The air in the hallway was slightly cool, which made Ashumia breathe a long sigh of relief.

The atmosphere in the hall was really not suitable for her, but fortunately Obsidian didn't have a black heart to the end, and he saw that Ashumia's stuffy cheeks were hot, so he handed her the book of guidance and proposed to let her leave early.

The Book of Guidance records the route of the entire Garloti, and Ashumia is now being guided by the book to her dormitory.

"And then to the left?" Archhumia looked at the book of guidance in a half-understood way, and suddenly there was a slight impact on her forehead.

Because she was thinking about the route, Alshumia walked very slowly, and the thing she bumped into was soft, like a gentle collision on a pillow, and there was no pain at all.

It's so soft, it shouldn't be a wall, right?

"I'm sorry...", the brown cloth came into view, and Archhumia quickly closed the guide book, quickly took a step back, and apologized earnestly.

Arshumia looked up at the man she had bumped into, who was only a few centimeters taller than her, wearing a fat cloak, his face hidden by his hood, and his appearance was completely unvisible.

"Hmm...... It's all right......" The man's words trembled slightly, and it was easy to tell from the timbre that he was a man. After a polite nod, he spun around the standing girl and walked away quickly.

Arshumia looked at the thin gauze skirt on his body, and then turned his head to look at his departing back, the weather is so hot now, he actually wears a big cloak, isn't it hot?

"What a weird guy!" Archhumia muttered quietly and turned her head, just as she was about to continue studying the Book of Guidance when a slender figure flashed in front of her.

By the time Archhumia could react, the man was already far away.

This figure...... It's the one staring at her and Obsidian!

"You...... Wait a minute! Ashhumia hurriedly trotted to keep up with the figure, and the empty hallway echoed with Ashemia's voice, "I have a question for you, please wait!" ”

The man paused in his footsteps, turned his head to look at the running Archumia, the butterfly mask on his face looked very charming, and as Archhumia approached, he withdrew his gaze and walked forward again.

Arshumia looked at the teenager who was getting farther and farther away, and spoke again very unceremoniously, "Hey! Can you wait! Are leg lengths amazing? "Really, she's running, she's walking, why is he faster? Leg length isn't so advantageous, right?

Seeing that the boy did not respond, Ashhumia gritted her teeth and quickened her pace again, she ran after the boy for a long time, and the figure of the boy in front disappeared into the darkness again, and she realized that she had come to a place she did not know.

She stomped her feet a little annoyed, but she could smell the faint scent of flowers in the air.

The fragrance of the flowers miraculously soothed the anger in her heart, she took a deep breath, adjusted her emotions slightly, hugged the book of guidance in her hand, and tentatively moved forward in the direction from which the fragrance of flowers came.

This is probably a garden nearby, right? Anyway, there is a guide book, so why don't you go find it!

With the pace of Ashumia, the floral fragrance gradually intensified. Around a corner, a field of dark purple flowers appeared in front of Archumia.

The silver-white moonlight sprinkled on the flowers, shining a hazy and dreamy light, the flowers swayed gently with the breeze, and the little fluorescent light floated from the stamens, fluttering up under the breeze, gradually fading, and disappearing into the air.

In the flower field, there is a tree with purple leaves, all the flowers are open in the direction of the tree, the leaves are luxuriant, layered, and the fluorescence also flies out between the overlapping leaves, circling and fluttering around the tree.

Under the misty moonlight, a little bit of fluorescent fluorescent light fluttered and floated, like a mist, adding a bit of dreamlike beauty to this flower field.

The blonde boy was now reclining against the trunk of a tree, the fluorescence illuminating all around him, and he looked at Archiumia, the burgundy pupils more brilliant than the flying fluorescence.