This is a little girl in a white dress, of course, if it were not for the occasional hint of white and the faint whiteness revealed in the gray, no one would have been able to know the original appearance of this dress.

She sat next to a small tree, staring blankly at everything around her. The weather was very cold and cold, and in this kind of ice and snow where anyone would unconsciously feel a chill when they saw it, she was wearing very thin clothes. Only the dress, which had been covered by filth and its original color, covered the thin body, and there were small broken holes in it.

But the strange thing is that the little girl does not show any movement to feel the cold, as if the cold world no longer affects her in the slightest. Perhaps the dead heart made her body no longer feel the temperature. She just looked ahead indifferently, a pair of eyes that were originally as bright and transparent as stars, but they were godless, as helpless as a desperate little lamb. It's just that there is a cold light faintly shining in the depths of the eyes, which is a cold that makes people's souls tremble.

She didn't have any words, maybe it was the long silence that made her forget how to make a sound, or maybe she thought there was nothing left for her to make a sound.

She didn't know why she was alive, why she was alive, and what the meaning of being alive was. She has no goal, no direction, and no goal and direction. She didn't even know if she would have a tomorrow, she couldn't find a reason to live, she just lived instinctively, like a puppet.

No, compared to the puppet, her life is probably even more unbearable. Because she needs to keep looking for food in order to survive. She had to endure hunger and cold in this cold and windy weather when she had nowhere else to go, and in thin clothes covered with filth. She is an existence without any use value, an existence abandoned by everyone. It is also an existence that is not needed.

For her, she has no hope, she can't see her future, like an ethereal incarnation, and she hardly sees any popularity in her.

Hope, she used to have it, no, it should be said that she was once synonymous with hope, she was the embodiment of hope.

But from that day on, all this was gone, hope turned to despair, and everything that was once had was lost.

She took all this on herself, thinking that it was all her own fault, that she had brought the disaster, desperately blaming herself, and infinitely regretting it, but it was useless, and all that was left was her wandering alone, and that bitter hatred.

There was a sudden rustling sound in the woods, and she immediately became vigilant, a little strange why someone had come here. Because there are very few people here in normal times, and when she wanders aimlessly, she will choose a place where there is no one, and where there is no one, she will go, so she is very strange to the sudden movement.

I saw a snow-white fluffy little guy slowly appear in front of her eyes, looked at her cautiously, and then ran to her and licked her pale little hand with his tongue.

Looking at the little guy in front of her who should be called the snow rabbit in her memory, she suddenly leaned forward and hugged the snow rabbit in front of her. Looking at the petite body curled up in her arms, the indifferent pretty face that seemed to have no human feelings, a very light smile appeared, and her smile was very beautiful. In this snowy world, it is enough to make people's hearts tremble, but no one appreciates it.

She squatted down and put the snow rabbit on the ground, watching the snow rabbit circle around her on the snow, and the white fur against the snow made the snow rabbit look particularly smart and cute. The indifferent eyes gradually filled with a trace of warmth, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the fur of the snow rabbit's warm hands, but found that there was a little flaw in the white, frowned the good-looking brows, and cleaned up the snow rabbit with both hands in his arms again. There was a hint of joy in her indifferent expression, silent and concerned, as if she had put all her thoughts into it, and was no longer affected by everything in the world.

It didn't take long for her to clean up the variegated color on the snow rabbit's body, looked at the snow rabbit licking her little hands, showed a smile, and then touched her dirty dress, took out a small half of the bread, and gently divided the bread into two halves and half with both hands, and placed it in front of the snow rabbit.

She is cold, she rejects anyone, and she is not accepted by anyone. But deep down, how she wished there was someone who would keep her friends and companions from being lonely and cold.

But she couldn't find any companions anymore, because she couldn't trust anyone anymore, and she couldn't trust anyone. Afraid, hateful, hateful to everything in the world.

The only things she can believe in and can be her companions are those simple little animals. They will be with her, but they will never harm her.

The bread she had just now was the only food she had had eaten for the day, the only food she had run for a long time to find in the garbage heap that no one else wanted to spoil. Although it is broken, it is the power for her to keep her alive. But since we are friends, we have something to eat together.

She looks like she is only eleven or twelve years old, she should have grown up in the arms of her parents and enjoying all kinds of doting, who would have thought that at this age, she has been wandering like this for several years?

I tried to find friends, tried to get food through work, tried to do many, many things, but all of them were broken by the indifference and insults of others, and since then I have embarked on a lonely wandering, and my original simple burning heart has been completely frozen under the cold pool.

He touched the white head of the snow rabbit, showed a smile that was stiff from long-term indifference, and ate the sour bread in his hand. She gently bit down on the small slice of bread in her hand, and she ate it slowly, slowly, as if she was afraid that if she ate it too quickly, she would eat it quickly. The slight sound of chewing and dancing in the wind echoed through the silent land.

Although she had eaten very slowly, slowly, there was only a little bread anyway, and it was not long before there was nothing left in her hand. Turning her head to look at the snow rabbit on the ground that was still eating slowly, she smiled slightly. Although she didn't have enough to eat because she gave the bread to the snow rabbit, she didn't regret it. Rather than having a full stomach, she wants to be accompanied by someone she trusts.

But as if the gods high in the sky were deliberately trying to leave her alone, the snow hare ran into the forest after eating the bread. The girl stretched out her little pale hand to grasp something, but after a moment it hung down weakly, her little head lowered, and her pretty face was full of despair without a trace of blood.

The world seemed to dim at this moment, sad and sad for the girl. Just when the breeze couldn't help but want to stop dancing, a sound of footsteps broke through the silence.

The girl reacted the moment the footsteps appeared, breaking away from the sadness of the snow rabbit's departure, and staring vigilantly at the source of the footsteps. Such a reaction is not at all like what such a young child should have, but it is the capital that a girl has been able to live for so many years.

The voice was quick and fast, as if looking for something, and the direction was where the girl was.

As the voice got closer, a figure gradually became clearer, the moment the girl saw the figure, she felt a feeling called intoxication, inexplicably wonderful, she had no emotional fluctuations for a long time, even if the snow rabbit left her just now, there was not much emotional fluctuation in her heart. But the moment she saw the figure, her heart was beating uncontrollably, as if something was attracting her, making her soul throb with it, so that she could only watch the figure approach.

The figure was getting closer and closer, and she could see more and more clearly, it was a very beautiful girl, who looked a few years older than her, perhaps the most beautiful girl she had seen so far. What's more important is the feeling in her body that attracts her, so that she can't have any disgust and defense against this woman.

The figure stopped in front of her, and she just stared blankly at the woman in front of her, not knowing what to do.

"Will you go with me?" the woman spoke, and her voice was so beautiful that she felt as if she was no longer tired.

"I opened my mouth, I thought I wanted to say something, but I didn't make any sound, maybe I was too nervous, maybe I hadn't spoken for so long that I forgot how to speak.

"Don't worry, try slowly. The woman looked at her clumsy appearance and covered her mouth and chuckled.

"I, you, why do you want me" was encouraged by the woman, as if she had the courage all of a sudden, and she tried to speak intermittently.

Hearing her question, the woman fell silent, and although her words were intermittent, the woman clearly understood. She looked nervously at the woman, how she wished she would give her a reason to convince herself to follow her.

"Well, because I need you, can you?"

"Why?"

"Because you are my hope!!" The woman looked at her gently, and she could feel that the feelings in the woman's eyes were real and not false.

But it is precisely because the feelings that the woman reveals to her are not false that she is afraid, she is afraid of losing again. And she's no longer hopeful now

"But, however, I am a person of despair, not the hope you say. She shouted at the woman with a cry, and then sat on her knees as if she had lost all her pillars and wept for the first time in years.

The woman fell silent when she heard her words, and then without hesitation, she stepped forward and hugged her as she knelt on the ground, not paying any attention to the filthy clothes on her body.

"Hope can not only lead to despair but also to miracles, and to me you are my hope, so please come with me, okay?" said the woman as she hugged her and wiped the tears from her face.

"Did a miracle be born?" she muttered to herself in distraction at the woman's words.

"Well, miracles will be born, as long as we are together. ”

"I promise you. She was moved by the woman's words, not for any miracle, but to not be alone, to have a partner to accompany her, and not to bring despair to the people she cared about

"Do you have a name?"

"Moer"

"What about the last name?"

"Nope"

"Then from now on with my surname, will you be okay?"

"Hmm"