The little girl stared at the contents of the mirror in a daze.

There was a large fireplace by the wall of the living room, and the fire in the fireplace was blazing, and it was about to rush towards her.

The flames were so fierce that they seemed to burn her to ashes.

But the little girl remained where she was, she was so cold now, as cold as a block of ice.

Facing the familiar living room, facing the raging flames.

She threw herself on it, reaching out her little hand to grasp the fire, her eyes filled with endless longing.

For the little girl, that may be the hope she longs for.

But before she could catch the fire, her matches were already burning.

When the wind and snow blow, the match ashes go with the wind.

The air was filled with only a puff of green smoke and a pungent smell of burning.

At this time, the spacious living room, the large fireplace, and the raging fire all disappeared with the burnt matches.

She had nothing on her hands, and the cold enveloped her once more.

The little girl began to shiver again, and seemed to feel colder than before.

The face that lurked in the shadows stopped blowing on itself.

Its seemingly undaunted face began to twist and twitch a little, and it cried out viciously in its heart.

Hurry up......

Faster!

The little girl froze in place, her eyes full of confusion.

But then she came to her senses, and with all her courage, she shuddered and pulled out a thin match from her tattered clothes.

The little girl seemed to want to feel familiar again.

And the faces that lurked in the shadows became more and more distorted and hideous.

Yes, exactly.

Click on it, click on it!

It is only in the flames that you can achieve everything.

The little girl approached the wall with two trembling little hands holding a small match, and gently wiped it on it.

She heard a pleasant "snort" first, and then the match was struck.

The faint light of the fire illuminated the little girl's surroundings very brightly.

She felt warm all around her, as if she had returned to summer.

Through the flames, the little girl saw something wonderful.

The wall in front of her suddenly became transparent, and now she saw a huge kitchen.

The little girl hadn't eaten for a whole day, she was so hungry that her stomach ached.

Her eyes widened, and she saw a large dining table in the kitchen, and a white, clean tablecloth pressed against the table.

There were a lot of delicious things on the table, grapes, pears, apples, peaches, bayberry and countless other fruits, and a lot of roast duck, roast goose, and roast chicken were placed in those extra-large bowls.

She was fascinated, her eyes widened, and the roast chicken was so fat that every step it took on the tablecloth would leave a very obvious chicken paw print, which was very fragrant oil!

It was so big that it hid the knives and forks that were stuck in its back, and when it stood up, the little girl couldn't see the knives and forks on its back.

It smiled and walked towards the little girl, and there were still a few steps to go—suddenly, the match burned again.

The little girl's saliva was stuck in her throat before it could reach her stomach, and she grabbed the roast chicken with her hands, but it was a big, cold wall.

The little girl shuddered and took out a match from her tattered clothes, and sparked it on the wall with a "snort".

With this voice, the face was distorted to the extreme, and the corners of the mouth were cracked behind the base of the ear, but then it regained its calm.

With a holy nobility on his face, he seemed to be in a solemn concert hall, listening to a magnificent symphony.

In the midst of the flames, the little girl saw at a glance a tall ancient tree, its height reaching into the sky, and under the tree were countless lit candles.

She carefully walked through the candle to the bottom of the tree, looking up at the existence that held up the firmament.

There are endless streamers flying around on it, radiating a warm glow.

At the top of the tree, a bright full moon seemed to be hanging, and some bright stars were hidden in the branches.

The candles beside him suddenly flew up.

They flew into the sky, and the sky grew brighter and brighter.

The little girl was dazzled by the sight, and she looked up at the sky with her big blue and clear eyes.

Patches of holy light shone on her face, on her thin figure.

The little girl's mood suddenly calmed down, and then she felt something calling to her.

In front of her, bright steps appeared, which seemed to guide her to the high sky.

But suddenly, a small star slipped down from one side of the sky to the other side of the sky.

The little girl stopped and sighed.

She tried to help the star, but nothing seemed to help.

He said to himself inexplicably: "It's really pitiful, another life has fallen here." ”

But in the middle of speaking, the beautiful scene in front of him disappeared again.

The little girl was back in the middle of nowhere, and the snow was falling in the sky.

She quickly took out another match, and wiped it the wall, and with another "snort", the match was lit again.

The little girl noticed that this match was brighter than any match before it.

Everything she could see was illuminated.

Including the corners of the shadows, the dark sky, everything seems to be filled with a soft light.

But at the same time, objects begin to ghost, some things suddenly disappear, and others suddenly appear.

In real reality.

A white light erupted from the sleeping Alice's body.

Around her, there stood countless human bodies.

If you look closely, you can see that the boy not far from Alice is the one who mocks her.

There are also pedestrians shopping, passers-by who refuse to buy matches, coachmen driving horse-drawn carriages, shop owners......

Alice's father can also be seen among them.

Slippery tentacles hung from the top of their heads, and the source was the flower of the face that was constantly being reborn and disappearing.

In the face of this white light, the tentacles seemed to be burned, and they wanted to retract, but they were forcibly stopped by their faces.

In a dream.

A man appeared in front of the little girl, and she was completely stunned.

That gentle smile, that pampering call.

It's the mother she's been thinking about in all her dreams!

The little girl stretched out her hands to hug her mother.

But when the wind blew, the matches went out again.

The little girl was in a hurry, and she desperately took out all the matches in her tattered pocket, trying to scratch the wall.

And the faces that had retreated into the shadows quietly watched the scene.

It didn't interfere much.

Because that's self-defeating.

It was ready to summon the gods of the world at the same time, just waiting for the little girl to light the fire in her hand.

Ignite it, ignite it!

But the little girl's movements suddenly stopped, and a little doubt appeared on her face.

"Optos initiated a video chat with you."

"Answer or answer."