The shattered parts of the plane flew in all directions, hundreds of wails that should have resounded in the sky, scorched away by the terrible heat, and the charred black corpses that exuded the smell of barbecued meat smashed from the sky to the ground one by one like dumplings falling into a pot.

Some people are stuck to the seats, and when they slam into the ground, they can fall out of a big hole. Now it is good that they will not trouble their relatives to dig their graves, for the earth has already buried them out of mercy.

The fireworks, which bloomed with a plane and the lives of hundreds of people, broke the silence of the night, frightened the stars and moon in the sky, lost their brilliance, and made countless people who saw this scene stunned.

And Yelena was by no means one of those people.

She—

……

Pain.

It hurts.

It hurts to death.

Beatrice thought it was unfair.

She was a watchman, she could only observe everything that was happening in her young self, she couldn't make the little finger of her body move, even once, but she had to bear all the pain that this body suffered, well, no one helped her to alleviate it a little.

At the moment when the plane exploded, her mother, as if she expected what would happen next, frantically took her into her arms and wrapped her tightly with her own flesh.

So, she didn't die right away.

Ah, it's so warm - Beatrice, who didn't realize the explosion at first, enjoyed the comfort of her mother's arms as usual, but slowly, it was too hot - hey, something wasn't right, right?

It wasn't until the deafening explosion, echoing around Beatrice, tearing the plane to shreds, that she realized what had happened.

Then, she realized that her mother was so far away from her.

Before Beatrice could grieve for this, the heat and the impact turned into a ferocious monster, tearing apart her mother's body with ease as if tearing open a tissue paper.

Then it smiled brightly and hideously, and greeted Beatrice—

"Hey, kid, now, it's your turn!"

Her eyes were as bright as a galaxy, and they were suddenly filled with blood-red flames.

"It turns out that I'm not the original little Beatrice, nor is it little Beatrice who died once, I'm ......"

Beatrice was a little reluctant to draw conclusions.

The first death made her lose the memory of what she had before she was three years old, and this destruction will deprive her of everything she has now.

It's too much.

Really, it's too much.

Surrounded by the passion of the fire, Beatrice's anger became weak.

It hurts.

Really, it hurts.

Even the moaning became as if he was whispering in a low voice.

Little Beatrice didn't know what death was, but the flames flickering around her body were enough to make her feel fear. She cried loudly, but those two lines of tears were burned in an instant, and there was no way to save her dying life.

was bitten by countless fiery snakes, and her life soon followed her mother to the end.

As if a candle had been blown out at random, the little girl's consciousness was left with endless darkness in an instant.

Beatrice is still gasping, in fact, there is no need to persist so hard, right? Obviously, the person she loves so much is no longer there, what is the point of her brazenly staying in this world?

"Poof."

The flames understood that the little girl beneath them could no longer escape their clutches, so they gracefully and slowly devoured the girl's remaining flesh and bones. Thanks to this, she still has half an ear, an eye, and seventy percent of her brain that can function.

Otherwise, Beatrice and little Beatrice would not have heard the sound;

Otherwise, little Beatrice would not have tried to turn her eyes and trace the source of the sound;

Otherwise, Beatrice would not have found her aunt in the red sight.

"Auntie, Auntie, why are you here?"

Didn't Mom say, didn't you catch up?

"Auntie, Auntie, why are you kneeling on the ground?"

Actually, it's good that I didn't catch up, and the taste of being burned by fire is not worth trying.

"Auntie, Auntie, why is there no light in your eyes, why-"

Are you crying?

It's weird...... Aren't Mom and I scorched and shattered, and you still recognize it?

It's amazing, my aunt is so amazing, she must have engraved all of her mother's whole in her mind.

Anyway, to be able to learn about Auntie's past from this incident, and to be able to understand Auntie's mood from this past incident, Beatrice is also satisfied.

No wonder my aunt didn't tell her about her mother before, it turned out that when she mentioned it, her heart hurt.

In the past, she was really willful, always pestering her aunt and asking such excessive questions.

In the future, it won't, it really won't.

With one last thought, Beatrice was once again locked in an abyssal cage.

……

"She can't die, she has something in her body that once resurrected her, so don't worry, this time, she can't die either."

Indifferent voices.

"This kind of thing doesn't matter, my wife is dead, can you use the same method......"

A familiar and indifferent voice.

"It doesn't matter? Even if your wife becomes a 'thing' that you don't care about, doesn't it matter? ”

"It doesn't matter."

"Oh, I can't."

“……”

It was only with great difficulty that a glimmer or two of light slipped in the cage, and Beatrice finally heard a few words in a daze, but unfortunately, the outside world was silent again.

"She's not something that doesn't matter, she's my sister's favorite daughter."

Thankfully, someone opened their mouths again. This person, although the tone of indifference is not as good as the previous two, but the coldness in it is not lost.

"Makes a lot of sense."

Indifferent voices.

"As you say, I'll do what she wants, and let this thing ...... Let her 'daughter' grow up safely into a 'human'. ”

A familiar and indifferent voice.

From this sentence, the girl who was unconscious but could not find a single wound on her body completely opened her eyes. And this time, the man lost his gentle coat and became the "man" in Beatrice's original memory, and became the "man" that Beatrice hated and feared.

She hated him, she feared him, because he was cold and ruthless to her, he didn't care much about her, he didn't care about her, he didn't care about her.

He loved a woman so much that he couldn't even give her a little love.

When that woman was there, when she held her, she would be favored by that man a little bit, but now, all that deep love, with that woman, was buried in that big explosion.

And who is she this time?

She is, she is Beatrice, in Jiang Tian's eyes-

Cui, cui, silk.