It was a really exciting scene.

As soon as Bai Wanwan stepped in, she stepped on the blood of her shoes, which was sticky and greasy, and she was both scared and disgusted to see.

But for the sake of the task, she still stubbornly walked inside, the building inside was very high, almost opaque, and it was pitch black.

Theoretically, Bai Wanwan shouldn't be able to see anything clearly, but her eyes are surprisingly good, and there seems to be nothing wrong with her eyes except that she can't distinguish the color of objects.

Knowing the specific location, it is not difficult to find Yan.

She walked around the corner and saw him standing straight under a gray-black wall, next to a girl who was clearly not alive with her hands on the neck of a struggling girl.

The young man's slender ten fingers had many silver threads on them, and those silk threads that were as thin as spider silk flew between his fingers like some strange dance. Flexible, elegant.

Of course, now is not the time to lick him.

Bai Wanwan was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted and rushed out - it was obvious that she had forgotten that she was now a little short-legged.

Before she could run in front of Yan, she first stumbled on the ground because of a bare floor tile.

When she was aggrieved and sat up again, she saw Yanzheng looking at her thoughtfully.

The movement of his fingertips obviously stopped, and the girl who was about to suffocate also relaxed slightly.

Bai Wanwan was in a hurry, and wanted to speak, but she couldn't make any sound - the puppet didn't have its own voice.

Her blonde hair was short, reaching only to her shoulders, and her round, fleshy face looked very innocent and delicate. The green eyes were as clean as a fountain.

Even though he knew that she was not alive, but being stared at like this, Yan still couldn't help but slide his Adam's apple.

The scene was very embarrassing for a while...... Everyone froze in the rain in silence, or the girl relieved her breath first, and her tears and snot flowed down her face.

"Please, please, let me go......"

She naturally knew that she would be made a doll by the man in front of her when she died, and her desire to survive made her kneel on the ground regardless of any image, kneeling in the rain and kowtowing.

She already had a lot of cuts on her body, all wounds from a fight with another puppet.

Yan didn't like flawed toys in the first place, but now I'm even more tired of seeing her like this.

"Please, Mr. Yan......"

Almost everyone knows that the Doll Girl incident is the revenge of the mechanic they had bullied before. So it's not surprising to know his name.

The strange thing is that at the moment when he heard someone call out his name, Bai Wanwan's brain buzzed, as if the whole person had come to life from his bones, and the mechanical sense of belonging to the dead thing slowly faded.

She remembered that the last time she was able to move was after Qiao An'an shouted Yan's name.

Don't...... The name of the villain's dad is equivalent to her clockwork?

At present, the situation is still unclear, Bai Wanwan is in a hurry, and can only hope that the girl will shout at him more, and the girl is also angry, and the words of begging for mercy are mixed with Yan's name.

If it weren't for the fact that the scene was not suitable, Bai Wanwan wanted to applaud her.

Yan maintained a cold posture, and when Bai Wanwan noticed that his fingers trembled slightly, and was about to lift them up again, she finally mustered up the courage to rush up - hugging his thighs.

Yan hated being touched by other people, and toys didn't work, so he subconsciously kicked Bai Wanwan away. This time, Bai Wanwan was really aggrieved and wanted to cry.

She was stunned in place, standing dirty in the rain with a flat mouth, her round eyes were also closed into a line, and the doll stretched out her white and immature hand and insisted on stretching out in the direction of Yan.

"Master, hug!"

This was the first complete sentence she spoke, and this opening was not only her, but even Yan was shocked.

…… The puppet can talk, so it's a ghost story, right? What's more, her voice is delicate and small, like a little fox pinching her throat.

Yan let go of his hand, controlled the puppet to push the girl away at will, and walked in front of Bai Wanwan.

She was too short to see his expression even if she tried to tilt her head up, let alone through the haze and rain.

"I seem to remember when you were made."

The man's voice was somewhat like muttering.

In fact, Bai Wanwan, his debut work, was born with various flaws, and he was still dissatisfied with many revisions and changes, and finally discarded.

But she was picked up by well-wishers, and she roughly repaired it again, and it has been going on for many years.

It wasn't until the family moved that her worthless toy was discarded in the garbage heap again and picked up by Yaya.

After many years, when I saw this little thing that could only be regarded as garbage staring with soft eyes, what came to my mind was the fox he had raised many years ago.

Its gaze is also so soft and wet, so docile that you can't help but want to touch it.

"...... master?"

Bai Wanwan didn't know what he was thinking, so she could only tilt her head and look at him stupidly biting her fingers.

Her dress was white lace with azure fabric, spreading out in layers to look like a small flower from a distance, and a white ribbon was tied around her neck, and the side of the ribbon tied with a bow just enough to cover the "Y" at the back of her neck.

She didn't look like a doll, she had nothing to do with an ordinary human child, and she couldn't see anything unusual except for her delicate and distorted facial features.

Yan squatted down on one knee in front of her, wanting to reach out to touch her face but inexplicably withdrawing it, Bai Wanwan took a small step forward, stretched out his soft little hand and pulled his wide bony palm back and covered his face again.

Theoretically, she should be tactile. But at that moment, she clearly sensed the cold temperature on the young man's body.

From this upward vantage point, his transparent glass eyes are as beautiful as two sparkling diamonds, crystal clear and radiant.

"A long time ago, you should have stopped working, no one wound you, no silk thread, what are you living for?"

Looking at her, his tone was thick with incomprehension, and the hand that caressed the side of her face also rubbed, although there was not the slightest living warmth on her.

What is she living for...... As a cold mechanical toy. This is indeed a question worth pondering.

Her green eyes were curved into a crescent moon, and the corners of her mouth were pursed upward, and although she was embarrassed in the rain, the little girl with short blond hair still smiled like a little angel.

"Yes, for the sake of the master."

As a work that has been produced with all his painstaking efforts, her soul is the master who gave her a new birth, right?

Where do you need a clockwork, after she is abandoned by him, in the house of the family where she was picked up. As long as she heard his name, thousands of miles away, she would also get up and look in that direction.

Even though she couldn't see anything, she would always be in his direction, waiting for him to call.

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