[HP Doujin] 1943

When Sylvia Black regained consciousness, she was sitting on a white bench.She slowly opened her eyes, feeling an indescribable comfort all over her body.She was wearing an immaculate white gown and was sleeping with her head on someone's shoulder.

She sat up, looked around in bewilderment, and found herself on a spotless train platform.There are many people coming and going around, all of them are wearing snow-white robes, with peaceful expressions on their faces.Some people are standing on the platform in a daze, some are walking around in a daze, and some are queuing up to enter the white arches leading to different platforms.

She turned her head and saw a pair of gentle and bright eyes smiling at her.The young man in front of him was really handsome. He had long dark chestnut hair and a clean and cheerful smile like the warm autumn sun.

"Hi." His voice was crisp and gentle, reminding her of freshly picked wild apples in the valley.

Sylvia felt a little embarrassed.

"Sorry," she said, "I'm a little confused."

"It's okay. I'm Jonah and I'm a guiding angel," said the young man, holding a pencil and a knife.He was hard at work sharpening the pencil as he spoke.

Sylvia watched him and noticed a faint, misty halo over his head.

"Everyone is like this. It takes a few days to remember everything." Jonah said with relief, continuing to sharpen the pencil clumsily.

Sylvia felt even more confused.

"How many days have passed?" she asked.

Jonah tucked the pencil behind his ear and took her hand tenderly, a quiet sadness in his eyes.

"You just ended your last life." He said softly, "In your last life, your name was Sylvia Black. You were trapped and hurt by love all your life. You gave everything for one person, but in the end Didn't get what you wanted in return."

Sylvia felt dizzy.Although she couldn't remember anything, she felt a dull pain in her heart.

"Haven't remembered yet?" said Jonah sullenly, taking his pencil from behind his ear and scratching his forehead.

"Can you be more straightforward? I don't understand."

Jonah said angrily: "Okay, let me summarize. You were a two hundred and five in your last life. You were born in a wealthy family with no worries about food and clothing, and you fell in love with a male classmate with excellent character and academics in school. But both character and academics The excellent male classmate just looks down on you, because he likes his childhood sweetheart. Later, the childhood sweetheart of the excellent male classmate married Gao Fushuai, and the excellent male classmate was heartbroken all over the place. Stay with him, stay with him for the rest of your life."

"Oh," said Sylvia, "what a fool I am."

"Well, two hundred and five." Little Angel Jonah nodded in agreement.

A gust of cool wind passed through the platform, and Jonah raised his head, with a smile on his perfect sculpture-like profile, and his golden curly hair fluttering gently in the wind.

"Then what should I do now?" Sylvia asked him.

"When you remember all this, I can take you on the train to the afterlife," Jonah said, picking up a pencil and writing something in his notebook.

"Why are there so many people on the platform not getting on the train?"

"Because those two hundred and five are waiting for their little friends from the previous life to go together." Jonah said, rubbing his forehead with a headache, "After you think about those things in the past, don't decide to wait for your little friends too Let's go. Who knows how long it will take. And it will affect my work progress."

Jonah grumbled and walked away muttering.

Sylvia stood up, feeling refreshed.She walked up and down the platform, finding everything new and interesting to see.When she reached platform ten, she stopped because she saw a man she looked familiar leaning against the railing in a daze.

Everyone on the platform retains the appearance they had when they died.This man looks to be in his fifties, with gray hair and deep, steady gray-blue eyes. It can be seen that he must have been handsome when he was young.His white robe fluttered gently in the wind, with a deep melancholy on his face.

"Hi," Sylvia walked up to him and greeted.

"Ms. Black?" He looked at her in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Sylvia shrugged: "I'm dead. Oh, yes, I think you look familiar to me, but I can't remember who you are."

"Frances Stuart," he held out his hand to shake hers, "I've been here some time."

"I remember who you are," said Sylvia, rubbing her forehead, "you are Elizabeth's husband. But I can't remember who Elizabeth is."

"Well, yes, Elizabeth is here too, do you want to see her?"

"Since you two are here, why don't you get in the car and leave?" Sylvia asked.

A look of sadness appeared on Francis' face.

"Oh," he said calmly, shaking his head, "she's not waiting for me. She hasn't remembered who I am until now."

"Who is she waiting for?"

"Tom Riddle," said Francis, "his name is Tom Riddle."

As if it was a magical name, the pain in Sylvia's chest suddenly intensified.She reached out to support the snow-white wall and closed her eyes. In the white light of the kingdom of the dead, she remembered all the pain and knots in her previous life.