In other words, the power that resides in Zhang Zhou's body is likely to be inherited from the girl who is almost exactly the same as Midorihime. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info It was only when she died that Zhang Zhou got this power. If this speculation is true, Zhang Zhou's idea of finding the same kind will never come true.

He was alone, carrying the thirteen powers on his back, and on his back the burden of protecting the peace of the city. There was no one else to find who could bear it with him. With her somewhat dark personality at that time, after knowing such a truth, what kind of considerations did she not tell him?

She didn't understand who she was at the time. Therefore, she unconsciously tried to recall her feelings at that time, trying to decipher the reason for doing so. But after recalling for a while, I didn't recall anything meaningful. She unconsciously raised her fingers and pinched her eyebrows, soothing the dull pain from a lot of thinking.

"Wait, what am I doing here?" The fingers pinching the center of the eyebrows suddenly froze there, and the eyes that were almost instinctively closed opened at the same time. "I'm obviously combing through useful clues, why do my thoughts jump to strange things?" She asked in a low voice in a bit of panic, but subconsciously moved her gaze to the translucent curtain reflected by the skylight, and no longer looked at Zhang Zhou lying on her side.

She may know why, but she still doesn't say it. Because, it's one thing to know, and it's another thing to be calm. It is also because, once it is spoken, there is no room for turnaround.

It seems that it is still a little unsafe to just look away, or that it is possible for him to interfere with his thoughts; Maybe it's because she can't figure it out for the time being, or because she doesn't want to figure it out...... Anyway, she got up in a bit of a hurry and left the couch with the temperature of his body.

However, after that, no matter where she sits, no matter what point of entry she wants to use to think about those things, she will always turn to something strange like that when she thinks about it to a certain extent. From the sofa where he slept to the sofa that once belonged to Midorihime and then to Moyin Bao'er, and then to the cold silver-white chair...... Time and time again, she couldn't get out of this predicament. At the end, with a somewhat dejected sigh, she stood up from the table, pulled back the transparent curtains that were reflected in the sky outside, and set her eyes on the tiled blue sky with a slight white mist.

In the winter noon sky, under the light of the sun, the clouds are surprisingly few, and the whole sky has a faint tile gray blue, which is a little melancholy and easy to indulge. Throw your tossed and somewhat irritable heart into such a sky, let that melancholy tile gray blue wash, all the irritability will gradually fade away, and all that is left is the same melancholy as this sky. And such a melancholy mood can just straighten out the thoughts that have become a little chaotic in the chaos from time to time.

There is no reason and no content, only the melancholy of resonance can relax the mind and also eliminate irritability. She had discovered such a thing a long time ago. She looked up at the sky, her eyes reflecting the gray-blue melancholy. After a long time, she finally withdrew her gaze to the sky, stretched to herself, turned and walked towards the bathroom, "Well, I'm hungry...... Wash up and then make lunch......"

She dragged her slippers towards the bathroom, but she was a little dazed and muttered to herself, "But for us who haven't had breakfast, what should this be called?" Brunch? By the way, is there anything else in the fridge? I want to think about ......"

She muttered to herself, stood in front of the sink in the bathroom, and casually raised her eyes to meet the eyes of the girl with messy hair in the mirror. What kind of eyes are they? Bright, beautiful, and with a little bit of simple happiness that didn't belong to her. The happiness even flowed down the corners of her eyes to her mouth, making the corners of her mouth slightly curvature. Seeing such a face, she shook the mouthwash cup she had just held in her hand, and fell into the sink with a bang.

Hearing this, she came back to her senses, hurriedly lowered her head, and reached out to pick up the wash cup from the sink. When I looked up again, the smile that was originally full of eyes was no longer visible, and the corners of my mouth that were slightly hooked up quietly fell, and only the same face and the same light were reflected in the mirror.

She used her usual light to cover the small happiness in her eyes, and the bright smile that had been revealed with the same expression as before. After taking several deep breaths, she calmed down and silently began to wash.

She kept her head down, her hair hanging down to cut off her gaze from the mirror, and even cut off her vision, and all that could be reflected in her dim eyes was the beige sink. She stared vacantly at the sink, numbly twitching her toothbrush back and forth. Try to empty your mind, try to forget, forget what you saw in the mirror at that moment.

Once, her favorite thing to do, apart from improving interesting machinery like telescopes, was human observation. She is accustomed to setting up a modified telescope in a room where she is alone, moving from one field of vision to another, with indescribably complex feelings, staring at the crowd everywhere with cold eyes, and interpreting the desires and thoughts that are full of their hearts through the various expressions on their faces and their respective small movements. At that time, she secretly believed that all actions in this world, all relationships in this world, were based on desires, and all actions occurred in order to satisfy certain desires for herself.

In order to see the ugliness and evil of the world clearly, and to suppress her desire for the prosperous world outside, she stopped for a certain period of time, and tried to do such things, using her favorite telescope as a child to conduct this so-called human observation. She looked at the ugliness and evil of the world, and she could imagine what everything she saw was like in that vision.

And this kind of action has lasted for nearly seven years, and in these seven years, the ability to see the hidden desires of the other party through expressions and movements has subtly turned into instinct. On this basis, you can even roughly infer what the other party is thinking in their hearts. It's just that, as the saying that it is difficult for fellow doctors to heal themselves, she has never been able to see her desires clearly, nor can she see what she is thinking in her heart.

When she mastered this ability, out of an instinctive uneasiness that she didn't want others to see through herself, she buried all her desires and thoughts under a cold expression. She lowered her eyes, locked her expression, and buried all her emotions deep in her heart, even when she faced herself in the mirror, she never showed half of it.

When something lasts for a long time, it becomes a habit. A mask is worn for a long time and then it is forgotten to take it off, and even if such a thing does not need to last, even if such a mask has been removed, it will take a lot of time to get rid of this habit, and it will take a lot of time to get the face used to being directly exposed to the air. So...... Even if there was no need, she never saw it, and she never understood it. It's obviously her own mind, and it's clear that she has the ability to see through it, but she still can't understand anything.

However, just now, at the moment when she met her gaze reflected in the mirror, when the face with a little smile in the mirror was reflected in her eyes, she quietly found that the cold mask used to protect her mind quietly melted.

And without the protection of this mask, driven by instinct, that glance made the desire in her heart transparent. And in the face of such a state of affairs, she seemed so overwhelmed, and she was in a moment of disappointment. What should she do? She asked herself repeatedly, but she couldn't get an answer.

She mechanically lifted her mouthwash cup, took a sip of cold tap water in her mouth, moved her cheeks, and spat the white-foaming water aside. Then, while cleaning his toothbrush and cup, he tilted his head a little blankly and stared at the ceiling above him. After a while, he lowered his head. And the moment she lowered her head, her eyes were once again obscured by mist and coldness, and even her face, which had been much more vivid, became dull. She wanted to learn from the ostrich as she had done seven years ago, and to bury her head in the sand by deceiving herself.

However, how can a barrier that has already been broken once be used a second time? The coldness in her eyes and the blankness on her face only existed for a short moment, and when she opened the bathroom door, they all shattered.

Because, just as she opened the bathroom door and was about to walk out in such a posture, a face with a little anxiety came into her field of vision. This made her body stiffen, standing in place in a daze, the coldness in her eyes and the woodenness on her face were stiffened and withered in an instant, and she could even hear the sound of them shattering.

His appearance was like fate, shattering the wall she had just built, digging up everything she had just hastily buried again, and exposing her mind nakedly, so that she could not escape. And more importantly, these things that are exposed happen to be about him. How could she be embarrassed?

"You're out? Li Ai? Seeing her open the door, the anxious look on the culprit's face eased, revealing a somewhat relaxed smile, and as he spoke, he stretched out his hand, wanting to push the door open, unaware of the fragility and uneasiness fluctuating in Li Ai's eyes.

Seeing him stretch out his hand, Li Ai subconsciously took a step back, and then vigorously closed the door in Zhang Zhou's somewhat puzzled gaze.

"Hey! Feed? Li Ai? Ignoring Zhang Zhou's anxious and incomprehensible cry outside the door. Li Ai, who locked the door, staggered back to the washstand, stared at the embarrassed face reflected in the mirror in front of her, and whispered some vague content in a broken voice in the uncontrollable tears, as if asking who and as if asking herself.

"I ...... What to do? ”