Fog. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The familiar, overlapping fog that surrounded me obscured my vision and made it impossible for me to see in front of me. Everything around me was shrouded in fog, and I couldn't cast my gaze.

This scene feels very familiar to me. I subconsciously lifted my foot, and then I felt the heaviness of the restraint on my ankle for some reason. My body subconsciously made a movement, trying to look down to see what was restraining my feet, but in a special feeling that suddenly rose, I chose to stop bowing my head and let myself stand quietly in place, waiting for something to happen.

I gradually remembered something. For example, I had a similar or identical dream last night. For example, after waking up from that dream, I always had a feeling that I was about to lose; For example, every time I face Zhang Zhou, I feel that this dream has something to do with him.

In my last dream, was I standing here too? Vaguely, I felt like I would miss something if I looked down at what was holding me back.

Why, why do I feel that way? I only have vague memories of last night's dream, and I don't even remember that my feet were ever bound in the dream, but I still feel this way and believe it. It's like, as if I've really experienced it......

I stood silently in place, waiting, waiting for what I felt would come up and that I couldn't miss. I waited a long time, but I didn't wait for anything. It wasn't until I was about to give up and look down at what was holding my feet that I heard the sound breaking the silence in the mist.

Bang, click...... The voice grew louder and louder, slowly approaching me from the depths of the mist. Yes, closer, not closer. I always felt that the sound was very reassuring to me.

I lifted my lowered eyes and looked at the fog in front of me again, ready to wait for the sound to be revealed in front of me. But as soon as I raised my eyes, the voice stopped abruptly, and the fog in front of me dissipated in an instant, transforming into a vast white. It was snow, snow that covered the whole land.

One piece is pure white, one piece is safe. Soft and cold, it makes people want to bury themselves here. It's strange, it's snowy everywhere, it's supposed to be cold to the bone, why, why do I feel so warm and soft in this piece of silver?

I should take a step, go forward, look in the direction I'm on. My heart fluttered softly, and I told me so. Even though this feeling is extremely vague, even if this feeling is so unbelievable, I believe it without hesitation and follow its guidance. Because, it is 'me' who makes this reminder. Nothing malicious, belongs to my 'me'.

After getting to know Zhang Zhou, after seeing the world where Zhang Zhou exists and fights, I began to believe in the existence of some things. And after experiencing many events where my memories were erased, and after seeing the appearance of the legendary nine-tailed demon fox that charmed people, I began to believe that those creatures that can lure others do exist.

So I sometimes wonder how I should break free if I am swayed by other people's thoughts and wills. There is no way. Here are my conclusions. Unless I can isolate myself from other people's influence on me at the very beginning. Other than that, I can only trust 'me'.

All I can do is use my only advantage to separate the will that contains malicious erosion from my own latent will. I believe that 'I' is definitely full of kindness to me. And I can easily distinguish even the slightest bit of malice.

I strode forward, completely unaware that what had bound my feet in the fog might still be there, and strode forward to the end, running wildly. I gasped as I ran, and the air I exhaled steamed into a misty white mist that obscured part of my vision.

I ran in the snow as hard as I could, trying to go in that direction, as if it was too late, and what I was looking for, what was waiting in front of me, would disappear.

However, just as I felt closer and closer to the thing I was looking for, something suddenly became wrong with the snow under my feet, and before I could react, I suddenly stepped into the air and rolled down the collapsed slope on my side, and it took a while to stop. As I propped myself up and shook off the cold snowflakes all over my body, I suddenly realized that I had lost my sense of direction. So I understood, this time, I couldn't find it.

But if I am allowed to give up like this, how can I be willing? I got up and climbed up the crumbling slope like crazy, looking around, trying to find the path I had walked, the footprints I had left behind, and then follow the direction of the footprints to find my path. However, I suddenly found that there were large snowflakes falling in this sky. All the traces I have left behind have been buried by this pure white.

Heaven and earth are vast white, and in this white, I can't see anything......

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The fluorescence of the computer shone as always, reflecting on Moyin Bao'er's flawless skin. She swiped the mouse fluently, forking off another e-book about cooking. Just as she was about to open another page, the girl lying on the sofa next to her moved restlessly again.

A pair of lotus arms struggled out of the soft quilt, and their legs kept dancing in the quilt, as if they were scratching something, as if they were climbing something. She bit her lower lip and frowned, and moved her hands and feet like this for a while before she stopped.

Her hands stretched out to an unknown place fell weakly, and together with the frowning brow, they turned into a weak and distressing abruptness.

Moyin Bao'er kept watching her movements, from the time she struggled to stretch out her arms, and until the end of her powerless abruptness, her gaze stayed on her.

After her arms hung down for a while, she suddenly took the computer away from her lap, got up and walked to Li Ai's bedside, staring at her face condescendingly, and after a moment of silence, she leaned down and gently tucked her two arms exposed outside the quilt back into the quilt.

She straightened up and looked at the girl, who still had a painful look on her face, and suddenly felt that she was looking at herself. Her eyes darkened, she turned silently, walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, and then stopped beside the silver chair, and stretched out her fingers, as if trying to pull open the thin pale curtain. But when it came to touch, he hesitated.

After a long while, she suddenly bit her lower lip, firmly grasped the curtain, and slowly opened a gap that was neither wide nor narrow. Obviously, the curtain was very light, and it was only a very easy thing to open a gap, but as if she had exhausted all her strength, she leaned weakly on the remaining curtains, feeling the cold temperature on the glass that was clinging to the curtain, and slowly calmed down her rapid breathing.

After a long time, she raised her eyes and glanced in a certain direction. In that direction, immersed in the deep night, no one could see the scenery over there. However, she could clearly see that behind the shadows of the overlapping high-rise buildings thousands of meters apart, the apartment that was also not lit by any lights, and she could see the window that belonged to him that was covered by bright yellow curtains.

"Yan Gu ......" she murmured the name of his past life, and after a moment of silence, she whispered the name of his present life. Wang Yue ......" These two names seemed to give her great courage, and her body leaning against the window slowly straightened up.

The confusion and fragility in her eyes slowly receded, leaving behind the same tenacity and indifference as usual. She glanced in that direction again, silently closed the curtains, turned back to the couch, picked up the computer again, and clicked on the new page.

She didn't know that when she looked at Wang Yue's house from afar, he just woke up from his dream, sat up, and glanced in the direction where she was. And after she withdrew her gaze, Wang Yue, who was sitting on the bed, also felt a sense of loss in his heart.

Turning his head silently, Wang Yue lifted the quilt covering the lower half of his body, got up and sat in front of the desk, silently opened the notebook, found a blank page, and then picked up the pen and silently sketched under the dim lamp, outlining the girl who couldn't see her face clearly in the dream.

He is obviously not good at painting, and he obviously does not have any skills. But when he described her who only existed in his dreams, he was so smooth. It was as if her appearance had been carved into his bones and melted into his soul. In just a few strokes, her image jumps onto the page. And when her appearance was completely revealed on the paper, he silently dropped the pen in his hand and leaned weakly on the back of the chair, with a sad expression.

She didn't care, when she opened the curtains and looked at Wang Yue's house, the blue-shirted young man clearly heard all her mutters behind the half of the curtains she had not opened, and his eyes gradually became trembling and dim.

She no longer cared about all the guardiness and malice contained in the special will that swirled around her.

She no longer cared about the special entanglement between the two lying on either side of her, nor did she think about what role she should play in it.

She had already made her choice, and she had already gotten the result. It's just that the choice and the result always make her feel uneasy. In that life, whenever she felt uneasy, she would always go to him, and he would give her an answer. So just now, all she had to do was ask him and get that answer.

She already has the answer, but she leaves it for tomorrow.