The chaos is beginning to open, and the Hongmeng glimmers.

The white world gradually became clear.

I slowly opened my eyes, a little difficult to adjust to the light for a moment, and leaned the back of my hand half-against the corner of my eye.

Is this a dream?

My mind was foggy, thinking about where this was.

Because standing in this space, it will give people a very uncomfortable feeling, and it feels like a piece... It seems to be a forgotten place, which makes people feel inexplicably lonely, even mixed with a little sadness, which is depressing.

It's a feeling of being forgotten by the world.

When I was able to fully open my eyes, I found that it was a blank space like paper, and when I looked closely, I was surprised to find that less than a meter away from me, it seemed that the silhouette of someone was slowly emerging, and the outline seemed to be wrapped with a trickle of water.

The sound of the water is like a roar, and it depicts the outline of a person in the air out of thin air. After a while, the flowing water became more and more substantial, forming a graceful body like a girl.

At the end of the day, when it was about to be fully revealed, the only remaining trace of water turned into a dazzling streamer, completely enveloping the entire body.

I hurriedly reached out to cover my eyes, it was too dazzling.

Compared to the pale space, this light is not inferior, and there are faint signs of coverage.

Soon, the light faded.

I slowly lowered my hands and opened my eyes again, to find a woman standing quietly in front of me.

The dusty snow-white long dress, the long soft hair that is as black as ink, and the pretty face that is as cold as frost, like a white lotus flower in the top of the extreme cold, solemn and holy, independent of the world, and cannot be desecrated. Around the body, you can also see the ethereal fairy energy, and there is a dignified and elegant beauty in the gestures, bringing bursts of fragrant wind to the face, clear and cold like a spring new snow water.

The woman slowly opened her eyes, but she didn't feel uncomfortable because of the white space, and she felt as if she was used to it.

The moment the woman opened her eyes and met me, I lost my mind for a while.

Because this cold and glamorous figure has been recalled countless times in my mind, and the stunning beauty that captivates the country and the city is unforgettable for a long time. Now that the real thing is in front of my eyes, I can't believe it's real.

The woman's cold and beautiful little face seemed to be a snow-capped mountain that had not changed for thousands of years, without any emotion, but the eyes of the autumn water were rippling, clear and pure, as if full of smiles, or gratitude.

The woman's mouth opened lightly, and the familiar cold voice sounded,

"Thank you, give me a new lease on life."

If I started to see something suspicious, now it's shocking to hear it with my own ears.

It's true.

However, after observing the surrounding environment, I was sure that it was just a dream.

I suppressed the excitement in my heart, waved my hands, and smiled,

"Don't thank me, I'm just a spectator in your world. You should be thankful for yourself. ”

The woman's brows furrowed slightly, and she wondered,

"Why?"

I paused, thought for a while, and said,

"Because it's not just me, but a lot of people who like your world stories. Of course, I don't know if I can do this well, but I have the same passion as they do. ”

With one hand behind my back and the other over my heart, I continued,

"As for the fact that you can be reborn, partly because of your strong personality, and partly because of him. I have to say that he really has the ability to change others. At least, when he said, 'My life is up to me,' you did it yourself, and you did it very well. ”

When the woman heard the 'he' in my mouth, the cold little face without emotion actually changed a little, and there was a little more sorrow and longing in her beautiful and pure eyes like snow, like green smoke curling on the Danding incense burner, lingering.

The woman turned her head and didn't say anything, her eyes were gloomy, and her eyebrows like distant mountains were filled with indelible sorrow, looking into the distance with a melancholy face, not knowing what she was thinking.

I didn't bother her, I just looked at her.

Quietly admiring the little face that seems to be a handicraft that has been carefully carved, but at the moment it is full of longing and sadness, and there is a poignant and sad feeling of 'looking for it, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable'.

If someone else sees this expression, it is estimated that they will be eager to correct the person who made the beauty sad on the spot.

While I admired this beautiful little face, the corners of the woman's lips rose slightly, evoking a wonderful arc, and the seductive small cherry lips made people can't help but feel the urge to kiss Fangze. The eyes that are as clear as water shine with a beautiful and moving brilliance.

The woman laughed "hum", revealing a bright and pure smile, and her face was full of irrepressible smiles, as if it was a slight breeze in midsummer, taking away the stuffiness in people's hearts and bringing a bit of coolness; It is like a light rain in early spring, moistening those seedlings that want to grow urgently, so that nature presents a scene of recovery.

At this time, my heart was sour, and I couldn't resist the impulse in my heart anymore, and two tears crept on my face, but I still tried my best to calm down and said with a smile,

"I didn't expect you to laugh when you're usually cold?"

The woman was suddenly a little unhappy, it should have been affected by her mood, and there was a hint of longing and girlish coquettishness in her tone, and she glared back unconvinced,

"Please, what do you mean? I'm also human, can't I? ”

"No, no, no, of course."

After listening to this, the woman realized that what was wrong with her, and she could actually say his mantra......

"You—" The woman turned her head to look at me, and just as she was about to say something, she stopped abruptly.

"Why are you crying?" The woman looked at me with a puzzled expression.

I didn't want to hide it, I reached out and wiped my tears, shook them, and smiled indifferently,

"No, you're wrong, I'm not shedding tears, but something called 'love', which you can also understand as 'feelings'."

The woman didn't answer, but looked at me thoughtfully, waiting for my next step.

"As for why I wept... Maybe I'm a failure in life, plus envy of your world, and even jealousy. I envy the relationship between you and him, no words, just a look can make the other person understand what he means, I also envy you, because these things simply cannot exist in our world, and at the same time I complain why, why our world is not as good as yours, and even sometimes I will run away from our world and want to immerse myself in your world forever. However, this naïve idea did not last, because I found that this wonderful world of yours is nothing more than the product of the virtual illusion of our world, the fantasy world that we are oppressed by the pressure of various aspects of reality, and some simple and beautiful thoughts that are subjectively generated by our brains. So I can't escape reality. So I also understood that imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel. For what we can't get in reality, as long as you move your fingers and tap on the keyboard, you can realize it in your world, in the final analysis, there is also a kind of self-deception, self-paralysis, just to seek a little comfort in the heart. ”

As I spoke, I laughed at myself and continued,

"Of course, just I think so, and there may be many people like me who have thought about it."

"However, I don't dislike your world, because existence is reasonable. Also, the story of your world is more or less a microcosm of the story of our world. The vivid and interesting names, events, jokes, and plots are all things that we racked our brains for countless days and nights, and after writing, we still have to think about where we need to revise and where we need to do foreshadowing, so that we can prepare for future writing. While doing everything well, you must also deal with the pressure of normal work, the pressure of life and the pressure of online public opinion. And our only hope is to make the reader happy to watch, just to be happy, nothing else, so this little sense of accomplishment is the motivation for us to continue. ”

"Another point worth mentioning is that although your world is complex and changeable, the only thing that is the same is the thing we give in this world called 'feelings', when we create your world, your world can be said to be equivalent to a place of our spiritual sustenance, we can do things here that we usually dare not do, even if it is a small thing, put it in your world to realize, for ourselves, it may be of great significance."

"Therefore, it is 'feelings' that make the world colorful, warm and hopeful, and make the impossible possible. That's what makes you dream of finding me, isn't it? ”

"That's why you? That sounds like the case. The woman changed back to her original iceberg-like cold face, and asked with a slight frown.

"Oh, it's like the way you speak. However, if you meet someone who cries for you like this in the future, please be sure to cherish it. I smiled wryly, as if I was deliberately emphasizing something.

"I... I know. Then you... Let's do the good work, although there is a bad side to life, there is also a good side. Failure is not terrible, what is terrible is...... An attitude of self-depravity before it even begins. ”

The woman understood my inner meaning, and at first she was stumped, but she quickly recovered and said with a straight face.

After hearing this, my eyes were shocked, and then I smiled with relief and said,

"Okay, I remember. How's it going, are you still used to staying here? I've heard that you hate this feeling of being abandoned by the world the most. ”

"You have to get used to it." The woman's words were concise and to the point.

I could hear the meaning in the woman's tone, how much pressure and pain I had to endure before it translated into a few sentences.

"Okay, let's get started, are you ready?"

"Well, I'm ready." The woman looked at me quietly, her eyes shining brightly, and she nodded with a very firm face.

Just as I was about to disappear, something very important suddenly came to mind.

I took two steps forward, and under the woman's puzzled gaze, I took out a piece of jade from my pocket, handed it to her, and said,

"You've forgotten something."

The woman looked at what I was holding in my hand, paused, and after a while, stretched out her slender hand.

However, it did not touch my palm, but passed through it like a projection, but the jade was taken back by her.

"Thank you." The woman whispered.

"No, don't say thank you anymore, I'll have a psychological burden." I smiled.

"It's not too early, let's start."

After speaking, I turned into an afterimage in an instant and disappeared into this white space.

The woman took a deep breath, stood in place, and slowly closed her eyes.

She knew what she was up against.

The price of rebirth.

"Violating the way of heaven and secretly changing yin and yang deserves death. But he can hide from the sky and cross the sea, his life is strong, and he is the same as the Phoenix clan, so he should have the art of resurrecting the dead, so he can avoid death. However, deprive of the ability to divination, seal all memories, and retain basic memories. Also, in order to prevent that kid from killing innocents indiscriminately and killing in vain, so give you the Frost Pupil, remember to limit that kid well, and it can be regarded as giving you the ability to stay by his side. ”

"Do you agree?"

"I agree, that memory..."The woman was obviously very concerned about this, and had to ask.

"Necessary pain." I'm also very concise.

As soon as the voice fell, the white space began to gradually darken, and gradually turned gray to black, and the whole space seemed to be only the snow-white shadow of the woman, which became more and more obvious in the dark.

The dark space seems to faintly coalesce, slowly condensed into a living room-sized space, and then the darkness gradually fades away, and finally a quiet bedroom is revealed.

In the warm afternoon, the bright sun entered the room, the snow-white bed, the white wardrobe on the left, the bookshelf on the right, and the wooden desk in front of the bed.

The woman put her hands on her lower abdomen and lay quietly on the soft big bed.

It's like a sleeping beauty.

A voice sounded out of thin air,

"The story will continue, and from today onwards, you will call—"

"Cold Snow Hitomi!"