"Once upon a time, there was a father who doted on his daughter." Ishegrin's ethereal voice began to speak slowly.

"He built a garden for his daughter full of flowers of various colors."

"The girl lives carefree in this garden, sometimes strolling, sometimes singing."

"A childish and pure singing voice, like a newborn bird."

"The father loved this daughter so much that he sometimes shared the beauty and joy with some very good friends and relatives who came to enjoy his daughter's singing."

"At the banquet, the guests sat with the father and watched the girl dance and sing among the flowers, and could not help but revel in it."

"They gave the girl all kinds of blessings, including gorgeous and delicate dresses, flowers that never fade, bright and beautiful gems, and wishes for her eternal youth."

"If time stands still forever in that moment, maybe it's a beautiful story."

"But the girl felt bored, she didn't want to stay in this garden all the time, she wanted to go out and see, and this idea was naturally stopped by her father."

"There are a lot of bad people out there, and it's very dangerous, my father said."

The girl did not resist, but chose to remain in the garden obediently, even though a few handsome young men occasionally secretly told her that they could take her out, but she did not agree.

"My father loves me, he won't lie, he won't lie to me, that's the simple idea of a girl."

"But fairy tales will come to an end one day, and my father will die."

"The girl who lost her trust finally fell into the world, and she soon encountered all kinds of difficulties without any survival skills, deception, lies, greed, lust, and all kinds of people with evil intentions began to approach her."

"The world is really as ugly as my father said."

"It is rare that it coincided with the outbreak of war, and the girl was sent to the battlefield because of her special ability, and after seeing all kinds of bloody and cruel scenes, she finally died on the battlefield. So his simple life also came to this. At this point, Ixuegerin's ethereal voice slowly stopped.

"Sorry, it's not a twisty and moving story." The ghost girl slowly turned her head and continued to Loren Hill.

"Nothing." Maybe this is life, Loren Hill thought to herself, the world is changeable and impermanent, and there is no artistic beauty.

"Although these things seem to have happened to me, I feel like I am looking at the memories of a stranger." Ishegrin's float slowly, her illusory fingers drawing light blue dots in the air.

"The dead girl, though exactly like me, can't feel the feelings in it, and I can't feel her love, hate, and all kinds of emotions."

"The knowledge in my memory tells me that the ghost should have this unfulfilled wish or obsession, otherwise it will not be able to condense the scattered soul and thoughts, but will become invisible."

"But what is my heart's desire?"

Ishorgrin's ethereal voice came to an end, and the scene slowly fell silent and quiet.

After a long time, the silver-haired girl stood up.

"I don't know how to explain it, maybe everyone's experience and thoughts are different." Lorain Hill removed the flowers from his hair and looked at the petals.

"The meaning of life is different for everyone, and I don't dare to make decisions about others."

"I can only make a bold guess, maybe that girl wants to have a different life."

"It's a wish to want something, and it's a wish to leave something. The past is not necessarily all good memories, maybe she is not like letting you carry such a heavy burden as a new student, so that you can live freely and experience a completely different life. The girl gently rubbed the ice flowers in her palms, and the light blue flowers slowly flew up in the wind.

"Like a newborn bird, travel light, spread your wings and fly, and experience the sky with flowing clouds and a light breeze."

"It's just my own little conjecture, if you think it's unreasonable, then you must have your own reasons, which others can't interfere with."

Loren Hill looked at the ice flower that was flying away in the wind, and told some of her own small feelings, she is not a master of emotions and a philosopher who has experienced the vicissitudes of the world, this is just her small thoughts.

"Well, but it's better to hear Loland say that."

Ishelin floated in the sky, slowly circling the ice flower.

"So how to start a new life, I don't particularly want something."

"Then do what you like and are comfortable with." The girl's voice came from under the sea of flowers.

"For me, watching the sunset every night is what I love. In winter, sitting by the warm fire, watching the blood flowers fall slowly outside the window, taking a nap under the window of the breeze shutters when the weather is fine, and watching the golden ears of grain in the field during the harvest season are all things that make me very happy. ”

"No matter how many times, I never get tired of it."

The girl spread her arms and jogged in small steps, then leaped down the hill, slowly floated in the wind, and then floated side by side with the ghost lady in the air.

"It's true that life is a little unsatisfactory, there are a lot of difficult and painful things to do, but that doesn't stop me from having these sweet dreams."

"It is these beautiful things that are waiting for me ahead, and I am willing to endure and work hard to get through these difficult years."

"Take one step, one more step, and the road will be opened."

Isherin looked at the silver-haired girl and asked, "Has Lorraine ever had a time of confusion and hardship?" ”

"Some of them have lasted for a long time, and the whole person is like a mouse underground, inferior and insignificant, for fear of being seen."

"I can't see at all, if Loren is a mouse, he is also the kind of cute hamster who is white and chubby." Ixelin's mood gradually brightened and relaxed.

After untying the knot and gradually relieving herself, Ishergelin no longer dwelled too much on the strange past in her memory, and the two of them flew freely in the sky, visiting the moonlit forests and mountains until the warm sun rose again in the east.

The warm sun shone down on the world, and the flying duo finally landed on the edge of a quiet lake, the one outside the Ice Flame Hive.

"So, let's start here."

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Three days later, with the help of Lorain Hill, the ice cup, which had been born in the hills, was moved to the edge of the lake.

The water of the lake deep in the mountains is clear and cold, and the crystal clear coffin slowly falls from the surface of the lake and then slowly sinks to the bottom of the lake.

The water was rippling, the sleeping girl was peaceful, and the two people on the lake looked at the coffin in the lake, slowly floated up, and fell back to the shore.

"Is it just put under water?" Lorain Hill asked.

"Well, every time I see it, it's like looking in a mirror."

"I have fallen asleep in the mirror, and I must also take this side as a warning, no longer blindly listen to other people's words, but live my own life."

"Is there anything you'd like to do now?"

"Yes, I want to make the ice flowers bloom and create a garden that I love." The ghostly girl said, her illusory body revealing its true beauty in the sunlight.

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