[15th story]

【Extra】

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—※After the end of the 10th plane※—

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The young man propped up his white chin slightly, his eyes were quietly hidden in the air, and his eyes were indifferent and empty as the gods, as if he would not take anything to heart.

The space distorted, and the girl's figure gradually appeared.

Feng Tian raised his eyes slightly, his expression remained unchanged, but a pair of beautiful eyes stopped at the girl.

"Can an adult's soul be revived temporarily?"

She seemed to just ask casually.

The system did not answer.

The boy looked at her silently, and when he saw that the girl seemed to be stunned, he immediately raised his eyebrows:

"You can wake up, but you don't want to come back?"

The young man's eyelashes hidden in the air trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes silently, looking quiet.

How to explain it.

He was quiet for a long time before pursing his lips slightly.

The girl's figure disappeared into space again, and the boy supported his forehead with one hand.

In the slight nervousness and apprehension of the system, his voice still couldn't hear the emotion:

"Seems to be angry."

I'm angry.

The system did not respond, but Feng Tian was very clear.

She was raised by himself, and he knew that the little girl would almost never show her emotions, not to say grievances, not to say that she was tired.

Always well-behaved and obedient, if there is a sudden silence and silence like just now, it means that she is sad, or sad, or angry.

Angry......

The young man lowered his eyes slightly, and his quiet expression showed a slight dazedness, he closed a pair of beautiful eyes, but his tone was so light that he almost murmured:

“…… What to do. ”

Long.

He opened his eyes and walked slowly.

The surrounding main god space slowly dissipated, and the scene in front of him began to become clear.

It's a familiar little plane.

He was standing in front of the door of a villa.

After a moment of silence, the slender boy gently pushed the door in, raised his eyes and looked into the room.

There was no one in the huge living room.

He pursed his lips and walked up the spiral escalator, down the not-so-familiar hallway.

He doesn't come back here very often, so looking at the layout here, he is vaguely unfamiliar.

In this house, there are not many signs of human activity, and only a small part of the kitchen is used.

The used bowls have been washed and placed neatly in the cupboard, clean with tiny droplets.

The garbage left over from the meal is also cleaned up, and the garbage bag is placed in the corner and taken away when you go out the next day.

There was only one room and it was located at the end of the hallway.

But it was sorted out two.

The other room, which was kept clean and tidy, was not occupied, just empty.

The boy stood outside the empty room and paused for a moment before stepping towards the end of the hallway.

He stopped at the door and stood in silence for a few seconds.

Then gently push the door open.

The room was big, but the lights were on and not off. There was no one in the indoor living room, and when I turned the living room to the inner room, I saw a little girl shrunk on the big bed.

She fell asleep with a frown.

The clothes in the wardrobe are neatly stacked, the homework book is arranged and placed in the corner of the table, and the pen is placed on it.

Closing her eyes, as if she could imagine how she came back alone, she cooked the meal silently, ate and washed the dishes, cleaned up the garbage, came back to the room to do her homework, and then quietly put the homework book, took a bath, climbed into bed and covered the quilt, and slept with her eyes closed.

This process may always be quiet.

The boy stood quietly in front of the bed, his gaze resting on the frowning girl who was sleeping.

He leaned over.

The thin and red lip petals, the petals of the flowers fall gently and are imprinted on the girl's fair forehead.

"Don't hate me."

He whispered.

……

"Please."