Her eyes suddenly opened, and she really touched it, and Su Nanai couldn't wait to wipe away the heavy ash with her hands, revealing the smooth color of the wooden comb.

It's like a grinding disc, a surface that her mother touches every day, and when she touches it, she seems to feel the temperature in her palm.

I always thought I was very strong, and I lived so lively and cheerful without my mother.

It turned out that she just hid her longing for her mother and buried her love deep in her heart, just because the people around her regarded her mother as a taboo.

"Mom's ......"

Su Nana muttered, closed her eyes, concentrated, this time she wanted to look at her mother attentively, and the teardrop hanging from the corner of her eye slowly fell.

The blood was in her concentration, the circulation accelerated, breaking through the barrier between time and boundaries, and Suna felt like she was shuttling through time, facing a storm that she could not meet.

It was like being in the midst of a strong light current, and the strong light hit the nerves in her brain, and it was difficult to open her eyes.

Slowly and faintly, in the electric attack of the wind and rainstorm, under the strong light, a figure faintly appeared, she looked more carefully, the more carefully she explored, the blurred figure became more clearly visible.

She saw a woman combing her jet-black hair in front of the mirror, waist-length hair like a waterfall, through the mirror, she saw that the woman seemed to be smiling, although she couldn't see the face clearly, but she felt the smile on her face.

Sunaina, try a little harder, get a little closer, and you can see it.

Seeing some scenes, Sunaina's heart was even more eager to see the woman's face in the mirror.

But at the moment when she was about to get closer, a force suddenly turned her away from the door and pushed her out of the direction of the mirror.

What's the situation? This experience was so different, she could see it without much fluctuation in the past, but this time, she seemed to be going through some ordeal.

No, there was a force that seemed to prevent her from looking, that force was very violent, but it felt very gentle, giving her a familiar sense of intimacy, like a vague memory, when that strange woman appeared, her deep feelings were the same.

Suna wanted to break through the obstacles in front of her, but there was even greater pressure on her face, which made her feel unable to breathe, or even suffocated.

"Child, mom will seal your memories for 12 years, and just want you to live a simple and happy life like an ordinary person."

In my mind, the words that suddenly appeared were her, and this external force came from the woman in the confused impression.

Su Nanai couldn't resist the oncoming resistance, and if she insisted, she felt that her six meridians and eight veins, heart, liver and lungs were going to be squeezed, deformed and burst.

No, she must see the man behind the wooden comb, just a little bit.

As long as she gets closer, she can see clearly, Suna doesn't want to give up, she wants to see, she has a hunch that if she can't see it this time, she won't have a chance to see it again in the future.

She must see the face of the woman behind the mirror, whether it is the one whose father treasures the photo.

But just as Suna was about to pass through the blurred diaphragm, a furious wind descended from the sky and threw her whole up towards a position farther and farther away from the mirror.