What is happy and what is happy?

Flandoro had been thinking about this for a long time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info She thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out why she was happy like this, why she was happy like this. But she knew that she liked the feeling. She could have eaten nothing else, but she loved the feeling of blood bursting out of a living human body, she loved it, she would get excited, she would scream, she would forget a lot of things she didn't want to think about.

That feeling, that feeling is exactly the happiness she is after, that is happiness. So she chased after the feeling, and when she looked back, it was all that was left. Neither her sister, nor her servants nor her friends could play with her anymore.

They have forked in at the crossroads.

So all she had left was this feeling, and she indulged in it, numbing herself, and seriously believing that this was happiness, that this was happiness. She had long since forgotten what compromise was, and she no longer believed in anything other than that feeling. She likes her sister, but her sister doesn't understand her path, so there's no way around it.

This world is so lonely, so lonely that people can never understand each other. Flandrelu's world doesn't need the sister who doesn't understand her, she just needs to move forward, and she only needs to move forward.

Then the hole in the heart is getting bigger and bigger, and there is more and more flesh to fill, but no matter how you can't fill it, it will always get bigger, as if the hole is eating the flesh and blood you use to fill and grow. Her heart became more and more restless because of this.

Then the man appeared in the mansion, and this time Flandro, who had escaped, smelled the smell and found the rancid, dirty, bloody, and annoying smell of the other party. She was familiar with the smell, she knew the feeling, she suddenly felt that the other party was really amazing, she had to invite this kind of person, maybe the other party could really agree with her, and she also had such a person who understood each other in this lonely world.

Then she happily pulled the other into her room, and under the other party's behavior, she thought that she had found her own kind. When I think about it now, I was ridiculous at that time.

That person is different from her, that person is not her kind, but he is on her path, he knows how to communicate and understand not only himself, but also other people. The man showed Flandrew a new path.

It was a path she had never imagined, and she longed for it.

After that, things were controlled by him, and it seemed that everything was developing in a good direction, and he fell into the point where it was difficult to move a finger, and then began to master the ability.

She saw her sister's smile, she felt Patchouli's care, and she enjoyed the care of Sixteen Nightsaki.

But when she's alone, she still looks at her palms. She alone can feel that her own power may not be something that can be easily controlled. Everything may be worse than the person named Yutong Ten Ai imagined.

So she knew how much her sister's persistence had saddened, so she knew how much her sister had given over the years, so she knew how impossible it was for her to be able to live with her sister, so she knew-

How beautiful that dream was.

After that eternal night had passed, she had opened her eyes in bed, and stayed in bed for a long, long time, her eyes closed, trying to return to her dreams. She knew it was pointless, she knew, of course she knew. But if she didn't do this, she really didn't know what to suppress the heart-burning unwillingness.

When you close your eyes, you can only see the fragments of dreams in your memory, and when you open your eyes, you can only feel the burning of your internal organs.

The sunshine, the rain, the wind, the jam bread, the hug of my sister. These things can really only be obtained in dreams from now on. But that guy, the guy who guided him to really understand his heart, the guy who pointed out what happiness he wanted, didn't tell him how to be truly happy. And then after that dream, I just left her alone, like a halfway through the conversation.

That person is a liar.

Flandorow was no longer stuck in bed, she got up and sat down in her chair.

The man was a liar, she told herself. Therefore, these happiness are actually not something that Flandorow can get, Flandorow is different from that person, Flandorow is a person who can't control herself, which also lets her know that she will never be happy.

So that person was a liar, who showed what really made Flandallus happy, tore open her scars without permission, gave that hope without authorization, and now let Flandall realize little by little that hope is fake, and that the future will not come no matter how beautiful it is.

It seemed to be back to before the man had come here, but Flandrelu's heart that had been in possession for four hundred and ninety-five years was telling her that she couldn't go back to the past. She hasn't eaten anyone again, and every day she just eats some random food prepared for her by Sixteen Nightsaki. It's not that I still have hope, it's just that I don't want the people around me to be as embarrassed as before.

Today, she continued to sit in her chair, quietly, as if she had not become a vampire four hundred and ninety-five years ago, in fact, she could not remember anything before, only slightly remembered.

She stared blankly at the flickering flame of the burning candle.

What it was like outside today, she wondered if it was like in that dream, with sunny weather and bright sunlight shining on the road, she could grab balloons and run around and let the sun warm on her body. But it's really impossible, I'm a vampire.

She put her hand on the table. The table was new, and even if the trees that grew in the sunlight were cut down to make tables and chairs, Fran still seemed to be able to feel the light and heat in the texture of the tabletop. She only experienced it when she was very young and in her dreams, and the memories of her childhood have faded away with the passage of time, but the experience in her dreams is unstoppable.

So is the liar, and so is this table, walking in the sun, it's so eye-catching.

She even started to be jealous of the table.

By the time she reacted, the table had broken to pieces, and there had been another storm in the room. At this moment, the door that was heavy and still fragile to her was pushed open again.

She turned her head to look at her familiar sister, and at the unexpected person behind her. That man had taught her the real world when she was running in a daze, and had made her truly realize how desperate it was to be in a place.

Her longing for him became so difficult to achieve, and her feelings for him became dilemma and complicated.

She lowered her gaze slightly, and the unwilling flames began to spread from her fingertips to her whole body again. The feeling made her mouth dry and made her want to throw herself into her sister's arms like in a dream, and she wanted to vent it. But nothing can be done, nothing can be done, everything is still the same, nothing can be changed.

So, if there had to be anything to stop the feeling from burning, she should have said.

"Liar."

She looked at the boy as a greeting.

PS: Third! The three watches are completed, and the door is broken [Lie