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She took off her clothes and hung them at the bathroom door, and under the hazy frosted glass was layer after layer of light yellow body, accompanied by several bandages that came out of it, and fell silently.

The bandage was stained with wet droplets, and then it spread, rippling on the ground, and the blood was crimson.

"The temperature is okay, and the usual stove is a little naughty."

"Well, how do you say it. Actually, that's the problem of the White Cross. I don't have much skin, just a little above my chest. ”

"Well, in that case, I don't care."

"You go see her, I haven't even said thank you yet, I don't have time to say it."

The bathroom door was lightly closed, and Field looked up, imagining what was under construction on the transparent ceiling.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the white cross stands alone on the circular bakery, with an unknown image drawn on his fingertips. They ran back and forth, tiny shadows from below, in distant towns, with small lights. Another small dwelling with a triangular roof, a gentle slope, a slightly descending wall, and boxy windows.

"Haven't decided on the color of the walls yet?"

"Well, at least not white."

The white cross was a little decadent, sitting on the edge of the eaves, his feet dangling in the air, stepping on the wind that was surging from the depths below.

"Rest well today, see how tired you are."

"This position, it's really uncomfortable. I thought, after I built the house, I would live here. I'm tired of it and don't want to go back. ”

The town below is brightly lit, and the belly of the airship is white, making people squint and hope that it will go away soon.

Field's eyebrows were slightly curled, his hands were on his hips, and he scratched the hair at the back of his head, after all, because the headband was too tight.

"Far from the Holy Land?"

"Exactly."

Supporting his waist, in front of his eyes with his eyes open and closed, the white cross with his head tilted pinched the corner of the black and white cross on his chest, swaying, and looking.

"Do you want either? This is the supreme power. ”

His words had no weight and were full of hippie banter.

Field shook his head.

"But we are all hunted down, don't you know that this power is what many Creators dream of? Anyway, I really don't want it, it's all rubbish. As one of the symbols of the past, it has finally left. The voice was warm, and the other party's clenched arms were gently lowered. I can help you make your dreams come true, and since you don't want to take my share, let me be a part of you? ”

"No, no, that's not going to work."

With his hands swinging, Field felt something expand in his chest and his breathing was chopped up. The white cross in his eyes shook his head, and the familiar bow on his coiled hair made his pupils bigger and smaller.

She suddenly forgot how old she was when she received her birthday present. How old I am, I can't remember, I'm biased in the knots, my memory is scattered, and I can't pick up any fragments.

"What? Scared? Don't worry, you can take what belongs to me, it will always only identify with its owner. ”

The black and white cross swayed again, its surface covered with a snake-like reflection, a distorted lamp, a small wish reflected in the eyes of the dream. The fingers pinching her suddenly let go and fell into the girl's shirt, and Field breathed a sigh of relief. Little by little, the white cross got up lightly, opened his legs, and walked, closing his eyes, forbidden and charming, and the sharp fangs under the cover.

"Now, take it, shall you?"

The long white hair screamed, filling every corner of Field's little heart, flowing around the body with a cold wind, frost on the roof, snow-white fairy tale dreams,

"You want it, don't you? I know what you think, don't you go to the bakery in town every day for your own wishes? ”

"No, no...... I'm not like that,,,,," There was a slight coolness on his lips, from the sadness of his eyes. "I just want to ...... Do your own thing. As he spoke, he stepped back and shook his head.

"So, where can you retreat?" The arms are raised, grasping the prey. "My dear Miss Field, you are so cowardly that you refuse to accept even this little thing, how can you realize what you think is a dream, say! Tell me!! ”

"Miss Mengdian, I, can't, I want to."

"Be strong-willed and cover up what you've lost."

"I, I know, I know!"

Trembling and kneeling, the black and white cross exuded a huge coercion, a loud proclamation, a dazzling gray light.

"Accept it, and nothing will happen again. Your father, who will not cry in heaven for a little mistake on the part of his daughter, will forgive you for it. When you come to the dream world, every dream body is already dirty, what about the flawlessness of wishes, what about the nobility of morality! ”

Looking at the girl in front of him, her eyes were blank, she couldn't reach out, and the white cross pursed the corners of her mouth. The other party's breathing is no longer disordered, and the serenity of desire returns. Dream Body, Creator, Field, you will be my successor, and as the Dream Book, your original desire to escape reality will be fulfilled.

You will wake up.

With both hands crossed and the other hand holding the black and white cross, the white cross took three steps back in horror, and then raised his eyes to see the bright figure of the black cross.

"The water is a bit hot, you should go and warm up."

After that, he snatched the black and white cross, and between his fingers, there was a silver chain that still had residual warmth.

It almost worked. The dream is about to collapse, and after such a thing, they have become crazy. What's the use of saying those things now, after spending so much time together, you can know what I think. By the way, you may not be at ease if you say this, after all, she has been put in such a situation, but she has not shown that she wants to hurt you, is it also some form of compensation or atonement?

"I can't take it anymore."

Yes, I expected you to say this, you are an honest person, a woman who doesn't even hide her thoughts, I'm afraid no man can stand such a "thing", right? Come to think of it, you often complain about the anger at the zenith last time, and I can clearly feel it, and the scars scraped by time hurt so much that I am afraid. But I'm a person who doesn't have much sense, only pain nerves, maybe this state is better.

"Me too."

You're going to scold me again, both in your mouth and in your heart. Heck, that's a real nuisance, remind yourself not to let emotions take you away. If that kind of scene were embodied by you, I might be so angry that I would cry.

Three girls, one less, one less, left Field himself, slumped in the corner of the roof, consciousness still asleep.

The snow melted, the wind stopped, and the people dispersed.

The lights of the town were still bright, stirring up the air for a while.