She always thought she could make a difference.

Including the white moonlight overhead.

Almost growing into frivolous self-confidence, turning into teardrops of her favorite poppy.

It is poisonous, it will make people trance, hypnotize the suffering of heartbroken people.

Reborn in sin and fearless exile, he loses the right to tell his grievances.

It was the poppies that fascinated her like this, and she almost got to the point of sinking into the mud.

I remember the last time I went to see it seriously was under the white moonlight.

In fact, she had really seen the truth of that light with her own eyes.

It can illuminate the night and is not inferior to the brightness of daylight, but it is not dazzling, but an unusually warm color.

Only affectionate, but eternal, will make people unconsciously believe that it can be immortal, including the dependence on sunlight and double prayers.

If she could, she wanted to pray, too, but it wasn't her.

I remember that person once said to himself that the so-called motivation is destined at the moment before I found out, and it is a very straightforward thing.

But she was blunt, but she didn't get ...... Now she really wanted to question him and hold him accountable, but there was nothing she could do.

Is it really helpless?

Straightforward expression......

But for him, she couldn't do it.

……

Slowly opening his eyes, he was surrounded by warm colors that had never been recorded in his brain's impression, and such colors, I remember that only that person had shown them.

Thinking of this, Lilith sat up from the ground abruptly and looked at the surrounding scenery with a panicked expression. At this moment, she can no longer find the shadow of the "Witch of the Night", but just a good-looking, clumsy little woman.

No way! Is he coming?

Should or shouldn't......

****

Perhaps, only he is still normal among those present, Claude said.

He glanced weakly at the big tree that boasted about Haikou, and then at Gu Xiaoxiao, who looked expectant, and immediately felt a little pitiful.

Who is more pitiful in the end...... Is it a tree whose identity is inexplicably questioned and whose mouth is still unclear? Is it Gu Xiaoxiao, who firmly believes that he easily believes in the other party, and now he is excited for strange reasons? Is it the self who suddenly became a passer-by from the position of the first supporting actor (self-proclaimed) who competed fiercely with the male lead?

No! Suddenly, Claude only felt that the most pitiful thing was the guy who hadn't seen it until now, called Ludong, Lunan, or Lubei.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, and Claude reappeared his gaze on the girl who was excited about her cute pose, sighed, and stepped forward again. I hope to be able to stand closer.

"You'd better step back." Claude kindly suggested. Of course, he hoped that the girl would let the tree go and leave with him, but he also knew that the chances of this becoming a reality were too small.

She always thought she could make a difference.

Including the white moonlight overhead.

Almost growing into frivolous self-confidence, turning into teardrops of her favorite poppy.

It's poison. It can be trance-like. Hypnotize the suffering of the heartless.

Be born again in sin. fearless exile, he lost the right to tell his grievances.

It was the poppies that fascinated her like this, and she almost got to the point of sinking into the mud.

Remember to go and see it seriously for the last time. It was under that white moonlight.

In fact, she had really seen the truth of that light with her own eyes.

It can illuminate the night and is not inferior to the brightness of daylight, but it is not dazzling, but an unusually warm color.

Only affectionate, but eternal, will make people unconsciously believe that it can be immortal, including the dependence on sunlight and double prayers.

If she could, she wanted to pray, too, but it wasn't her.

I remember that person once said to himself that the so-called motivation is destined at the moment before I found out, and it is a very straightforward thing.

But she was blunt, but she didn't get ...... Now she really wanted to question him and hold him accountable, but there was nothing she could do.

Is it really helpless?

Straightforward expression......

But for him, she couldn't do it.

……

Slowly opening his eyes, he was surrounded by warm colors that had never been recorded in his brain's impression, and such colors, I remember that only that person had shown them.

Thinking of this, Lilith sat up from the ground abruptly, and looked at the surrounding scenery with a panicked expression, at this moment she could no longer find the shadow of the "Witch of the Night", but just a good-looking, clumsy little woman.

No way! Is he coming?

Should or shouldn't......

****

Perhaps, only he is still normal among those present, Claude said.

He glanced weakly at the big tree that boasted about Haikou, and then at Gu Xiaoxiao, who looked expectant, and immediately felt a little pitiful.

Who is more pitiful in the end...... Is it a tree whose identity is inexplicably questioned and whose mouth is still unclear? Is it Gu Xiaoxiao, who firmly believes that he easily believes in the other party, and now he is excited for strange reasons? Is it the self who suddenly became a passer-by from the position of the first supporting actor (self-proclaimed) who competed fiercely with the male lead?

No! Suddenly, Claude only felt that the most pitiful thing was the guy who hadn't seen it until now, called Ludong, Lunan, or Lubei.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, and Claude reappeared his gaze on the girl who was excited about her cute pose, sighed, and stepped forward again, hoping to stand closer.

"You'd better step back." Claude kindly suggested, of course, that he would prefer the girl to let the tree go and leave with him, but he also knew that the chances of it becoming a reality were too small.

She always thought she could make a difference.

Including the white moonlight overhead.

Almost growing into frivolous self-confidence, turning into teardrops of her favorite poppy.

It is poisonous, it will make people trance, hypnotize the suffering of heartbroken people.

Reborn in sin and fearless exile, he loses the right to tell his grievances.

It was the poppies that fascinated her like this, and she almost got to the point of sinking into the mud.

I remember the last time I went to see it seriously was under the white moonlight.

In fact, she had really seen the truth of that light with her own eyes.

It can illuminate the night and is not inferior to the brightness of daylight, but it is not dazzling, but an unusually warm color.

Only affectionate, but eternal, will make people unconsciously believe that it can be immortal, including the dependence on sunlight and double prayers.

If she could, she wanted to pray, too, but it wasn't her.

I remember that person once said to himself that the so-called motivation is destined at the moment before I found out, and it is a very straightforward thing.

But she was blunt, but she didn't get ...... Now she really wanted to question him and hold him accountable, but there was nothing she could do.

Is it really helpless?

Straightforward expression......

But for him, she couldn't do it. (To be continued.) )