This is her best friend, the only one and only best friend.

It's a nice dream, and it's worth it just to see her.

The dream self left, but Doyle knew that he was not leaving at that time, but leaning against the wall in the wind and snow to listen.

"Just a little bit of food, how can you eat it?" The person who spoke was a boy, and he looked at the bread in his hand with a grumbling on his face: "Hmph, that guy Doyle, you must have eaten a lot." ”

Another woman spoke.

"Let's give us something like this, and eat delicious food in a warm house, she's so lucky to be taken by Lord Rogers! Even if it's just a pet, you don't have to worry about your life anymore. ”

"Don't call that adult! Don't you have a little dignity? The boy said angrily.

Several other ragged girls also began to speak coldly.

"Doyle is so nice, so beautiful, I don't know what she and the adults of the Bloodclan are doing in the warm room."

"Humph! What else can she do, if she doesn't sell her body, who will give her so much to eat? Looking at the way she looks, she didn't shed much blood. ”

"Then you look up to her too much, the bloodlines are all much more beautiful than humans, how can you take a fancy to Doyle."

The girl frowned, as if she thought of something wronged, and suddenly burst into tears: "What dignity, now we are like captive animals, I would rather still be living in the slums, if...... If I'm as pretty as Doyle, maybe I'm ...... Maybe it could, woo-woo......" In the end, she actually cried.

Doyle walked through the wall, and outside, her dreaming self was curled up in the corner, frowning, listening sadly to the ridicule of the people in the house, interspersed with the occasional argument of Sheila's defense of her.

It is hard to imagine that when she was enduring her near-death pain, the same group of people laughed at her like this, because of jealousy, and even forgetting the favor.

"You were so stupid at the time to let Sheila die for these people." Doyle said to himself in his dreams, but also to his heart.

Looking back, I still had hope for this group of people at the time, thinking that if it wasn't for the naivety at that time, maybe her best friend would still be alive, although it was a bit hard for her to live that way.

The wind and snow are heavier, everything in front of me can't be seen clearly, and the sound in his ears is blurred, Doyle guesses that the scene is about to change, it's like watching his own experience in the past, except for those non-existent brain plots, it is extremely real.

Finally, the wind and snow stopped, the temperature began to rise, and there was a bright sun overhead, it was morning, and the Bloods would not come out, but even during the day they had no chance of escaping, because there were buildings on the periphery that shaded the daylight, and there were always Bloods guarding there.

And the reason why there is sunshine here is to make human beings grow healthier.

In utter darkness, creatures like humans die too quickly.

The stone house was still covered with moss, and Doyle remembered for a moment what time it was, and even after thousands of years, she would not forget what happened then, it was an unforgettable day, her most painful day.

A few years have passed since then, and will I be twenty-two or twenty-five at that time?

Go and see, thought to herself, and she entered through the wall.

There was a foul smell wafting in the air, and on the thatch lay on the ground her former self, very weak at the moment, almost dying, she had been abandoned by a blood clan called Rogers because of a mistake, she had no strength without shelter, she was less able to resist drought and hunger than her companion who had been in the stone house, and now she was sick, at the turn of the seasons.

No one helped her, none of the friends who had been blessed by her helped her, and one by one they left the stone house to escape the contagion, and went to other stone houses, and only Sheila remained here.

Sheila is pregnant, the father of the child doesn't know who it is, this is normal here, humans are like livestock, the relationship is very chaotic, Sheila is a victim, but she is very strong, during the days of pregnancy, she should have been treated preferentially, but because of her, Sheila had a hard time.

There is a blood clan that will send food to Sheila, and she has no food source, she sucks the most precious nutrients from Sheila, just like a newborn baby, at that time, she was unscrupulous in order to survive, if she is a kind person, even if she dies at this moment, she will not drag down her best friend.

However, without that desire to survive, I would not be able to do that kind of thing in the future.

"Sheila, thank you."

"Doyle, are you feeling better today?" Sheila asked with concern.

"Probably, it's better." The dream self squeezed out a bitter smile and curled up in the straw.

The scene blurred again, and Doyle calmly waited, what should be the next scene?

She thinks in her head.

Maybe it's a nostalgic scene, but after she recovers, and through a deal, she gets a small right from Jerros, and her life in the stone house becomes more comfortable, and Sheila has plenty of food because of it.

If the days of being slaves in the Bloods were the years of hell, then those days may have made hell a paradise for the time being.

Oh, the scene is clear again, which part of the memory is it?

The corners of Doyle's mouth slowly rose, and he was inexplicably looking forward to it.

"Ahh!!h A terrible scream suddenly rang in my ears.

Doyle's pupils constricted, her smile stiffened, and then vanished, and she stood there in surprise, a cry she would never forget, a nightmare that hovered over her for eternity.

Why...... Why did you skip to the end!!

Isn't that my dream? I guess I should have shown me what I wanted to see the most, just like those scenes.

Or is that what I want to see the most?

Everything in front of him was clear, the stars in the sky were bright, surrounded by humans, and in the middle stood three people, Sheila, her, and Rogers, Sheila was firmly choked by Rogers, and he smirked and licked Sheila's neck.

"Please! Please, Mistress Rogers! Don't-please-"

In the dream, he knelt on the ground and pleaded, tears streaming down his face, looking desperate.

"Oh~ my dear Doyle, why do you think I have given you the power to govern this stone house? Because you are my best toy, and although your disobedience made me angry last time, I found that no one could replace you. So...... Grateful? ”

She nodded repeatedly.

Then Rogers laughed: "Hahaha! No, no, no, I don't want your gratitude, it's not what I want from you, I want you to be the same as you were when you were a child~ painful but submissive!! It's your buddy, right? What about you? ”

"Yes, sir, so...... So please let Sheila go, she's a good woman, she's only twenty-five years old and has already given birth to three children. The order of her speech was a little out of order, and at this point she wished that someone would speak for her.

Rogers looked at her meaningfully, then slowly opened his mouth, "Doyle, change back to your old self." ”