Fog. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info overlapping fog. Groggy and swirling around me. It seemed to attract my attention with a misty beauty. I looked at the fog with fascination, but I always felt that something was missing.

What's missing? I frowned and pondered, but I couldn't think of anything. Hey? Why can't I remember? Why can't you think of anything, but still feel ...... What's missing? Why...... I always feel that this kind of scenery is familiar? Have I ever experienced this?

I kept thinking about it, trying to figure out why from memory, but to no avail. The mist was swirling and drifting around me. It's foggy, and you can't see anything clearly. I stop thinking without results. Raising his eyes, he looked into the fog in front of him, trying to see if there was something hidden in the fog.

I always feel that in the fog in front of me, there is something very important. I don't know why I feel the way I feel, but I decided to believe it. I decided to go into the fog and see what was inside.

But I couldn't lift my feet. There was a heavy force on my feet that prevented me from even taking a step forward. I lowered my eyes to see what was holding me in place. However, what caught my eye was a white expanse.

This is...... Snow?

I twitched my foot cautiously, but moved my pace with ease, making a footprint in a palm-deep snow. It's really snow. I raised my eyes and looked around, and as expected, the fog had cleared away, leaving only a white expanse in my field of vision.

Wait a minute. Why do I take it for granted? Obviously, just by lowering his eyes, the world changed its appearance. Why do I feel unexpected, I feel déjà vu in the face of such a thing?

Also, why do I feel like I'm missing a lot of things? Why do I feel like I'm going to lose it forever if I can't remember it? I lifted my palm and pressed it against my chest. Why? Why is there a tearing pain accumulating here?

I lifted my feet blankly, wandering aimlessly across the snow-covered wasteland. Looks like I'm looking for something. However, even I don't understand what I'm looking for. I just think it's important.

……

Moyin Bao'er sat on the sofa, her eyes reflecting the fluorescence of her laptop. She had learned all the simplified Chinese characters and how to operate the computer. So, she held it and sat alone on the couch in the middle, studying alone in the living room with the lights off.

On either side of her, there are two sofas that lie flat. Two of them were lying on the sofa, covered with quilts, already asleep. In a trance, this place seemed to go back to half a year ago, back to that last night.

Suddenly, Moyin Bao'er looked away from the computer screen and looked at the girl lying on the sofa next to her. Although the entire living room was only fluorescent lighting from the computer in her hand, she could easily see her suddenly frowning brow, and she knew that she was in a nightmare.

In her sleep, she silently bit her lower lip, as if she was thinking about something. She writhed uneasily, as if walking in her sleep, looking for the source of her uneasiness. However, she could not find it.

She gradually became a little agitated, and made some painful noises in her sleep. Mo Yin Bao'er looked at her silently, then turned her eyes and fell on Zhang Zhou, who was on the other side, but she didn't see any signs of him waking up. The sound she made was enough to disturb a person's sleep, but his breathing was still smooth and long, as if she didn't make that sound at all.

After staring for a moment, she turned her head again, ignoring Li Ai's anxious and pained voice, and basking in the knowledge she needed. She knew what the city had done to them, and from the first time she saw her, she saw that a fog hung over her head, obscuring some of her memories. She also understands what she can do on her own. However, if she did, what would happen to her?

She swiped the mouse, silently in her painful muttering, learning what she wanted to know about him who could help her stay with her. However, her heart was no longer at peace.

She knew that there were rules between heaven and earth that it could not disobey. All it can control is the unpowerful aliens, including the undead, and the creatures he has really chosen. So, she knew that although it covered her memory, it wouldn't last long. The more fiercely she resisted, the faster the shrouded fog would dissipate.

It's just that she doesn't understand. Obviously, the city could have directly manipulated the human being it controlled, and erased her memories through the hands of the sacrifice it chose. But why didn't it do that?

Unbeknownst to her, she had already had several experiences of having her memories erased. If she did it again, she would definitely feel that something was wrong. And with her character, she will definitely try her best to know what kind of memories she has lost. It's as if years have passed, but she still cares about the answer to that question, and sets up one game after another for it, entering a world she doesn't even understand.

So, even in her dreams, after feeling that she had forgotten something, she was frantically searching for answers. She walked in the snow, searching, trying to find the foggy place at the beginning, the existence that was so important to her senses, but which she had forgotten.

"The Mist...... Snow...... What imprisons me...... Feelings of loss...... Misty ......" she muttered meaningless words under her breath, as if she had been piecing together all sorts of information for answers. These words kept ringing in Moyin Bao'er's ears, as if all her struggles were reflected in her eyes. However, she still lowered her eyes, silently looking at the knowledge on the computer, indifferent to all her struggles.

For her, there is only one important person in this world. In that life, his name was Yan Gu; In this life, his name is Wang Yue. If telling her some truth wouldn't affect him, she didn't mind telling her all she could. Unfortunately, there are no ifs.

Her eyes were deep, and she didn't make any waves, and she was nailed to the computer screen, no longer moving for half a minute.

……

"Ah~" Xia Shuying hid under the eaves and sighed boredly. "Well, old moon messenger...... What, that's too long, tell me your name. ”

"......" Xiu did not respond. This made Xia Shuying very dissatisfied. "Hey, you asked me to tell you my name yesterday, and I told you all the time, and now I ask you your name, and you don't even say a word, which is too ......"

"What do you want to call me?" Xiu, who was detached from his memories, asked in a low voice. The moment she asked that question, he was in a trance, as if he had gone back hundreds of years. Go back to the time when I came to meet her. I heard her whisper again, "Yes...... Tell me your name? But, for some reason, he was a little resistant to telling the girl his name. Resistance for no reason. It's as if once you tell her this name, it means a betrayal of that time, that relationship. So he frowned and said something like that.

At the same time, he is also silently alerting himself. Although Xiu, who had broken away from his memories, was even more determined to save the girl, he also knew that this could not be rushed. Nor can she be perceptible to certain things. For example, the gods in his mouth are fictional; For example, he is not the Moon Elder Emissary...... He needed her to slay the aliens in order to paralyze the will of the city that was still drowsy.

Therefore, he gritted his teeth, suppressed his fluctuating emotions, and waited silently, waiting for the day when he would succeed. He knew that he was going to walk on the edge of a cliff, and with every step, half of him stepped on the abyss. He's gambling, gambling on a salvation. And this difficulty of salvation, he is not willing to let the person he wants to save know a little bit. After all, he didn't save for the sake of this object.

"Hmm~" Xia Shuying was a little embarrassed, and finally went crazy, "Old Moon Messenger? Emissary? Can't you tell me your name? Xiu was silent for a moment, then sighed, "My name can't be easily told to others, especially women. ”

"Because I am the elder Yue's close attendant, I take care of the old man's daily life. So the old man smelted my red thread and an oath together. He was babbling nonsense, trying to make sense of it, "The oath is that when I first tell my name to the opposite sex, it means that I have a crush on that opposite sex." Then my red line will be implicated in the red line of the opposite sex. ”

"So, I can't tell you my name." "I see." Xiu summed it up like this, and she believed it to be true. This topic is cut off here.

"......" After a moment of silence, Xiu asked in a low voice, "Well, when are you going to walk out from under the eaves?" ”

This question sobered up Xia Shuying, who was immersed in thinking about how to call Xiu. She raised her eyes, glanced at the white and bright streets illuminated by the scorching sun, and asked Xiu who was living in her eyes with a bitter face, "Can you wait until the sun goes down before going out?" ”

“…… We're going to look for people who can make you tempted, and we're going to be on guard against the demons that might happen. Xiu said in a deep voice, with a little majesty, "Let me ask you, are you going to pick any one to be your husband at night when the lights are dark?" Or don't you care about what happens during the day? ”

“…… I'm out. ”