On the ground, there was the shattered phoenix-tailed butterfly kite.

She stood there for a long time, and finally she lowered down and picked up the crushed butterfly kite.

The moonlight was bright and bright, and she looked at what she was doing for a long time in the moonlight, and finally, she turned and walked towards the depths of the woods.

I heard that all dead things have to be buried in the earth, not only in the human world, but also in the demon world.

In the past, it was common to see people burying their dead people in the land.

They say that in this way the souls of the dead can rest in peace.

And she wanted it to rest in peace.

Step by step, she walked deeper into the woods, listening to the sound of the leaves in the woods, as if they were chanting a mournful tune for it.

Putting down the kite in her hand, she picked up a pit with her hand, and gently lowered the kite into it.

After that, she buried the kite little by little.

Standing in the moonlight, she looked at her little self, and suddenly wanted to walk over and just hug her.

In this world, there has never been someone who loves you the most.

The only person who loves you the most is yourself.

Her face reflected the moonlight, and two lines of tears fell silently.

Standing there, the cold moonlight shining on her face.

She had been standing there looking at the tiny figure.

Although she has never owned anything since she was born.

She has never envied those demons with profound mana, nor have she envied those powerful races in the Three Realms.

She had never envied those things, and all she longed for was freedom.

So, ever since she knew what she wanted, she kept working her spells.

The demon world is disturbed, she doesn't want to stay there all the time, she wants to go to the human world.

But I heard that the demons who went to the world were all powerful people, and she was afraid that she would not be able to protect herself if she met someone who found fault, so she kept practicing spells hard.

Until one day, she made her first appearance in the group, and those who usually didn't care about him were very surprised.

And when they thought she was going to do something, she quietly left the group.

When she left, she only spoke to the patriarch, and she remembered the way the patriarch looked at her, as if he was looking at someone she had never seen before.

Dreams flow like flowing water.

Until she was woken up by the noise in the inn.

Today, there is still no sun.

The rain was still falling.

From the time she came to the world to the present, she had never seen rain that could pour so hard for so many days and still keep going.

She opened the window and looked at the rain outside, a wry smile streaming from the corner of her lips.

It's so hard that even God has to help them?

But what kind of identity is she now? From beginning to end, people have never said a word that they like her.

In fact, she herself has always been very clear, but, why, so uncomfortable?

She stood in front of the dresser and looked at herself in the bronze mirror, looking and looking.

Is it true that she has always been unwilling in her own heart?

She carefully looked at that face in the bronze mirror, and her unwillingness was magnified little by little.

Yes, she, indeed, is unwilling.

In fact, she has always been unwilling to let him miss out on herself like this.

She waited for two years, and during those two years, she finally understood her heart, and she knew that she actually liked him.

I can't tell what I like about him, maybe it was the flying lanterns that he didn't know why he arranged that day when he first came to the world, or maybe he secretly followed him around the long streets of the whole town, or maybe he took himself all over the streets and alleys, because she was not familiar with the street, and introduced them carefully one by one, and then they slowly walked back to the inn after the crowd dispersed.

I don't know what the reason is, but she knows that this teenager is what she likes.

If you like it, why not try it?

yes, yes, why not give it a try?

After all, aren't they still not together?

She got up and walked out of her room.

There weren't many people outside the inn in the heavy rain, but inside the inn it was very lively.

Many merchants stayed in the inn because of the heavy rain.

She took an oil-paper umbrella and walked out of the inn, walking towards the majestic rain.

And the guy who had just seen her had not yet arrived, and before he could ask her what she was going to do, how far had she gone.

The man stood at the door, looking at the vague figure that was almost invisible in the heavy rain, sighed helplessly, and then continued to work on the work in his hands.

She walked down the long street, toward the distance.

She didn't use a spell, she just held an oil-paper umbrella, and as a result, the rain soaked her dress.

There was a lot of water in the streets, because it was raining incessantly.

And she just stepped into the five-inch-deep water, and walked forward step by step.

It was something she had never felt before, and she remembered the phoenix butterfly kite she had when she was a child.

That dream made her understand that maybe there were many things she could try to fight for.

If you don't fight for it, then who will help you fight for it?

The rain was pouring down beside her, and she ran forward, thinking about his appearance.

The people standing in the doorways on both sides of the street were a little surprised to see a girl running like this in the heavy rain.

And she ignored their eyes and kept running forward.

Who said she would never be able to have a good love?

Why, can't she find someone who loves her?

She thought, she could.

When she reached the bottom of the mountain, she stopped.

She stood there, wondering where to find him.

She didn't know where he would go up the mountain, but she hoped that she would find him as soon as possible.

As soon as he found a way and was about to go up, he heard a burst of laughter not far away.

She turned her head to look and saw that in the torrential rain, he carried her step by step towards the bottom of the mountain.

That's another way.

It seems that she still guessed wrong.

And for some reason, she couldn't help but hide.

She used a stealth technique to hide everything she had at once.

Quietly following, she heard him telling her a story.

She didn't listen carefully to the story, but just watched them laugh happily.

She must have been injured and couldn't walk on her feet, and she saw that there were still blood stains on her feet.

For some reason she couldn't move a single step, she just stood there, standing there quietly, not saying anything, not doing anything.

She watched the figure fade away, but the laughter still seemed to linger in her ears.

For the first time, she felt so much heartache.

Before, she just had that feeling, but when she finally saw it, she didn't know what to do.

Maybe, it's still unacceptable!

She stood there and asked herself, "Do you want to go again?"

The answer is no.

The oil-paper umbrella is too thin, and after passing this way, it has been hit by the torrential rain, and only a few umbrella bones remain.

She stood there, the oil-paper umbrella in her hand falling silently to the ground.

The wind on the mountain was howling, as if to show off something, and she stood there, weak as a child.

It turns out that there is never something of one's own.

And he, perhaps, never liked himself.

The reason why I took myself shopping may be because of my own invitation, or it may be because of sympathy!

Yes, probably sympathy!

Everything is just wishful thinking on your own.

Wishful thinking often does not end well.

This seems to have been heard in the story before.

It seems that some stories, as cliché as they are, are true.

Never, wishful thinking, there really is no good ending.

So, she thought, why don't you just stop it!

lest you end up breaking your heart.

She didn't like that feeling.

And she knows that what so-called revenge and what so-called victory in this world can never make people not sad, and the only way not to be sad is not to care.

Without a heart, there would be no sadness.

But how can you be born in the world without a heart?

So sometimes you have to pretend that you don't have a heart.

This is what she has been good at since she was a child.

When she was a child, she never cared about those abuses, those teasing, and those cold eyes, because she always imagined herself as having no heart, and she imagined that those things had nothing to do with her.

Then, from then on, she would not be sad because of those things.

But today, she tried to recall that feeling, but found that it was not so easy.

She couldn't pretend that those things had nothing to do with her anymore.

Because, she was scared and wanted to be close to him.

She knew that she would never be able to fall in love with anyone else again in her life.

Only he could make her so tempted.

However, the laughter of the two people was still in my ears.

He's got someone he likes.

At that time, he looked at her with such happiness, even if he had never been loved, but she knew what it was.

He liked her, he really did.

At least, he had never looked at himself like that that night.

The rain was still falling.

The oil-paper umbrella was broken, like the kite from childhood.

She didn't pick it up, leaving it in the wind and rain.

Turning, she headed for the way back.

The road was long, and she didn't know how she got here step by step.

Looking down at himself, he was covered in blood.

There were a lot of scars on his legs and arms.

The rain washed away, and the blood stains on his body were gradually washed away.

She walked a long way, looked up, and didn't know where she went.

She stood there and looked around blankly, and then looked at herself so embarrassed, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

Why did you make yourself like this again?

When she came to the world, she swore that she would be good to herself and take good care of herself.

But she never imagined that one day, she would be as embarrassed as she was when she was a child.

It's like a bird in the water.

She stood there, not knowing what to think.

Later, she turned and flew off into the distance.

When she got to the place where there was a house, she stopped and went to look for the inn.

When she found the inn, the guy at the door asked her where a girl's house had gone and why she was getting wet.

She kept her head down, not knowing what she was thinking, until the guy asked a second time, and she understood.

After thinking for a moment, a smile appeared on her face, and she looked at the guy who said that he was going outside to collect medicine, but the medicine was not collected, and the umbrella was broken.

The guy in the store understood a little, and while handing her the towel, he led her upstairs to arrange a place for her to live.

She followed the guy and unknowingly went upstairs.

The guy arranged things and then closed the door and left.

She sat there, a little overwhelmed.

What should she do now?

She sat on the bed, feeling a little dizzy.

In the end, she simply didn't want to think about anything, lay down, covered the quilt and began to sleep.

Maybe it's because I didn't have an umbrella and it rained for a long time, so even though I wasn't a mortal, my body was a little cold.

So she really didn't have the heart to think about anything else, so she fell asleep under the quilt.

In the dream, there was nothing.

That night, she hadn't dreamed of anything.

When I woke up, I didn't know what time it was.

When I opened the window, I saw that it was still raining outside.

She looked at the rain with a blank look on her face.

Is it difficult to help them even with this rain?

She thought maybe so, it never helped her anyway.

The rain has not stopped for the past few days, and the little girl will not leave.

They just nurture feelings.

To be honest, they are indeed a good match.

She felt that now she was just going to cut off those thoughts.

All thoughts are broken, so that there is no other pain.

After they left, she continued to open an inn in the town, and after ten or twenty years, she was going to open an inn in a different place where no one knew her.

In this way, it is actually good.

Then, decades later, she would come, and the young people here must be old, and by that time, she would still look young.

It's just that after those people died, there were no more people in this place who knew them.

Actually, she should have thought that she is a demon, and if she is with people, then even if she does not experience pain now, then she will want it in the future.

Wouldn't it be painful that he would inevitably die in the future, but she was still alive.

In fact, they were destined not to be together from the beginning, and the appearance of that little girl only told her in advance.

Therefore, since you can't stay together, why didn't you break it earlier?

When you are together, you will inevitably be sad.

So why torture each other like this?

Even if you let yourself go, let him go!

This world, this world, despite all the bustle and prosperity, is full of fireworks, but it is only the prosperity of people, the liveliness of others, and the fireworks of others.

Never, those bustles never belonged to them.

So that's why she likes to watch fireworks all the time.

It's not your own that looks so good.

It's not your own, and you don't have to worry about it.