Tang Ning's gaze slowly lost the strength to move away.

She looked at Garan intently.

The black robe on the young man's body was densely embroidered with silver silk threads with large blooming dragon claw flowers. The frost-like color reminded her of another name for the dragon's claw flower—

Flowers on the other side.

Because of the strange appearance of having leaves and no flowers, and having flowers and no leaves, although it is a common flower in the mountains after the rain, it seems to be born with two more mysteries than the flowers and trees next to it.

Now that it is blooming in the Soul Division, it seems that it has really become a flower on the other side.

The scorching color and breathtaking beauty of each petal carry a strange and unique fragrance.

The people on this shore were tempted, threw away their skins, and planted moths into the beautiful scenery on the other side.

Even Tang Ning also thinks these flowers are very beautiful. She looked at Jia Lan, and always felt like a moth, knowing that there was a fire in front of her, and if she got close, she would be burned to the bone, and her stupid thoughts still couldn't contain it.

The girl's eyes are so white that they are naked.

The black-clothed young man on the shore narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly asked someone to take him a mirror.

The brightly polished bronze mirror easily illuminated his face, and his eyebrows, eyes, and facial features were all terrifyingly clear.

Garan was stunned.

Obviously looking at his own face, but I don't know why, looking at the person in the mirror, he always feels that it is not himself.

The hand suddenly lost its strength, and the bronze mirror fell to the ground with a "clang".

The little boys in black looked at him in unison.

Garan stood on the platform with a pale face and slowly covered his face.

For the first time, he knew that he and his father had been born so similarly. No wonder when Ah Yan first woke up, the first thing he saw was Ayayu-sama.

If he was a few years older and older, he would probably really be exactly like his father.

But...... He hated his father's face.

Walking barefoot over the mirror, Garan lowered her hand and strode out the door.

Seeing this, the little boys in black looked at Tang Ning in the bath, and they also followed one by one, and retreated gently.

As soon as the door closed, the room became quiet, and only the sound of the pool flowing was left in Tangning's ears.

She frowned and looked up at the door.

The door was closed, and no footsteps could be heard.

As soon as the belt was loosened, Tang Ning untied his clothes. The warm stream of water wrapped around her bare skin, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The tense thoughts that have been tense for days seem to have melted away from this warmth and comfort.

She sank, soaked in the water, and saw the petal boats floating overhead.

In the water, she has snow-white skin and a well-proportioned body. Healthy long legs, swinging in the water, Tang Ning swam twice, only to feel relaxed all around.

After a comfortable bath, she got up from the water, stepped out of the bath, and bent down to pick up her new clothes.

The back of the girl exposed in the air, the flesh and bones are even, smooth as jade, and there is almost no pore visible. But on the spine that was slightly bulging because of the bending over, there was a strange small mole.

The blood-red mole, only the size of flax, grows in the skin, flat and flat, without the slightest sign of a bulge.

Water droplets run along the wet hair, dripping to the ground.

Tang Ning grabbed his clothes and stood up straight.

The small red mole suddenly became longer from a circle to a long one with her movements, and slowly climbed up a section.

This mole, which originally grew less than a foot above the tail vertebrae, was only a little small like a needle pricked. But now, it's a short, thin line.

Tang Ning pulled up his long hair and turned back to dry his body.

The thin red thread just grew out of her sight.

When the hand touches it, it is also smooth there.

No pain, no itching, no sensation.

She unfolded her new clothes, put them on carefully, and then walked towards the door with her wet embroidered shoes.