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It was late at night. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 How deep is info? It's about 30 floors to the ground, that is, 100 meters of runway, when placed vertically on the ground.

The girl standing on a tall building shrouded in darkness and cold felt so.

A dying man stopped again. The reasons why she stopped? I can't say enough about the moment she died, and one of the reasons was that she didn't have shoes, she didn't wear her favorite running shoes, her feet were so cold. - The pair of feet that can crush the crystal shoes and then step on the glass slag and still move forward are not moving at the moment.

She looked down at the bottomless abyss, she listened to the inaudible howl of the wind, she opened her mouth and spoke the inexhaustible heart. No one saw her, no one heard her, no one answered her, but there was still a shadow of a few cold lights that pierced her eyes, and there was always such a cold wind beating her face, she couldn't dodge, and she didn't want to dodge.

Her flowing black hair was blown up by the wind, and the strands were intertwined into a mask that covered her face—everything set off the expressionless face. She picked up her fingers and brushed the messy strands of hair behind her ears, but in an instant they blew them away again.

She looked helplessly in front of her—it was all darkness, and in the distance—it was darkness too. Her eyes reflected the darkness of the night sky, as if all the black things had slipped out of her eyes. If so, of course she wants to take them back, close her eyes, and sleep forever - no more letting the darkness escape her eyes!

No more, they could not hear the cordial call, they all knew her name, but they never called her name seriously, not once! she heard her name in the whistling wind, but she was not surprised in the slightest, she knew that it was only an auditory hallucination. She knew it when she covered her ears with her hands and the sharp sound was still pounding in her ears.

She spoke quietly, quietly, softly, speaking things that were for her alone, words that only she could understand. The whispering words stopped in the wind, and in the next second, those words did not spread far away. In fact, the moment they spoke, they had all been brutally torn apart by the wind.

She remained still. What was she waiting for, or was she standing so high in search of something?

It's not cold in high places, it's not cold...... But also-live up to the cold! The coldness of the skull made her desperate to gamble!

"Jump off and it'll all be over. ”

"There won't be any whatever, even if there is, the lucky one will definitely not be me!"

“……”

She was silent again, and these reasons did not seem to convince her. As always, she stared at the cascading clouds in the distant sky, and she watched, watched—the beloved sky was still so far away. And the envoy of death is close at hand, but he can't let go of it and embrace it.

Yes, she had been waiting for a hug, but if all she had been waiting for was darkness, cold, and pain, she would still break free without hesitation, and even if she gave everything, she couldn't let herself be in them! All she wanted was an escape, a transcendent place to be out of the world!

The young heart is still beating, and it is still beating so steadily, because there is no joy, no anger, no sorrow, and no fear. However, I can still clearly feel that my heart is cold, cold, cold. In the corner of her eye, there was clearly a crystal hot thing. She carefully kept it from falling—she was stingy not to leave a trace of the world, even if it was just a tear.

Faltering......

It's not her, it's the night sky. Behind her, two stars suddenly appeared, like a pair of eyes, staring silently, secretly monitoring her, and even wanting to watch her leave.

In the blink of an eye, the stars had crept behind the clouds, leaving only the dark night sky laughing silently.

Why did she come to this point? It's so unconscious...... No, she had never been so sober as she was now.

Do people think about some things in the past before they die? At this moment, some images flashed in her mind, and there was nothing on them, perhaps because they came and flew away suddenly, and she didn't have time to remember.

At that time, how many difficult and dangerous roads she had overcome and walked through, and at this moment, she must also move forward firmly like a warrior!

There is nothing to be attached to anymore, even the old ambition - to make everyone remember her name, she has left behind.

She closed her eyes, and all the colors slipped out of her eyes. Isn't darkness one color? No, darkness is all colors. When all the colors are gone, all the colors are frozen in front of you. Thinking about it, she actually raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a poignant smile. Then, open your arms.

Her arms were shaking. Is it cold, or is she afraid? No, she is not afraid of death, how can she be afraid of the cold? Could it be that the world in her hands is trembling? She heard a hurried footstep, louder and louder, near, near, too late—her body leaned forward......

Fall.

At that moment, I fell from a very high place into a mysterious realm, like a meteor kissing the earth, beautiful and short.

There really are shooting stars!

See. In the dark night sky, an arc suddenly crossed, flashing with purple light, so beautiful. It's just that no one noticed where this brilliant meteor fell, because the people of this world are always cowering, they are not without time to look at the sky, but they just don't have the courage to raise their heads.

Listen! The clock struck twelve at midnight, and a nun sensed something and came out of the orphanage.

In front of the door, there was a baby girl.

The nun picked up the baby girl. The baby girl laughed, babbling, and drifted away in the dead silence of midnight.

The baby girl's eyes were so strange that they were purple—mysterious purple, deep purple, subtle purple. However, it is also beautiful, shining brightly, like a star in the dark.

The nun gave the baby girl a nice name: Purple Pupil.

thestoryhasbegun.

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