she's always worried......

If he gets separated in the crowd one day, he doesn't even have a clue to find her.

"What's wrong with you?" the little hand hurriedly grabbed the white mask on the girl's face, his fingers trembled, and he stared blankly at the red blood flowing from under the mask, and the whole person was shocked.

"Suffered, hurt...... Whoever did it, who ...... you"

Qianling relieved herself for a long time, shook her head lightly, and her fingertips touched the blood dripping from her chin, and she was stunned.

"It's okay, uh...... It seems to be on fire. ”

She quickly wiped the blood away and smiled softly at him, her eyes crooked behind the mask, like the crescent moon she had described to him.

"Moon ......"

Seeing that his little face was pale and his pupils were tight, Qianling reached out and hugged him over, hugged him tightly, and stroked his silver hair apologetically:

"I'm sorry...... Did I scare you?"

He shook his head vigorously, hugged her tightly, and muttered in a childish voice:

"Are you alright?...... Is it really okay?"

"Hmm," Qianling hugged him and rubbed his soft silver hair gently, "I'm a little thirsty, can you help me get some water stored in the tree house?"

He nodded, gave her another deep look, and turned to run in the direction of the treehouse.

Qianling watched him run away, frowned and covered his forehead, staggered to his feet, and sat down on the edge of the rock wall.

Taking off the mask and wiping the blood from the end of her nose, she closed her eyes, and the light green four-leaf clover in the center of her eyebrows slowly intertwined into a totem......

"It's useless. ”

An ethereal voice came from her head, and she opened her eyes, and the butterfly was hovering in front of her, and the transparent butterfly wings were dazzling.

"The river of time is irreversible, and even if you can control time, you can't tamper with the rules. ”

"Three months, we've reached the limit. Qianling ...... Have you thought about the consequences of going against the sky?"

Her eyelashes drooped, and she closed her eyes in pain:

“…… I can't leave him behind. At least for now...... No. ”

"The one who fell in love with you and made a lifelong agreement is the moon god three hundred years later. The ethereal voice of the butterfly carried a painful exhortation, "You have disregarded your own life, and you are stuck in the past, and you cannot extricate yourself. And where did you put him?"

A sentence like a sharp arrow to the heart, Qianling's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, and the heavy sorrow and pain were irrepressible, spreading from her heart.

The wind and clouds are surging in front of you, the sparks are soaring, and time and space are turning...... It was the young man's long black hair curled in the wind, his red eyes blooming Manzhu Shahua, and the soft murmur between his lips, calling out the sound of "Ling......

"Again...... Give me a moment," she choked up, tears welling up in her eyes, "I'll take care of everything...... will go on their own......"

The butterfly fluttered its wings slightly, and the halo lingered, turning into a golden hourglass, and the sigh-like sound melted......

"Time never gives credit to anyone, Qianling, you remember ......"

"Before the hourglass of time comes to an end, you must leave on your own. Otherwise, the laws of time will be enforced, and you will pay for breaking the rules......"

When the boy came running with a bone cup containing water, the girl was leaning against the rock, the white mask on her face reflecting the light of the sparks flying in the sky, and she was looking at something in her hand in a daze.

"What is this?"

Curious, he stepped forward and looked at the beautiful golden hourglass in her palm.

Qianling's eyes showed bitterness, she put away the hourglass, leaned over to pick him up, and turned around and walked towards the tree house:

"It's nothing, let's go home. ”

"Drink water. He held the bone cup in his small hand and handed it to her.

"Don't be thirsty, go back and drink. She gently rubbed his silver hair, "Yue, starting tomorrow, let's go out and find more water." ”

"But there is still water at home. ”

"It's not enough, there are too few water sources on the banks of this molten river, and every bit of water has to be scrambled...... We need to save a little more. ”

"Hmm......"

"Pick up some more tortoiseshell bones and make more daily utensils......"

"Why is there such a hurry?"

"Hmm...... Be prepared. ”

The hourglass is ticking, time is gone, and it has never been so precious.

"Here, it's really the same......

The sparks were falling, the sky was pitch black and boundless, and the chains of holy light shone like white stars.

The two sat side by side on the treehouse, looking at the steaming river in the distance, the falling sparks smearing each other's backs and their hair red.

"Originally, there was a blue sky in this world, and there were white clouds floating in the blue sky, not eternal night, no flames, very warm and comfortable. The sky is not static, it rains, it snows, everything is very, very beautiful......

She looked at the sky, her mask illuminated by sparks, and two strands of hair danced softly in her ears:

"Yue, do you want to go and see it?"

No one should live in hell all the time, but I know that your path is in such a good place.

Spring...... Where there are stars and moons.

If you have a hope in your heart, it will be much easier even if you are in hell......

Month......

I want you to be happy, even where you are destined to be unhappy.

The boy's long silver hair flowed down his shoulders, and he looked up at the girl's side face, and said cautiously:

"That's ...... Where were you from?"

It had always been felt that she didn't belong here.

Whether it's a bizarre mask, a bizarre black feather wings, or a lifestyle......

None of them belong to this sea of hellfire.

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