With a wave of his hand, countless silk threads are gone.

So, I guess there's really nothing.

On the way here, Forgetful had already told them what he knew about the gap in time.

However, it was only at this moment that she really realized what true nothingness was.

Nothing, yes, not even hope? There is no time, no past, no future, and no present, so does it mean that there is endless time and space here?

Si Chen and Zixu's little brother arrived here many days ago, and they have been trapped for so long, and they don't know what's wrong?

Hey, her Weaver Girl world! Her cook!!

Carefree sighed, and at this time, this simple sigh was like opening Pandora's box.

In response to her, there was another sigh.

"Ahh

"Who?" Worry-free asked, a clear and soft voice echoed throughout the space.

Then, there was another sigh.

"Ahh

"Who are you?" Worry-free looked around, "Is it Sichen or Zixu?" ”

Carefree waited for a while, as if it was a long, long time, before she heard a third sigh.

"Ahh

What kind of sound is that?

Carefree could not be described, because the voice seemed to come from all around, and it seemed to be in her ears.

Or rather, that kind of sigh is in the bottom of her heart.

It's light, it's light, like a murmur in the quiet night, like a scroll turning a page in the rain, cutting through the darkness and pointing to the light.

Suddenly, the space was distorted, and many white points of light began to appear in the azure space.

Then, the point of light gradually spread, first the size of a feather, then the size of a handkerchief, slowly extending towards the infinite profundity.

In a moment, those white lights, a large patch of white, swallowed all the sky blue.

The white light began to envelop her and invade her. The speed is so fast, Carefree has no time to react, and he can't open his eyes at all.

The white light made her feel a little dizzy, as if she was out of control. However, she could clearly feel that she was being squeezed and rubbed by some force, and the whole person was uncomfortably tight.

Is it white light? Or is it something called nothingness?!

The things she didn't know what they were began to drill into her head, into her throat, and she was a little out of breath.

Her soul, including her entire skeleton, seemed to be torn apart with great force.

The carefree hand kept pinching the trick, however, all in vain.

In the end, she felt that there was nothing left in her brain!

"I, who is it?"

The clear voice echoed throughout the space, however, no one answered.

Wu Wu sat on a pool of snow white, looked at his palms in a daze, and muttered, "I, who is it?" ”

The girl wore a simple inky flowing gauze dress, and her long inky hair like seaweed was simply curled behind her head.

The skin is as white as jade, the long eyelashes tremble slightly, and the red lips are closed one by one, as if they are still asking: "I, who is it?" ”

There was no ripple in her inky pupils.

The boundless white surrounds this cloud of ink, like a cloud of thick and light ink in the velvet snow, abrupt, monotonous, and lonely.

She hugged her knees, and the snow was falling all over her clothes, on her hair.

Some, melting, some, piling up.

In the end, her hair was dyed snow-white.

"Who am I?" The girl's voice was soft, like a feather gliding across her palm.