The girl felt a huge difference in air pressure. A burst of top-heavy. It was as if a huge atom appeared in front of me, and then it was fleeting.

Gently, a girl in a white gauze skirt landed on the hillside in the distance, and he lay quietly at the window, watching this mysterious and beautiful scene. The girl's long curls fell down, and in the bright moonlight, it shone softly and indescribably. He was stunned. The girl walked down the hill until the blonde hair disappeared into the window.

There was some fluctuation in his heart, but he still went back to bed, otherwise his grandmother would come and scold.

This is a very good-looking little boy, with black hair, a skin color close to that of white and yellow, and a pair of deep, dark eyes, which looks very attractive. "Xi Mo, today is a special day, you should move away from the bed by your window." Grandma walked in, an old lady, a former Englishman. "Why?" Xi Mo raised his head, he suspected that it was related to the girl just now. "Secret," Grandma smiled and left.

He obediently packed up his things and moved to another empty bed.

This is an orphanage, opened by the old English lady, the structure of the house is simple, the cost is low, but the artwork is surprisingly many, Van Gogh's three "Sunflowers", hanging high on the wall, and the Venus at the door also has a red gem hanging on his body. The boy didn't care, he looked up again and looked out the window. Finally, look at the other children. Or lay down quietly. He thought, perhaps, what Grandma said, had something to do with the girl.

The girl walked down the hill, came to a clear stream, washed her face, got up and walked to the city in the distance. Looking up at the text, it was confirmed - this is France, and the table of the building reads: May 4, 3062. Fifty years later. At the age of eight, she looked a little helpless, but it was Elizabeth after all, and by her instinct, she found an orphanage that had been there fifty years earlier.

Gently pushing open the door that had not been locked for many years, "Who?" The figure in the room with his head bowed slowly lifted up, helped the embroidered monocle, and an old lady walked out. "Kid—" She leaned down and leaned over to Elsa, "Come in—"

The two walked into the room, and the faint light shone on the face of the old lady, who had a good temperament, with a pair of blue eyes and a wisp of silver-white hair combed neatly. "Tell me your story." A deep voice sounded, and the old lady's beautiful eyes stared straight at her, but there was no innocence or laughter in those eyes, and they looked very cloudy and slightly unfocused, like clear lime water with carbon dioxide.

"I'm from England, and my parents were assassinated on the way—" she said, stunned, "my name is Fusae. Campbell. Under the wood. "Oh, is it?——" said the old lady, raising her long nose, laughing, "come with me!"

Footsteps sounded outside the door again, and Rong Ximo listened secretly-