"I think we'd better observe the exact timing here." Elsa got up and found herself on a street. "June 21, 3062" Yin pointed to the big screen in the mall, clicked on his mobile phone, and said, "Satellite-controlled time, no mistakes-"

"Alright—" Elsa muttered as she tossed the Crimson Tears at him, "your efforts deserve to be rewarded, go and fulfill your innocent dreams!" ”

Yin took the Crimson Tears with his backhand, glanced at Elsa, and said, "Something is looking for me." There was a burst of red light, and he was gone.

Elsa was familiar with the way to find the orphanage, and the director used to sit in the doorway, reading a newspaper. The small silver flowers on the monocle looked a little dazzling in the dim candlelight.

Elsa cautiously pushed the door open, and now it was time to call her Kinoshita again. With a melodious "squeak-" sound, Dean Kinoshita raised her head, her face was calm, and she said without any expression, "You're finally back-" "I'm sorry, Dean, for causing you trouble." She bowed to the dean of Kinoshita and walked to her room, noticing Venus—the Crimson Tears were gone. She was still expressionless, and the dean glanced at her from behind, and left—

Entering the room, she found that her bed was still empty, and secretly Rong Ximo opened his eyes slightly, his eyes were really bright under the moonlight, but unconsciously, they were getting brighter and brighter, and they turned out to be tears. He whispered, "Ei-you're finally back." "Eire?" Kinoshita turned her head, and she clearly remembered that her pseudonym was Fusa E. Campbell. But now, in the moonlight, the clear soul in front of her was calling to herself so kindly: Murray, but—how unbearable she was, how she didn't want to deceive him, how she wanted to tell him the truth!

"Xi Mo, good night!" She rolled over to the bed, the moonlight shining on her clean face, her cherry blossom-like lips rising at the boy, and she fell asleep, only the Rapunzel's blonde hair still glowed faintly golden.

For a moment, only the sound of even breathing remained in the room.

Dawn came when the sun shone down on the earth and the moon retracted her silver nets.

A pair of hazy eyes opened, and at the same time looked at the sun at the door.

VI sat in front of the dresser, sleepless all night, and in front of her was her haggard self in the mirror.

"Miss Pelo, our noble Highness the Queen, you can take a rest!" Elizabeth VI looked at the door, waved helplessly, and the attendants retreated.

Pelo. Binglier. Elizabeth VI opened the lilac curtains, and a red sun rose in the east, she picked up a comb, combed her hair, washed her face, and walked out of the room. Silver-white hair, fluttering behind her waist, made her way into the doctor's room.