The background color, which does not fit in with time and the world, is a patch of orange.

It's brighter than the sky at dusk, but with the same sense of depth.

Plants and trees, floating flowers and flowing water...... Everything in the world is subjugated to the light of powerlessness, powerless growth, powerless competition, powerless can not find direction, and this light is shocking, and it is still water.

The clear orange yellow is like a large thick fog, layered on top of each other, in a blocked posture, like the deep sea, but it does not destroy the scene in sight, it is not turbid, and it is always obvious.

If this was the same as the milky mist, she would have fainted, Lilith thought.

She didn't like that kind of haze, although the night she loved was also dim, but she didn't like the feeling of being hot and cold, not thorough enough.

There was a fundamental difference, she could reveal her heart in the night, even in front of the person, she could do it without being seen.

It appears in the chaos, and instantly blends into the ambiguous background.

She interprets it as a "woman's secret", and she doesn't feel guilty while keeping it, because she shows it to you, but you can't see it clearly.

But what Lilith doesn't want to admit further is that this tricky mentality means that she is not as determined about her charm as she appears.

Without breathing, her eyes were swallowed up by the uncoercive orange rage, and Lilith's first instinct was to take a step forward.

She wasn't worried if it was a trap laid by someone who didn't think well of her, even if it was a cliff that awaited her. She still raised her chin slightly, and walked fearlessly.

As soon as she stepped out, her feet slipped, and there was a not very pleasant friction sound in her ears, which was the mutual reaction of the soles of her shoes on the gravel ground, Lilith subconsciously lowered her head, and what she saw was really the gravel ground in the ordinary mountains, and this real foot-cushioning feeling from the soles of her feet, it can be inferred that this is definitely not her own illusion.

So when did you get here?

The premise of asking this question is that all this in front of you is not an illusion, and if it is, it is definitely not something that ordinary characters can do.

Staring thoughtfully at the tip of his shoe. Until a small tender red broke into his sight. It dances lightly and settles down to see its outline, which is a petal.

Familiar reds, familiar shapes, and familiar ...... Aroma!

Why is there such a thing......

A background color that doesn't fit in with time and the world. It was an orange patch.

It's brighter than the sky at dusk. But with the same sense of depth.

Plants and trees, floating flowers and flowing water...... Everything in the world is subjugated to the light of powerlessness. Powerless growth, powerless scrambling, powerless unable to find direction. And this light is shocking, and it is still water.

The clear orange yellow is like a large thick fog, layered on top of each other, in a blocked posture, like the deep sea, but it does not destroy the scene in sight, it is not turbid, and it is always obvious.

If this was the same as the milky mist, she would have fainted, Lilith thought.

She didn't like that kind of haze, although the night she loved was also dim, but she didn't like the feeling of being hot and cold, not thorough enough.

There was a fundamental difference, she could reveal her heart in the night, even in front of the person, she could do it without being seen.

It appears in the chaos, and instantly blends into the ambiguous background.

She interprets it as a "woman's secret", and she doesn't feel guilty while keeping it, because she shows it to you, but you can't see it clearly.

But what Lilith doesn't want to admit further is that this tricky mentality means that she is not as determined about her charm as she appears.

Without breathing, her eyes were swallowed up by the uncoercive orange rage, and Lilith's first instinct was to take a step forward.

She didn't worry if this scene would be a trap laid by someone who didn't have a good impression of her, even if it was a cliff that awaited her in front of her, she still raised her chin slightly, and walked fearlessly.

As soon as she stepped out, her feet slipped, and there was a not very pleasant friction sound in her ears, which was the mutual reaction of the soles of her shoes on the gravel ground, Lilith subconsciously lowered her head, and what she saw was really the gravel ground in the ordinary mountains, and this real foot-cushioning feeling from the soles of her feet, it can be inferred that this is definitely not her own illusion.

So when did you get here?

The premise of asking this question is that all this in front of you is not an illusion, and if it is, it is definitely not something that ordinary characters can do.

He stared thoughtfully at the tip of his shoe, until a small tender red broke into his sight, dancing lightly and settling down, and then he could see its outline, which was a petal.

Familiar reds, familiar shapes, and familiar ...... Aroma!

Why is there such a thing......

The background color, which does not fit in with time and the world, is a patch of orange.

It's brighter than the sky at dusk, but with the same sense of depth.

Plants and trees, floating flowers and flowing water...... Everything in the world is subjugated to the light of powerlessness, powerless growth, powerless competition, powerless can not find direction, and this light is shocking, and it is still water.

The clear orange yellow is like a large thick fog, layered on top of each other, in a blocked posture, like the deep sea, but it does not destroy the scene in sight, it is not turbid, and it is always obvious.

If this was the same as the milky mist, she would have fainted, Lilith thought.

She didn't like that kind of haze, although the night she loved was also dim, but she didn't like the feeling of being hot and cold, not thorough enough.

There was a fundamental difference, she could reveal her heart in the night, even in front of the person, she could do it without being seen.

It appears in the chaos, and instantly blends into the ambiguous background.

She interprets it as a "woman's secret", and she doesn't feel guilty while keeping it, because she shows it to you, but you can't see it clearly.

As soon as she stepped out, her feet slipped, and there was a not very pleasant friction sound in her ears, which was the mutual reaction of the soles of her shoes on the gravel ground, Lilith subconsciously lowered her head, and what she saw was really the gravel ground in the ordinary mountains, and this real foot-cushioning feeling from the soles of her feet, it can be inferred that this is definitely not her own illusion. (To be continued.) )