As I thought, a small exclamation spread through the dressing room. In Sandy's incredulous eyes, I asked her, "Is the style of the hair curly exquisite?" ”

She didn't know what to say for a while, but she shook her head blankly and replied.

"I see."

I was going to follow the hairstyles of others, so I looked around at the faces of the women around me and was surprised to find that they had never been so beautiful. The makeup on everyone's face is so delicate, so ironed, so just right, from young to old, to highlight the beauty of every woman.

That's great.

The sun shone on each of their faces, like a fine glitter for everyone. In the harmonious light, their figures gradually disappeared, and the faces of another group of people rose before my eyes. They are the same group of pilgrims that I and others met at the door yesterday, and they will be students of Arbéry in the future.

They stand in the sun, like seedlings sprouting from the soil in spring, with the heat of breaking through the cold winter, blazing hot, and growing in this world. It's been a long, long time since I've seen such a living body. It's a strange feeling, Lovend, you know? I don't know if I'm going to say fresh myself, I don't know why I'm so stressed that they're hot.

I asked myself, are the people of Vinsduh cold?

Not really. Lynn is cold because she is stiff, which is due to the limitations of her own identity. But Sandy, Kiki, Gloria...... They're hot, they're all hot. Sandy's hands were hot, and she had warmed my cold hands with her hot hands.

But why am I......

I don't understand and I don't understand. You know, the day before yesterday, Gloria brought me clothes, and she teased me that if I didn't go to work as an embroidery teacher, everyone would die.

I cried because everyone dies.

I cried, but I couldn't think of anything, just a vigorous, unstoppable cry.

Can you tell me what this is for?

Also, when the students were chattering about their future in the doorway—

I had heart palpitations inexplicably.

Future.

This distant word.

As I wrote this word, I couldn't help but cry, and my thoughts seemed to be broken, blank, and aching.

I seemed to remember something, but I didn't.

What happened to our original world?

The only person I can hope for is you. If even you don't know, if you don't remember...... Then I really can't do anything else.

Originally, Bo was in my head, and she could tell me something, but now she's asleep for some reason. I really can't find anyone to talk to about these things......

By the way, can you tell me, or do you know, how to take out a special spirit body? Or how do you match a special spirit with an equally special body?

This morning, I found a note in my inventory, in a very standard font, and I couldn't tell whose handwriting it was. I thought it was Bo who woke up, so I rushed over to see that she was still asleep.

And the piece of paper read, "If you want her to wake up, take her out; If you want to know the truth, please take her out too."

I guessed the general meaning of this half sentence is to separate me from Bo, and then find a body for Bo. However, Hilariel told me that she was using the example of Blackie, but Blackie is similar to Bo, both of them are special spirits. For a special spirit like this, what can carry it must also be a specific body. If it is strengthened, it will only cause the body carrying the spirit body to gradually die, and after the body dies, the spirit body will also die with it, unless another body is found.

First of all, let's not talk about whether there is a body that carries the bo, even if there is, should we forcibly deprive the body of its original will, and then let the bob and the body be strong, and finally the body will die, and then find the next one? I don't want to do this kind of harmful thing, and Bo doesn't agree with me doing it, and I won't agree to use such a forcibly taken body.

So it couldn't be, just put her in my head first.

But the second half of the sentence...... I really don't understand, what the hell was I doing with the previous one?

…… That's right, I think the person who wrote the note was myself.

I really thought about it for a long time, who the hell is.

No one knows my inventory, no one can enter my sea of knowledge, no one can leave anything for me in such a space. Not even Bo, if she wants to use it, she must have my permission.

So, there is only one, and I am the only one.

I don't really know what I'm doing myself. I have a lot of questions to ask myself, I want to ask myself why I am here, how I got in, what I am doing here, why I can't come clearly, I put the glass in my head, I can't pick it up, I can't cut it......

The mind is in turmoil.

That's all for this time.

I'm sorry for you.

I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you.

Thank you for listening to my nonsense.

Signature: Mu Yuanfei