The darkness began to dissipate and seemed to gather...... It's outside the window, the night where the stars can't be seen. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Xiao Zitong stood on tiptoe before pressing the switch of the light.

The light bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered a few times, and it took a long time to emit a warm pale yellow light, illuminating a room in this simple orphanage dormitory.

The room is very tidy, and it seems that its owner has been diligent in cleaning. That's right, Xiao Zitong has nothing to do, so she has to clean the room several times a day.

She looked at the bedside alarm clock that was too broken to scream—it was time to sleep. The orphanage will turn off the lights on time.

She obediently lay on the bed and covered the quilt. The lights were still on, and she didn't want to turn them off. She didn't dare to close her eyes, she had to wait, waiting for the moment when the lights went out, whether she would still be as timid, afraid, and hesitant as before. She thought she was strong enough, at least she didn't have to be afraid, she learned to be brave and strong!

The clock beside the bed ticked like a countdown—ten, nine, eight......

The light bulb flickered, maybe it was just an illusion caused by the little purple pupil she had stared at for too long, but the light was indeed off, it was real, it was all black.

Xiao Zitong held her breath, she still didn't dare to close her eyes, even if she didn't close her eyes, what she saw was still dark. But some vague outlines were faintly visible in the darkness, what was it? The air around them seemed to be frozen, cold and cold, and the ordinary room looked unusual in the darkness during the day.

She tried to close her eyes, urging herself to fall asleep, but the slightest sound stirred at every sensitive nerve in her, and when she opened her eyes again, it was still dark, but she looked more closely, and there was a little more suspicion—was there a monster in the darkness that coveted and watched, waiting for a suitable moment to devour her? Her thoughts thought quickly associated, as if on a single-plank bridge, the more frightened she was, the more she wanted to move forward.

In fact, what can really devour people's hearts is not darkness, but loneliness.

If someone told her that the night is just because the sun went to the other side of the earth to spread light, it is not that she gave up and left, as long as the earth is still turning, the sun will always come back, and there will be dawn...... And the darkness that Xiao Zitong understands in her heart is the sun's spurning of the earth, just like everyone is gone, and she is the only one left......

It's cold...... I don't know why, but when I'm in a bad mood, I always feel cold. In fact, she didn't know what it felt like to be warm, so she reduced all her senses to coldness.

"It's time to add a quilt. She thought. But looking at the chaos around her, she was afraid, she didn't know what she was afraid of, anyway, she was afraid!

Finally, she pressed her nervous heartbeat and bravely walked to the cabinet. The futon was on the top floor of the cupboard, and she was so small, so short, it was an unattainable height for her.

She stood on tiptoe and tried to reach her hands high, even if it was a little closer, and she believed that she could, and so—she really took the heavy quilt off, and used all her strength.

The moment she turned around, she stumbled and fell. Holding a cotton tire almost a foot thick, he fell to the ground. It didn't hurt, really, it didn't hurt at all, because she'd fallen so many times, and what was that pain?

Why, there has never been a person who would be willing to lift her up, never, no. Even if she just stood aside and said something encouraging, no, there was a voice encouraging her - "Don't be afraid, I'm here." "There was a voice in my heart that spoke.

Perhaps, she didn't need other people's help at all, because she was strong enough to comfort herself (she didn't know that Ling Junyi was half of her mind at that time). No, that should be called loneliness!

In fact, loneliness is also a kind of strength, strong enough that she can stand up on her own, and then grope in the dark, despite stumbling, she still reaches that place in her heart.

Her two slender arms clung to a bundle of quilts, still feeling cold. So why is she still working so hard to carry the quilt? she just wants to feel a little safe when she holds it, and she just wants to have a sustenance when she can't sleep and toss and turn. Her body temperature is constant, but the temperature of her mind is very unstable.

"Boom ......" The cicadas chirped through the window, but the deafening ears were sad. It was still a summer night, and I still felt cold, I'm afraid it was freezing three feet and not a day's cold. What kind of temperature was that? It was cold, as if it had fallen into hell, and it was as if it had reached the South Pole, but how could it be so dark at the South Pole -- there were no stars to be seen, only chaos. Is it the depths of the universe? Or is everything swallowed up by a black hole, with nothing but nothingness and unrealistic warmth in its arms......

Darkness, boundless darkness, she was afraid that she would be strangled by the darkness. But what she really feared was not death, but the painful struggle before she died—knowing that there was no hope, but wanting to hope, and being disappointed countless times, but never despairing. Her sanity is arguing, should she die...... Or do you live in pain?

Tears are the best answer. When the tears crept down her cheeks like meteors in the night, she no longer thought about it, she still waited for the dawn as always, condensed yesterday's sorrow into the trajectory of tears, and secretly wept in a place where no one could see but only herself knew.

She's just a little girl, but she's always more gloomy than her peers. Who knows, what is covered by the haze is actually a child's incomparably simple heart......

Suddenly, the pillow wet with tears cracked, and the white cotton wool was drifting and flying. The darkness was ruthlessly torn apart, and memories withered and collapsed in the eyes of the purple pupils......

Is it daylight? no, nothingness, whiteness, and white!

"Whew...... Call. The Dream Demon gathered into a cloud of black smoke again.

The black shadow was swaying, but it didn't make the purple pupil's eyes drift at all - her eyes were all hollow, numb and frozen in her sockets, and she couldn't see any agility.

"I don't know where you were at the time, but it must be the truest and most vulnerable part of your heart. ”

"How?, companionship, joy, warmth, happiness, hugs...... Do you want to, do you want to?"

"Perhaps, it's just simply, wanting, but not saying, I, understand, you, of. ”

The dream demon kept talking, the more he spoke, the more affectionate he became, and the infectious power of the sentences flew and progressed, moving the heart! Pulling the heartstrings! How could there be a heartstring as solid as a rock? How could there be a heartstring as tough as steel? How could he be unmoved? How could he be indifferent?

Purple Pupil was still silent, but her heart was stinging violently. She was afraid that when she opened her mouth, she might be sobbing, and she was holding back her tears strongly. No matter how many grievances she has in the past, she won't say it, but this vivid picture of memories is really like a dagger, piercing her heart!

Is it a dream demon, hugging? Even if it is shrouded in a black cloud, this temperature ...... It's weird.

The black smoke enveloped the purple pupils, she didn't want to drive them away, her consciousness seemed to be paralyzed, no, she was pretending, right?

It's that kind of voice again: "Girl, you should be happy and immersed in happiness, being a demon slayer will hurt you, giving up, sometimes it's a kind of gain...... If you have a choice, you might ...... Oh no, it will be - all the ...... that you have always dreamed of."

The vast white, the picture began to distort......