She waved her hand behind her back to the maid, and said wearily, "Go out of the road." ”

She wiped the sweat from her face.

The maid said in a trembling hoarse voice, "The slave and maid are gone." ”

She focused on the pain in her body, not noticing that the maid's voice was eerily similar to Saisakura's.

The wound healed quietly and the pain gradually disappeared.

The white shirt was stained red with blood, but the wound was gone.

She touched the smooth skin behind her back. sarcastically said in his heart, heh, after coming to this world, not only did he lose his self-esteem, but even his physique changed. Heh, what is left of her? This body? Or is it this face?

She reached out and took a mirror from the red crystal table and looked at herself in the mirror.

The black hair reaches the waist like seaweed, the bangs are obliquely on the forehead, the willow eyebrows that are half covered by the hair, the slightly long eyes, the black eyes have no emotion, and the red cherry-like lips under the high bridge of the nose have an indescribable charm.

Without this face, he would let her go, and she wouldn't hurt anyone else. There will be no more confinement and no one will die because of her.

She picked up a crystal shard from the ground, closed her eyes resolutely, and slashed it her face.

Tears flowed down this cheek into the wound, as if someone had sprinkled a handful of salt, and it hurt terribly. She frowned tightly.

She opened her eyes and looked at the bloody face in the mirror, and suddenly, there was a thrill of self-harm. Blood flowed through the corners of her mouth, and she stretched out the tip of her tongue to lick it, a bit like a bloodthirsty demon, and the rich blood stimulated her taste buds.

Looking at the remnant face in the mirror, she actually smiled. smiled with relief......

The pain slowly disappeared, and her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at her face in the mirror, and the wound gradually recovered. Only the blood stains on his face proved that what had just happened was real.

What's going on, isn't it......

Why didn't she think that the wounds on her body could recover quickly, but why couldn't she on her face.

I can't escape, and now I can't even die.

She got up neatly, patted off the crystal shards on her body, and walked out of the coffin.

The maid stood respectfully by the gate of the Scarlet Snow Palace, and when she saw her, her face turned pale in an instant. Sakura ...... She is surprisingly similar to Sakura, with the same face that is not easy to notice, the same expressionless, and the same eyes as deep as a black hole.

The maid looked up at her and said respectfully, "The slave is the maid Cai'er who just came over this afternoon. "There was no doubt about the blood on her face.

When she heard her voice, her body shook slightly.

Her voice was hoarse like Sakura's, and her mouth seemed like a container full of sand.

And she didn't say a word, but avoided her like a plague.

After Sakura died, she began to be afraid of her face like Sakura, she was afraid of her expression, her eyes were deep like Sakura, and her voice was hoarse like Sakura.

She was afraid that a second Sakura would die for herself. She also didn't want anyone to die for herself. She wants to hide from everyone, she wants to live alone......

This afternoon? When she ran out, it was also ...... When Sakura died. Cai'er? Colorful cherry blossoms? She couldn't help but overlap them.

After eagerly asking Cai'er about the location of the bathroom, she ran to the bathroom as if she were running for her life......