Song Miaomiao felt that there was nothing more powerless in this world than this, she almost watched the boulders and miscellaneous trees falling down smash towards the delicate and thin figure, and she ran in the rain a hundred steps away, powerless.

Hit by something behind her, the sudden impact caused her to stagger down the high and steep hill as she ran, and the last distance seemed to be the only way to reach it this way.

She struggled to curl up and hold her head as she rolled weightlessly, trying to soften the impact from all sides. There is only one clear thought in my mind: Yueyue, Yueyue is still there!

So despite the embarrassment, despite the scarring, she still held on to her willpower and did not pass out.

There was a bang in her ears, and then she heard a scream that was so sharp that her heart trembled, so familiar and so close, but she was like being crushed by a wheel, and in addition to biting her lower lip to prevent herself from being conscious, it was difficult to even move her fingertips.

"Child, in the next life, cast a good baby, so that you can feel a lot of beauty and happiness in this world." The old voice of his father before his death in the previous life sounded in his ears.

However, now she has reached the next life of the legend, and as her father expected, she has a good birth, at least in this life, she is healthy and ordinary, with parents who love her, true friends who can share weal and woe, and even love that has never been tried in two lifetimes is budding, everything seems so calm and beautiful.

However, at this moment, why does she feel that everything is so unreal, all this she has now is so illusory and so slim, as if it is a passing cloud, and after waking up, she will fall back to reality, just like every time she looks out of the window in the dead of night and is alone in a daze, she thinks.

What does she belong to now? Is it a human being, a soul, or a god who looks coldly at the world? Every time she was too happy, that thin and petite figure would drag her back to reality, and she would shout at her with two pigtails and starry eyes: "Sister Miao! ”

The child who was as cold as a puppet in front of her, who would only show the smile of his peers in front of her, the child who was willing to open his heart to her despite the most unfair treatment and cold eyes in the world, the child who regarded her as a god in her little world......

Yes, in her previous life, she must have hoped that there would be a person like "Sister Miao" in her world at that time, so in this life, she regarded her as her self in her previous life at the first sight of Yueyue, and she was kind to her in every way because of sympathy and because she wanted to redeem.

Look, she's not as kind and loving as she claims to be, she's so narrow-minded and selfish, just to make her heart at peace, and she doesn't like this troublemaker much, she always makes herself hurt and embarrassed, and she becomes chattering every day following her thoughts......

"Woo......"

I don't know how long it took, but the heavy rain had tended to stop, occasionally hitting her blood-stained face, hitting her fragile nerves and beating suddenly.

The second she opened her eyes, she realized that she should have been unconscious, and the moment she returned to consciousness, she tried to raise her head, but her body seemed to be pressed by a heavy object, and she couldn't move at all, she tossed for a long time before she barely turned her head.

As far as the eye can see, there is a ruin, which can really only be described as ruins.

A large area of earth, rocks, bricks and tiles, and dilapidated thatched huts, mixed with rainwater all over the ground, and even a little ice and snow that had not melted, everything seemed so depressed and dilapidated, as if they were laughing and playing under the heavy snow in the early morning, and the two of them whispered and talked by the door frame as if they were in a different world, and everything seemed so illusory.

In the distance, a slender white hand stretched out from under the huge withered trunk, and a handful of things were tightly held in the hand. It's a pity that under the rain washed, the thing has long been unable to see its original state, and it is sticky in the palm of the small hand.

In just one second, Song Miaomiao's eyes were wet, and she didn't need to think that the owner of the little hand was Yueyue, and what was holding on to the palm of her hand was the thousand paper cranes she regarded as her faith.

It wasn't until the thick smell of blood came from her clenched lower lip that she couldn't hold back the tears rolling in her eyes.

"Brother Jane, where are you?" Unexpectedly, at the most helpless and desperate moment, the first person she thought of would be him.