This world is real!

It's only you who is wrong! Only you! Only you! Only you!

"Wrong...... I'm the only one who is wrong? ”

Xiao Meiyan fell backwards, staggering, and seemed to fall at any moment. The silver giant sword that was originally on Xiao Meiyan's neck had been moved away by Qi Xiaoxiao, completely letting go of the restrictions on Xiao Meiyan.

Standing in the alley where no sunlight shines, Xiao Meiyan raised her head, looked at Miki Sayaka's blue eyes, and shook her head slightly. looked at Qi Xiaoxiao's silver eyes, and the corners of his mouth gently pulled a smile.

"Am I wrong? It's me? Do you say this world is real? ”

Xiao Meiyan's right hand gently clinged to the disc that manipulated time, caressing the craggy surface, as if touching her own already bruised mind.

So who will see Madoka's dedication? Who will fulfill Madoka's expectations?

"Kohomi...... Come back...... Nothing you think about...... Not really! ”

Sayaka Miki smiled hard and stretched out her white-gloved hand, like a pure lily, beckoning to Akami, expecting her to join.

"You say...... This world is the real world...... I absolutely don't believe it. ”

Click......

The disc that manipulates time turns gently.

"You say...... It's just me who is wrong...... I absolutely don't believe it! ”

Click!

Time stopped instantly.

At that moment, Miki Sayaka drew her sword forward, as if trying to stop Xiao Miyan's movements. Qi Xiaoxiao was still standing in place, with a deep and inexplicable smile on his face.

At this moment, everything stopped, except for the girl who lost her soul.

Qi Xiaoxiao walked in despair, walking in the time when the entire world world had stopped. Sunshine also stopped at this moment, and when Xiao Meiyan walked out of the alley where no sunlight came, she raised her head and stared at the sunlight in the sky.

The sunlight is no longer dazzling.

I saw Xiao Meiyan trembling and stretching out her hand. Longing, expecting, almost pleading, stretching towards the sky, hooking, touching the sunlight that has stopped.

"The sun is getting cold...... I don't feel the warmth at all. Xiao Meiyan squinted, but tears had already flowed out before her words, sliding down her cheeks and falling towards the hard, cold ground.

Syllable!

Crystal clear tears hit the ground, just broken, but stopped because of time. Anyone, as long as you keep your head down. Sinking his shoulders and descending to the same height as his tears, he could see Xiao Meiyan's face reflected in these cold, lonely and pitiful tears.

Loneliness, sadness, longing, and despair.

"Madoka...... Madoka ...... Madoka ...... They have forgotten, even I have forgotten...... I forgot what you ever did...... I've forgotten what you've done...... We...... All of us ......"

The hand, which had turned pale from clenching tightly, had begun to turn purple.

Face. The fair and delicate face began to slowly deform.

There is nothing more terrifying than self-blame in her heart, Xiao Meiyan only felt that her inner steps were getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that she bent down. He sank his shoulders, slowed his pace, and fell to his knees at the last moment.

Her stockinged knees slammed against the cold, hard ground, and the rough concrete pavement rubbed a big hole in her black stockings. The snow-white and delicate skin inside is revealed. This pavement is merciless and inhumane. It's still grinding hard, grinding the skin a little bit red. It was grinding purple, and after the most grinding out of the bright red, mournful blood.

Blood flowed down the torn black stockings, all the way down, sinking towards the bottom of the soul along with Xiao Meiyan's heart.

Xiao Meiyan subconsciously raised her head, and her long black hair flowed down the back of her head and poured down her waist. She struggled to tilt her head back so that not a trace of black hair could stand in front of her forehead.

But......

The hand stretched out vigorously towards the sky, touching, but the fingertips were still empty.

"I can't touch it! I can't touch the sun! I...... I can't see it! Can't see ......"

Tears are in my eyes, and there are always waves in my black eyes, refracting the sky, refracting the green fallen leaves stagnant in the air, refracting the birds stagnant in the air, refracting the white clouds stagnant in the air, but ...... In any case, in any case, that touch is just a touch, the most stingy touch......

"I can't see the sun!"

Syllable!

The magical girl named Xiao Meiyan fell to her knees, her hands pressed heavily against the ground, as if this would allow her body to prop up to the sky, to the longed-for but unreachable sunlight.

Tears slid down her cheeks, and crystal clear tears slammed on the ground, but they didn't break, and she was frozen by the cold time.

"Heh......"

I'm about to cry, and my senior sister's home is already gone. The whole city has been left behind by this magical girl, and even tears have begun to protest silently.

They didn't want to break, they just kept their shape at the critical point of hitting the ground, and laughed coldly at the helpless girl.

Xiao Meiyan sat on the ground, her head tilted, but there was no touch of the sun. She closed her eyes, but she couldn't hear anything, she opened her mouth, but no one could hear her say a word.

This feeling, this feeling is so familiar. The entire world has been frozen. They walk in their own world, and they are just incompatible intruders.

They can't hear themselves, they can't hear them.

"Such a worldly realm...... Is it really real? Is it real? Is it just me who is at fault? Am I wrong? Should I give up? Xiao Meiyan staggered to her feet, struggling to close her eyes, forcing herself to remember everything about Kamedo, everything that should have been remembered but forgotten.

Forgetting is the greatest betrayal.

Xiao Meiyan believes in the bond between herself and Shikameen; Xiao Meiyan believes that she knows all the things that should not be forgotten; Xiao Meiyan believes that she should be the only one who remembers the truth.

Yes, the only one who can prove how the real Madoka is alive......

"I betrayed Madoka, I forgot her sacrifice, I can't remember, I can't remember anything. This world is ...... Is that my punishment? ”

Tears continued to flow out of her black eyes, merging into two small streams on Xiao Meiyan's snow-white cheeks, and then constantly sliding down her smooth white cheeks, and falling to the ground without breaking.

This is silent ridicule, but also silent torture.

There is only one person in heaven and on earth.

Xiao Meiyan.

Her long black hair hung quietly behind Xiao Meiyan, her head drooping, and she had no strength. The magical girl dress worn on the lower body was lying on her stomach weakly, and she lost her look.

The road was so long that when Akamiyan stopped, she found herself on the edge of the river that ran through the city of Takiwara.

Behind Xiao Meiyan, there is a string of dots of light, constantly refracting the light of the sun. It was the tears that slipped down her face all the way, those tears of regret, remorse, and self-blame. It was the blood of the inmate named Xiao Meiyan, the blood of pain.

Xiao Meiyan's body began to shake, she hugged herself tightly, skin to skin, but she couldn't bring herself the slightest warmth. She had come so far, but she didn't know where she was going.

Until I came to this river, it was a quiet and elegant river, and the still surface of the lake still reflected, reflecting the ...... that Xiao Meiyan had been looking for

Sunlight!

"Ahh

The mouth opened involuntarily, but no one could hear it in the time that Xiao Meiyan was still.

"It's ...... you"

Even if no one could hear her, Xiao Meiyan was still talking, talking to herself. Because she saw a quiet and elegant boat on that quiet and elegant river.

In the daylight, there was still a small lamp in front of the boat, which shone imperceptibly but still clear and warm.

At the stern of the boat was a large platform with a small coffee table and a large umbrella standing next to it.

Under the umbrella there was a man holding a cup of coffee, smiling quietly and gracefully.

Directly in front of the man, there was an empty pink chair with soft cushions.

On the chair with its soft pink cushions was a thin, delicate white piece of paper.

Only three words were written on the scrap of paper.

"Xiao Meiyan."

Da!

With her feet on the platform at the stern of the boat, Xiao Meiyan gently brushed the paper off the pink cushion chair and sat down. She lifted her tear-stained cheeks and stared at the man who appeared in front of her.

"Liu Mengchao ......"

Xiao Meiyan said softly, turning the time-blocking shackles on her left wrist.

Click!

Time has moved, sunshine has moved.

Smack!

With a soft sound, thousands of tears along the way shattered into a circle at this moment.

"I hear your tears, Xiao Meiyan." (To be continued......)

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