"Lacey, Lacey, what's wrong with you, motionless." Lan Li'er swayed gently beside her, and Lacey seemed to fall into a momentary distraction.

"It's nothing, it's just a little bit of a daze." Lacey got up from her seat, and by this time the opera performance had ended.

As the curtain came down on the opera, it took a long time for the audience to recover from the plot.

"I've seen this opera a few times before, why am I moved to tears today?"

"I haven't seen such a moving opera in years." A wealthy businessman sighed

"Dad, in the future, I will also be the descendant of Thor and join the Knights of Lightning."

"Thunderbolt with me, go!" A child excitedly imitates a character from an opera.

After the performance, the audience in the theater talked a lot, and they were all amazed by this opera performance, even those very picky old spectators had to praise this really the best performance in the past ten years, and the last time it had such a feeling was the Twilight Brigade ten years ago.

Obviously, there are no new faces in the performers, and the plot is the same as before, but there is an indescribable feeling. It probably makes people more immersed in the plot, and their own emotions rise and fall with the plot, and there is a sense of pleasure of roller coaster.

"Lacey, that's amazing."

After the end, Lan Lier praised Lacey's singing voice backstage, and she knew best why this opera would be several notches better than before. In fact, the actors and other accompanists have basically not changed, and she still plays the leading role, but the singing behind the scenes has changed, and even when she is performing, her mood can't help but fluctuate, you must know that she has performed this script many times.

"Thank you."

Lacey herself is not self-conscious, this is her first time participating in the performance, there is no comparison, but she thinks that the opera should be like this.

As everyone knows, this is actually an extremely rare situation, no matter how good the script is, it will be tired of acting every day, no matter how good the song is, it will be annoying to listen to every day, and the threshold of people's happiness will continue to rise. And this performance really broke everyone's inherent sense of experience and brought bursts of amazement.

Lorain Hill walked on the way home, for some reason a little restless, and when he returned home, he didn't sleep well all night.

After lunch the next day, she told Chelsea to turn away the guests and go into the small courtyard alone.

In the quiet courtyard, the pear tree swayed slightly in the autumn breeze as before, and she leaned back in her chair, her hair drooping, looking at the sky with flowing clouds, but her heart could not be calm.

An anxiety seemed to strike her out of sight, as if to tell her that something bad was about to happen.

She closed her eyes and sank deep into her mind, diving down to explore the source of this anxiety.

In the depths of her memory, fragments of time flashed through one picture after another, including the scene of her living alone in the Tisilan Mountains, the scene of going to school and studying in her previous life, the scene of laughing with her friends, and the lively scene of coming to Verga to attend a banquet......

Scenes passed by and then dissipated.

Finally, she froze in front of a picture of the young man as she watched the boy leave in the afternoon many years ago.

In the sun-lit forest, she sang softly, blessing the ordinary boy and hoping that he would create his own miracle.

She stood quietly in front of this huge painting, looking at her former self, sitting on a tree, silver hair and white dress, her eyes slightly closed, her lips lightly opened, and she prayed sincerely.

There seemed to be a starlight in Lorain's eyes, and in a trance she saw a lot of people, a lot of things, and the dreams that those people were clumsily chasing, and the process was not smooth.

The boy was not very eloquent, and he could only impress others again and again with clumsy actions, so that others would finally believe him, and in this way he got his first few companions.

They walked between the city and the mountains, experiencing one difficulty after another, life gave them heavy blows again and again, during which some companions fell forever, some were betrayed by the temptation of fame and fortune, and some finally lost and gave up.

They regroup, learn their lessons again and again, and move on, and that's it, silly back on the road, exploring new paths, and there's still hope for everything, isn't it.

Until the thunderclouds obscured the sky, and the lightning that cut off fate set foot on the battlefield.

In the blazing thunder, the vivid faces seemed to want to say something, but they didn't shout anything, their anger was suppressed in their chests, accompanied by the sword blade and blood, they fell down, and their unwilling and empty eyes scattered on the earth, and there was no life.

The thread of fate is also broken here.

Lorain Hill slowly opened her eyes, there seemed to be a galaxy of stars in her pupils, constantly circulating, reflecting the world, her body slowly floated, the white skirt was windless and automatic, her body gradually became illusory, and her hair slowly changed back to its original silver.

A star rises from the earth, and the beautiful starlight crosses a long trajectory in the sky, straight up, as if the stars that have fallen from the mortal world return to the sky again.

Like a stone thrown into the sky, the colorless ripples ripple slightly, and the clouds in the sky dissipate, revealing a blue-purple sky as pure as a mirror, in which the starlight flickers, as if there is a specific law, transmitting a certain message, responding to whose call.

When Lorain Hill woke up again, there were endless starry sky and celestial bodies around him, one by one, small as a grain of rice, large ones could not even see the edge, they were moving in the starry sky according to a certain trajectory, not fast but unstoppable.

At this point, she could no longer feel her body and transcendent core, as if everything had turned into a nebula without substance.

The only thing that still comes to mind is the mechanical system prompt.

[Third Registrant Identity Check Begins]

[Test item 1, passed]

[Test item 2, passed]

[Test item 3, passed]

[...]

[...]

[Test item 37, passed]

[Check complete, fully passed, start empowering.] ]

[Star Crown starts loading, 10%..... 48%..... 72%.... 100%, load complete. ]

[Miracle Star, deduction begins!] ]

[Thread of Destiny, Open!]

Suddenly, there were suddenly more complicated and endless trajectories in Lorain Hill's vision, which were the celestial orbits of those stars.

These astral bodies follow their own trajectories, interfering with each other and influencing each other, eventually leading to an unknowable future.

This starry sky, moving forward in the deep space galaxy, is like rising and falling in the long river of fate, all kinds of factors have an impact on it, no one knows what will happen to them in the future, can only swim hard in the turbid current.

But a special star emerges from the river of fate and leaps out of the water, and she begins to observe the whole river and the individuals that carry it within.

Her gaze wandered, and with the connection of a long time ago, she found the tiny star, and there were still bits of star sand around it, but this star had already embarked on a dead end, and the golden thread of fate had broken in front of her, leaving only a void and darkness.

Since the original fate is broken, let me weave a new star thread.

With such thoughts, the figure of the silver-haired girl gradually condensed and emerged in this star world.

She carefully picked up the small star with both hands, the starlight slowly condensed, and the golden thread of fate began to emerge in front of her.

At the same time, the wind breathed in the wilderness, the heavy thunderclouds seemed to be pushed away by a pair of invisible hands, and the pure and beautiful starry sky appeared in the eyes of everyone.

So vast, so magnificent, that individuals and lives are as small as grains of sand.

And now, Starlight is starting to fall.