More than 1,500 years ago.

In the gloomy prison cell was a woman in a dark blue dress who looked calm, there was no light in the cell, and in the darkness you could only hear the sound of a light rain outside the window.

and the woman's weak breathing.

"Apricot, he ...... I don't think they came to pick us up. ”

"It's almost noon."

The maid on the side was holding the baby, but suddenly showed a smiling face.

The baby in the faint light, the sweet little face did not cry or make trouble, quietly looking at everything around him.

"Is it pretty......" asked the lying woman.

"That's good, young lady come and see." Apricot carried the child over. But the woman shook her head.

"I've ...... I can't see ......."

Blood loss all over the body.

"Miss hold on for a while, even if that negative man doesn't come, Bao Gongzi will come to save us......"

"Forget it, let them go. I just hope this kid ......"

"Miss, hold on!"

"The child has entrusted it to you, ...... Apricot"

"No, no! Miss will be back to health! The doctor is here soon! ”

The doctor won't come, and the whole city understands that this woman is the source of their nightmare.

"I'm really unwilling, I wanted to watch this child grow up......"

Xing'er realized the sound of the woman about to fall, so she had to hold back the trembling and say, "Miss, let's give the child a name......

The woman was silent for a moment, it was pitch black, and only the sound of a light rain could be heard.

Then let's call, Meng.

Leaving this poetic name, she drooped down half-clouded and half-foggy, and her consciousness gradually drifted away.

I don't know why, I don't want to let her fall into my tragedy again.

Even if she turns into nothingness, she must be protected. That's what I can do.

"Yes...... Describe Meng'er? The woman spoke with the last of her strength.

"No, it's not always there, but when the lights come on, she's smiling, she's looking at you now, she's calling Mommy, Mommy."

Just listen to the child's call and pass away.

The so-called mom is difficult to describe with this onomatopoeia.

As if she was born with this title, she clearly saw the most promising immature appearance, but she felt farther and farther away from her.

But for some reason, her mind flashed to the child wearing a student uniform and glasses showing a warm but sad smile.

Child, why do you grieve so much?

"Who is it?" She questioned the air.

Who made me see her future?

At that moment, the image of the child's death lasted for a minute, whether it was thrown into the river by the jailers in the palace, or died by muskets in the palace of the descendants, or died for a man in the ruins and rumbling cannons.

She was dying, and dying.

She has been silently giving, silently dying, no one beats for her, no one moves for her.

Compared with Xing'er desperately describing the appearance of the child, the woman who was about to die was very calm at the moment.

This calm face and godless eyes made Xing'er almost cry, "Miss, don't ......"

And in a state of soul, she watched herself, her servants, and her children drift farther and farther away in the darkness. I was happy, sad, and worried.

The last time I felt this way was when I first met him in the winter, when I lifted the curtain in the oil-walled car and met the teenager in the snow.

Brief joy, reunion, enthusiasm.

Then there was a foolish wait, waiting for him to come back.

Even if I am cursed by fate, I will wait, even if the whole world is against it.

But every time he got up, he didn't appear on the side of the couch, but disappeared from the distance, as if he had disappeared, knowing that this infatuation would not bear fruit and would not change anything.

Finding someone who looks like him, or repeating the endless route in the fuel wall car, won't change anything.

Now when I see my children facing the same future, I feel the same way.

The chill that pierced my heart is still seared in my heart today.

Now I have to spend the last night in prison with this child, and I can't help but cry at the thought that she will die in the opposition of the whole world.

The times will not tolerate such a sad person, and those who secretly pity and compassion will probably be disliked, even if she has a peerless appearance, it will only bring sadness to people.

But I still have to change something.

As if hearing a woman's call, a black stone tablet gradually rose in the void.

The height of tens of meters is impressive, and the ratio of height, width and thickness of 9:4:1 shines with obsidian.

Seeing this scene, the woman did not show a trace of doubt or panic.

Familiar with the darkness and sin, she adjusted her fresh vision.

"The reason why I recycled you is because the value of your spirit core is really strong." The Black Monument made a non-toned voice, "In exchange, we'll shelter your child and make her a quasi-reclaimer." ”

From then on, this child will see what we can see, and he will have to endure pain that ordinary people can't bear.

"Here, my soul." The woman was clearly not happy with this, "but there is one condition attached." ”

"Please."

This is not the "adaptor response" that recyclers are familiar with, but rather a mother's intuition.

"I don't want her to repeat my tragedy."

When a dark and deep aura came to her, she was already like her former self.

"Please answer me." She asked in righteous terms.

"She will fall next to your mausoleum at the turn of the millennium, and she will be offered later, are you satisfied?"

She was silent for a moment, as if she was considering something.

"Not enough."

Even in that era, she still couldn't escape another fate.

"I want her to be happy."

For the sake of her happiness, I can close my soul, my life, and my feelings, so that at least one time and space she will not be hurt again, even if I sacrifice everything, I want to make her happy.

With the power of her mother, shelter her far away in the sky.

"The happiness of a soul is only a trivial matter of insignificance to the world."

"But for me, she's all I'm about."

Anyone who makes her sad, I will punish the world at all costs.

Even if she is named a witch.

"Even if it's a witch, her abilities are limited."

"Really?"

The pentagram on her forehead glowed brighter and brighter.

"You can't intervene in a world that big."

It's a shame that you guys just let me see the future, so.

"A wormhole, it's fine."

The Great Magician of the Sky, his eyes revealing an awe-inspiring blue light.

If she can't be happy, then let the whole world be buried.

But as long as this child can show a truly happy smile, I will definitely resolve all grudges and make the world peaceful.

I've made up my mind that as long as she is happy, the wormhole will annihilate on its own.

Then she thanked the man who gave her happiness, and finally happily dissolved into nothingness.

"It's going to repeat that family's curse."

"It doesn't matter." The woman replied neatly, "I am sure that fate will eventually warm the world." ”

"There is no complete guarantee that the world line will be correct."

"Then, send another person to protect her...... The one who can feel my pain in the same way, who can see my soul at my grave, who can recite the psalms that make me cry. ”

The moment when the man changes his mind is the moment when the poet's mission ends.

"Will you marry a demon, are you satisfied?"

"As long as she's happy."

[Deep Space Loop] ends