It was a little face that was more innocent than the innocent people I had ever seen. At this moment, she was actually crying, and the crystal tears flowed down from time to time, and my heart hurt unconsciously.

"Big sister, can I really get out of here?"

Her voice sounded pleasant, like a spring flowing through her heart, cool and thorough, without a trace of impurities. Like a newborn baby, her words overflowed with a yearning for freedom, and I couldn't help but wonder when she was imprisoned here, why she was imprisoned here, and why she was so young, and why someone would be willing to treat her like this.

"What's your name?"

I slowed my voice as low as I could, as if I was afraid that my voice would be too loud and scare the little girl in front of me.

"What's my name?"

She continued to stare at me with a pair of big eyes with some curiosity, and her eyes were full of confusion.

My heart trembled, could it be that she had forgotten her name completely because she had been trapped here for so long?

It's really been a long time since I've been free, and the more I think about it, the more painful my heart becomes, if everything is really like what she just said, then maybe I'm the culprit behind her being trapped here.

Sometimes it's not because you're innocent, then you can stay out of it, of course, there is no hateful in this world for no reason, if it had existed from the beginning or earlier, then everything might have made perfect sense.

Maybe I didn't have a good deal with her in the first place, whether I had memories of the past or not, for the little girl in front of me, the damage had not been erased at all from the beginning.

"It's okay, you just don't remember, you will."

Seeing her embarrassed expression, I didn't want her to continue to be embarrassed, but fortunately, I opened my mouth to comfort her, and reached out to stroke her fine hair while comforting.

Her hair was unusually cold, so cold that it even made me feel faintly chilly, but I still didn't dislike or let go, I didn't have any dislike for her at the moment, more of a gradual distress in my heart full of dispersion.

Is this mercy? Maybe it's one, but it seems to be a little bit more not. On the other hand, this is not pity, but the bitterness in my heart can't be dissolved. It keeps falling towards the bottom of my heart until it falls somewhere in my heart, and I may fall into this world, somewhere, somewhere, and there is nothing left behind.

The heart calmed down in the next moment, and a faint sentimentality began to turn into a very thin mist floating around me and her, and at this moment there was no difference between people and ghosts, only two individuals embracing here.

"Big sister, can I really get out here?"

She called me sweetly, asking the words that even I wasn't sure about.

"Yes, as long as you have hope in your heart, then no matter how long you wait, you will eventually leave here, but if you give up hope, then I'm afraid even the only hope will disappear."

I replied to her words, although I don't know what will happen to me in the future, what will happen to her, but I know that if she and I give up that hope and let the darkness eat everything, then we will eventually fall into the darkest world, forgotten, forgotten.

"Sister, can I trust you?"

She asked softly.

"I don't ask you to believe anything from me, but you have to believe in yourself. Only in this way will there always be hope. ”

I didn't ask her to believe me, so why should I let her believe me at this moment! I don't even have the strength to protect myself, so how to take her out of here, it's better to let her believe in herself than to say something inconsequential.

Only by saying such things in such a situation can I keep reminding myself to be strong and move forward.

"Believe in yourself, can I still believe it?"

She repeated my words as if to herself, as if to me, but I always felt that she was completely immersed in her own world, and I couldn't help myself.

"Whether you ever believed in yourself or not, from this moment on, you have to learn to believe in yourself."

I put my hands on her shoulders and told her clearly.

"Then I believe Big Sister."

She grinned at me and smiled softly.

Looking at such a smile I was stunned, never for a moment I would feel that other people's laughter did not contain a trace of impurities, but at this moment I completely felt a trace of innocence from the face of the little person in front of me, on the contrary, her smile gave me an indescribable purity, like the last water lily left in the world.

The beautiful ones make it impossible to find a trace of impurities, and the clean ones make it completely unrelated to the silt. It's this kind of laughter that makes my whole person seem to be purified at a deeper level.

"Sister, goodbye......"

Finally her hand gently peeled away from the hand I had placed on her shoulder, whispered goodbye to me, and her figure disappeared from my eyes.

"Sister Ying......"

"Wang Ying......"

"Tick ......"

I opened my eyes as a drop of crystal liquid fell on my face.

What a cool feeling, whose tears are it.

"Sister, I hope we'll see you again."

This may have been her last goodbye, and her figure began to slowly become lighter, and finally completely disappeared in front of the hand I wanted to stretch out.

"Don't, don't go......"

I tried to catch something, but in the end nothing was gone.

"Sister Ying, don't scare me."

Mo Sui didn't know where the strength came from, so he pushed away the demon heart that had passed out on me, hugged me and cried.

Tears, I reached out to touch my cheek, and sure enough, there was nothing, but the feeling just now was obviously there, what kind of tears were they, and whether she was really relieved, why did she shed those tears, why did she let me go.

I couldn't help but think in my heart, analyzing, trying to figure out what kind of emotion this was, but after all, I couldn't come up with a reason.

From her few words, she knew that she didn't mean to do this, but in the end she still didn't say the name of the woman who instructed her.

"Sister Ying......"

From time to time, I heard the sound of Mosui crying, and I wanted to comfort me, but I was so tired that I couldn't even lift my hand.

I wanted to open my mouth to comfort, but I couldn't say a word when I opened my mouth. Like a doll without a soul, staring blankly at one place, I don't know why, this feeling scared me for the first time, what would I do if I couldn't control my body all the time.