Another World: My life is on the rise!

Snap——

A big fight.

Easily avoided.

Lin En adjusted his monocle, woke up, and nodded:

"Well, it hurts twice as much. It seems that I am back. When I bit my finger in the dream, it hurts only once. Zuo Zuo, you are indeed my totem. What time is it now?"

Zuo Zuo grabbed his collar angrily and said:

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"When?! Of course it will be several days later!! And, when you confirm whether you have woken up, can you not bite me suddenly, you idiot!"

Ah~yes!

It's a familiar feeling!

It has been a long time since I heard the useless Zuo Zuo yelling. Although I put all my heart on the little Lolita of the past in the dream, I miss my useless left hand intermittently, (～￣▽￣)～ This kind of miss even carries a strange evil thought that I haven't had sex with Zuo Zuo for a long time. It is really an abnormal happiness.

He shook his head vigorously, and his signature smile appeared on his face again.

Then he took out the mirror and looked at himself.

He looked at his handsome self who had not aged.

"..."

"Zuo Zuo, where is my white hair?"

"I was too bored these days, so I plucked it one by one."

"..."

Lin En's smile suddenly became bright.

Because it is indeed worthy of being his Zuo Zuo, even the marks left by plucking are so unique, round and shiny. If you don't know, you would think that you are already middle-aged, and you are bald to show your beautiful vision as a successful person.

"Stick it on!!!"

"Got it! Got it! (；≧д≦) Don't yell so loudly!"

"..."

...

Climbing up from the bed, Lin En took a deep breath again, rubbing the band-aid on his forehead, and once again thought of the life in the Lost Sea.

He also thought of the little girl who finally crawled out of the dream.

"Did it succeed?"

He raised his head.

It was just like what he had experienced in his previous life. He gradually cultivated such a girl who was devastated by the sutra into a normal appearance, and gradually became inseparable from him for the rest of her life. Although it was a dream, she had truly experienced that entire life.

And from the prompts of the system.

His doll lady had obviously finally gotten rid of the death of self-cognition and came back to life.

But he was still a little dazed.

There was even a moment when he was a little afraid to see her, because in a sense, he did give her a new past of decades, so what would the current Miss Doll look like? She seemed to remember the pain and beauty, the torture and happiness in the past.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally asked:

"Miss Doll, how is she...?"

Zuo Zuo glanced at her, and seemed to have a little jealousy, and said:

"She woke up the next day, and came to see you, and stayed for a whole night without saying a word, by the way."

Zuo Zuo pointed to the table as if he suddenly thought of something.

"She also left something for you."

Lin En was stunned.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the table and saw the quaint box, which was engraved with fine patterns, delicate and with a trace of time.

He got out of bed and walked over, looking at the box.

After a pause.

He opened it.

When he saw the things in the box, he was stunned there.

Because it was a doll full of patches, wearing a purple dress, and many of the burnt and torn places had been carefully sewn up with needles and threads, as if the past cracks were finally completely healed by the needles and threads. In a trance, it seemed that the rag doll came alive, dancing on the stage, dancing the first beautiful waltz for him in his memory.

His eyes reflected the exquisite rag doll in his hand.

His face finally showed a little arc.

It was like the seeds planted finally sprouted, and had grown into towering trees, blooming those gorgeous flowers.

It seemed to tell him.

It was all worth it.

"If you want me to keep it, then I will serve you reluctantly."

His mood seemed to improve in an instant.

His face also had that overflowing expression.

"Let's go! Let's go and see!"

He got up quickly, put on his clothes quickly, put on the tall hat, and then opened the door and walked out quickly.

The thread on his little finger also became so clear, it emitted a faint light, guiding him in the direction of progress.

Passing through the deep corridor.

The puppets and puppets passing by in the corridor all bowed and made way for him.

The guidance of the thread became clearer and closer.

At that moment.

When he passed the corner of the deep corridor.

The direction at the end of the corridor was like the rising sun in the morning, illuminating the road under your feet.

He quickened his pace.

When he stepped out of the dark corridor of the castle, the brilliant sunlight fell on his whole body. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to block his eyes until his eyes gradually adapted to the bright light outside. In the gap between his fingers, he saw the familiar figure.

In the garden of the castle, the flowers were brilliant. The girl was sitting in front of the bench in the flowerbed, wearing a delicate little hat on her head and a grand Gothic dress. She was as gorgeous as the dancing girl on the stage.

It was as if the touch of her little finger also sensed him.

In the grand sunlight of the castle, she turned her head, and the smile on the face of the young man standing in front of the corridor was reflected in her side eyes. She looked at him with his hands on his waist and could only stand there, as if he had never aged.

She closed her eyes gently.

"Hehe."

Lin En pinched the brim of his hat, with a bright smile on his face, he tidied his clothes, and strode into the garden of the castle.

Walking towards the figure that had been waiting for him.

Time seemed to have engraved that long scroll.

It was frozen in the scene at that moment.

Just like there had been such a moment in that long-ago dream, he came from the darkness and greeted you towards the light.

…

…

"Awake?"

On the quiet bench in the flower garden sat the quiet doll lady.

Lin En also sat shamelessly on the other side of the bench, resting his head on his arms, with a slightly unserious arc at the corner of his mouth, looking at the doll lady who seemed to still have the same calm expression as before, as if his appearance could not arouse any emotions as before.

There was no imagined passion, nor the warmth in the dream.

But Lin En knew.

This was his doll lady.

It was the black crescent moon that had experienced two completely different pasts, fell into hell, and accompanied him all the way to the present.