In Ling Luo's Divine Consciousness Space, there was endless desolation and darkness everywhere, and there was no light or hope to be seen, just like a dark whirlpool, which people couldn't get out of if they stepped into it.

Ling Luo hugged his body tightly and shrunk into a small ball in the corner, revealing half of his face full of grief and sadness.

Ling Luo thought that if she was locked here, she would no longer be entangled by the pain of the real Shijie, but here, she began to constantly think of the memories that Ling Luo had never wanted to remember when she was a child.

Ling Luo has been weak since he was a child, and he is always undersized compared to children of the same age, very thin and pitiful, and is often bullied by other children in the orphanage.

The children in the orphanage are more psychologically darker than ordinary children, and the methods of bullying are endless, and the management staff is not only few, but also too lazy to take care of their affairs, only treating everything as a joke between children, and never asking.

Ling Luo is neither smart nor cute, and she is not as cute as girls of the same age, which makes adults smile, and no one wants to be with her.

Ling Luo has no friends, and she doesn't know what love is, she will always be alone sitting alone on the vine-covered swing in the corner, holding her only rag doll, watching everyone run and play happily.

Ling Luo is not a fool, she naturally feels very unhappy alone in an orphanage, so since she was ten years old, she has been desperately looking for part-time jobs and jobs, and doing her best to get out of here.

When Ling Luo reached the age of fifteen and was finally able to leave the orphanage and move out on her own, what was hidden under the envious eyes of everyone was the bitterness of going to school during the day, working at night, and never being able to rest and play on weekends.

That kind of desperate work is like a plant that strives to grow in the midst of thorns, even if it hits its head and bleeds, it hopes to bloom its most beautiful flowers.

Ling Luo has always lived like this, never knowing what the meaning of life would be, what future she would have, maybe it was because of the mercy of the god of fate that she came to this shijie.

With friends, with their care and love, she gave Ling Luo all the beautiful and warm things unexpectedly, making her seem to fly into the clouds all of a sudden.

Even if she knew that the person who had all this was only Luo Xue in her previous life, she was still willing to do it, and tried her best to be a happy and cheerful Ling Luo without sadness.

But now Ling Luo knows that it all turned out to be fake, she is still nothing, she is still the Ling Luo that no one needs, no one cares about, the waste Ling Luo.

The beauty that Ling Luo has is only because of Luo Xue's identity as the "queen", and now that Luo Xue's identity is exposed, her shadow-like stand-in is like a bubble blown out of soap and water, and the ending after a short period of illusory beauty is only shattered.

One second he was enjoying the happiness of heaven, but the next second he fell into the terrifying Infernal Hell, and the pain and sadness of such a rapid change were unbearable.

If she hadn't experienced happiness and beauty, Ling Luo might not be as sad as she is now, but even so, she still felt glad that she could come here, Yujian and these people, go through these things, even if they don't need her anymore from now on, leaving her aside like an abandonment, Ling Luo will never forget the happy memories she got during this time.