I don't know how long it took for Liu Huanxue to wake up. When she opened her eyes, she saw a fog.

It turned out that she was still alive.

She walked aimlessly, wondering in her mind about the man's true intentions in placing her in the mist.

Although the fog was still unrecognizable, she knew intuitively that this place was different from the place she had just been.

This must have been the center of the dream, for as soon as she woke up, her chest felt tight, and her heart felt heavy as if something was pressing on her heart.

Although the person did not explain his identity, judging from the fact that he could constitute this dream that lasted for a hundred years, he was by no means an ordinary person.

He may be different from her, a demon, a demon, or an immortal?

Although absurd and ridiculous, it is hard to believe.

But she has Yusheng Han's storage zài around her, so it is naturally easier to believe in these magical, unknown storage zài.

He has enough power to make her unlovely, miserable.

But he left her alive and sent her here.

To say boring, she doesn't believe it.

Liu Huanxue kept walking, walking for a long, long time, and her legs were weak.

But the surroundings were still foggy, like an invisible net, imprisoning her in this unknown place.

"Woohoo."

After walking for a long time, a low cry suddenly came from the quiet and scary space.

Although it was small, Liu Huanxue still heard it.

Liu Huanxue has excellent hearing since she was a child, so she quickly caught the source of the cry and walked in that direction.

"Woohoo."

A child appeared in front of Liu Huanxue's eyes, he buried his head and cried in a low voice, unable to see his appearance.

His shoulders twitched, and he cried very sadly.

The white robe on his body was stained with water, and the white boots on his feet were covered with mud.

"Little brother, what are you crying about?"

Liu Huanxue squatted down and was at the same height as the child, and her voice was unconsciously soft.

The sudden appearance of the voice startled the child, and he stopped crying, and timidly raised his little head and aimed at the person in front of him with a pair of big black eyes.

The smile on the corner of Liu Huanxue's mouth froze, this child turned out to be the little boy just now.

Her eyes widened, and she couldn't make out what was going on in front of her for a moment.

The little boy's big eyes sparkled with curiosity, and there were tears on his eyelashes that had not dissipated.

He looked like he had been crying for a long time, and his eyes were red.

He looks exactly like that person, but his demeanor and demeanor are completely different.

The man was cold and detached, while the person in front of him was innocent and harmless.

His voice was soft and nice.

"Sister, who are you?"

She gathered her mind and said, "My name is Liu Huanxue, what about you?" ”

"My name is Mengchen, Mo Mengchen. Sister, why did you get here? ”

How do you talk to him?

Say you're trapped in this dream and you're being sent here?

"I'm passing by here, staying here for one night."

"Does that sister like this? Isn't it beautiful here? ”

He was suddenly interested, blinking big black eyes, and he was so cute.

"It's beautiful here."

Except that this is a void made of dreams, judging from the scenery of Peach Blossom Town a hundred years ago, it is indeed very beautiful.

"That is, Peach Blossom Town is the most beautiful place in the world."

He seemed to be pleased, and giggled, revealing two small dimples, which were very cute.

Coupled with his beautiful little face, it seems to be able to melt everyone's hearts.

Mengchen is not that child, even if they look alike, Mengchen is not him.

Mengchen's smile is innocent and beautiful, without any impurities.

"And what are you crying about?"

His bright eyes immediately dimmed, his head drooped, and his voice was muffled and very sad.

"Dead, everybody's dead. I'm the only one. ”

"Then why don't you go out?"

"No, I don't. This is where I grew up. I was reluctant to leave. ”

"Mengchen, they're no longer there. You are alone, you have to live well. ”

"Nope."

Mengchen shook his head, and suddenly laughed again.

"They're not dead, they're alive. It's my mistake. You see them too, don't you? ”

"Mengchen, now they are the walking dead."

After a pause, Liu Huanxue continued: "People, there will always be a day when they die, this is an eternal law. We will be sad and painful, but we who are alive still have to live well. ”

He still had his head bowed, his expression wistful.

But from his blinking eyes, Liu Huanxue knew that he was listening to her carefully.

"But even if they die, as long as we don't forget them, they are still alive in our brains. All we can do is carry their expectations, see what they want to see, and do what they want to do. ”

"We should free them, not imprison them, to meet our own ** and needs."

"Confinement? Extrication? ”

He frowned, puzzled in his big eyes.

She looked at him, as if she saw her little self.

After her whole family was wiped out, she was so lonely and always curled up and cried alone.

But she still has Yusheng Han by her side, while Mengchen is alone.

He has been guarding an empty town alone for a hundred years, a dream, he has been doing for a hundred years.

He created the whole dream, but he was alone, but he was alone in a corner and cried sadly.