Click. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info click. Click. Click...... The unhurried sound of the hands turning gradually resounded throughout the living room. Of the three sofas that lay down horizontally around the coffee table, a somewhat thin body curled up on the right one.

In the dim light of the room, you could see the frowning brow on her face sunk into the pillow, and the white knuckles on her palms clutching the edges of the quilt. Her lips quivered slightly, as if she were trapped in a terrible nightmare.

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Da, da......

Who is it? Whose footsteps are they? Li Ai tried to open his eyes, trying to see the approaching person. But no matter how hard she tried, all she could see was darkness. She raised her hand and tried to use it to prop up her eyelids, but what she could reach was a different texture from her skin. Only then did she realize that she had already opened her eyes. It's just that when she is in the dark, there is darkness everywhere she looks.

She relaxed, silently waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, and then to see who the approaching person was. For some reason, she felt that the approaching man would definitely not hurt her. She felt a strange sense of reassurance about the approaching footsteps. It's close to trust, but it's beyond trust.

However, she did not expect that as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, the footsteps she heard gradually began to change. When a person's other senses are suppressed, the only remaining feeling becomes extremely acute! So she could hear the footsteps gradually change from steady at first to rapid and messy.

She frowned, not understanding for a moment what had happened to make the footsteps of the visitor change so much. She narrowed her eyes, then opened them again, accustomed to the reflection of shadows in the darkness in her pupils. She didn't bother with anything else around her, but hurriedly focused her gaze on the direction where the footsteps were coming from.

However, she didn't see the person who made the footsteps, because there was a thick fog in front of her! But for some reason, there was a growing panic in her heart, and it seemed that the next moment she would see a picture that would make her extremely frightened.

She wanted to meet the person who was approaching earlier, but suddenly found that her feet felt restrained. She lowered her eyes and was stunned to find her feet naked on the cold ground, a pair of pitch-black shackles cuffed to her ankles, her gaze extending backwards along the chains the thickness of her arms, disappearing into the depths of the mist. Only then did she realize that she was not leaning behind her. She suddenly felt a tearing pain coming from her chest, instantly making her lips bloodless. She raised her palm and carefully pressed the painful spot, her eyes full of incomprehension.

This painful sensation is somewhat familiar...... Nasty familiarity. It's like ...... Lost something important. I...... Am I losing it again? I...... What was lost?

Li Ai pressed his aching chest, and his eyes showed a thick look of confusion. At that moment, the chaotic footsteps that were approaching suddenly stopped, and then there was the dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. She subconsciously raised her eyes and stared in that direction.

She had a gut feeling that the people who were approaching her had a lot to do with the strange pain in her chest. There was no basis for this feeling, but it convinced her.

She waited a long time, but she didn't wait for the footsteps to sound again. And the fog in front of her didn't mean to dissipate. She lowered her eyes, stared again at the chains that were linked to the shackles and stretched into the depths of the mist, gritted her teeth fiercely, crouched down, and pulled hard. But no matter how hard she tried, the chain did not move, as if it were poured into one. In the end, she couldn't move a single step forward.

Just as she stood up in discouragement, a small voice that she had been ignoring again came to her ears. It seemed to be the sound of the fabric rubbing against the ground, as if a man was crawling along the ground.

She moved her eyes and stared into the mist in front of her, and between the shadows, there seemed to be a human figure. He was crawling with difficulty, towards where she was. But...... He's moving on smaller and smaller. If this continues, she may not be able to see his face in the end.

But...... Li Ai measured the distance between herself and the man, and if she leaned down and stretched out her hand, he only had to move a little further forward to grab her hand, and in that case, she could pull him over with force.

She leaned down as she thought and plunged her hand into the fog in front of her, silently waiting for the man to grab her palm. For a while, he didn't pay attention, and intentionally or unintentionally, he once again neglected the practice of using words.

She waited for a while before she felt a strange touch in her palm. She hurriedly folded her hands, grabbed the hand that had reached into her palm, which was larger than hers, and pulled the man who was trying to crawl towards her over.

After pulling the man over, she knelt on the spot and rested for a while before reaching out and turning him over on the ground. The moment he saw his face clearly, Li Ai suddenly gasped.

The face full of blood clearly belonged to Zhang Zhou.

She shook his body vigorously, trying to wake him up. But no matter how she swayed, he didn't react. She finally stopped shaking him, letting the warm liquid trickle out of her eyes, dripping onto his bloodstained face, and sliding down his cheeks to the pitch-black ground. Just as the blood-mixed tear touched the ground, the pitch-black stone suddenly rolled up, covering his body little by little, and pulling him under the ground with all his might.

Li Ai was awakened from her grief by such movements. She grabbed Zhang Zhou's arm hard, trying to pull him out of the stony mire. She was unwilling to let go, even if she would be swallowed by the stony ground.

Just as she was desperately battling the tumbling stone floor, she suddenly felt empty in her hands. The hand she had been holding suddenly disappeared between her fingers, and she stumbled a few times, but her center of gravity was unstable, and she sat in the white snowdrift.

Snow drift? Li Ai was stunned, but for a while he was very confused. Obviously, he was still in the fog just now, and the dark stone ground under his feet was in an instant, and he came to the ice and snow in an instant, and the snow under his feet was replaced by white and soft snow. Not only that, but even the pitch-black shackles that had been binding her ankles were completely gone.

Aware of this, Li Ai was overjoyed, and hurriedly stood up and looked in the direction she was trying to pull just now, but found that there was nothing in that direction.

She turned her head around in panic, trying to find out where she was just now, and dig out Zhang Zhou, who had fallen into the snow. Before she knew it, she had begun to forget what she had just experienced, and even the memory of the black stony ground devouring Zhang Zhou had quietly transformed into him being trapped in the deep snow......

She suddenly stopped looking for it, and stared at Zhang Zhou, who was standing on the snow not far away, with a warm smile at her. At that moment, she sensed a joy of being lost and regained. She breathed a sigh of relief, and ran towards where he was, but after only two steps, she stopped again.

She suddenly sensed that something was wrong. Like, like...... I got something wrong, and I felt like I missed something. Something was echoing, over and over again, gradually turning from vague to distinct. Her gaze suddenly became sluggish, as if she was immersed in something, and then instantly condensed. It was just a momentary change, and the voice was so clear that it was easy to distinguish the content of the words.

The moment he heard the words that had been repeated, Li Ai was stunned again.

"So...... Can you tell me...... What exactly are you trying to fight against? ”

The voice was her own.

Just as she noticed this, her eyes suddenly returned to clarity. At the same time, a blanket of pure white fell from her eyes. She involuntarily raised her head and looked up at the somewhat gray sky, facing the snowflakes falling from the sky, so pure white, so beautiful...... So suitable for burial.

She lowered her head and moved her gaze to Zhang Zhou, who was standing opposite her, but suddenly found ...... His body was gradually dissipating, and the smile on his face was getting brighter and brighter, and this splendor slowly dimmed as she ran towards him in a hurry.

He struggled to raise his hand, trying to touch her face before it dissipated completely. However, until the moment when his hands completely dissipated, he did not touch her face. He smiled weakly, and finally moved his lips at her, making a silent goodbye, "Goodbye......"

Li Ai rushed forward, trying to hold him back as he dissipated. However, the only thing left in her arms was the clothes that still had a little body temperature. She fell to her knees in the icy snow and burst into tears.

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In the empty living room, the thin girl curled up on the flat sofa suddenly sat up and let out a heavy, violent gasp.

She suddenly felt something strange in the corner of her eye, and when she reached out to touch it, she found that there were still tears left there. She turned her eyes to look at her pillow, and in the faint light of near dawn, she easily spotted the traces soaked in tears.

She moved her fingertips and rubbed the wet spot on the pillow. She knew she was crying in her sleep, but she couldn't remember what the dream that made her cry look like.

She didn't look up, so she didn't notice the strange ripples in the darkness. So, she never knew who made her forget her dreams.