After straying into the infinite game

She is sinking constantly, letting the past years hold her up.

Here and there... She lived in another world for a full ten years, but she didn't have any exact memories.Her memories of that world are all blurred pictures, and the whole world is like a layer of fog.

This feeling similar to the falling that was triggered at the beginning of the game made her feel nothing but lightness.

It seems that she is looking at the flowers in the fog, she is just a passer-by who stays in this world for a short time, a guest who temporarily stays under the fence...a deported prisoner.

It seems to be the door of the orphanage?There are also green shades that are broken all over the ground, and the memories that were gradually buried are slowly recalled with the gradual clarity of the picture.She raised her head, as if someone wanted to hold her hand... By the way, she was a child sent to an orphanage.

How old was she?She didn't know, she seemed to be a lost child with amnesia, and no one had ever adopted her, so she seemed out of place and indifferent... She knew that this was just her in the eyes of others.

She at least learned to suppress herself, learned how to smile, and how to pretend to be different.

Her memory is constantly rewinding, from the sudden [death and fall] in college to the game, it is like turning back at double speed.

It's just that the only thing that makes her dissatisfied is that her height has gone back.

"—"

It's her name, it's [her] name, a name negotiated by the "mothers" of the orphanage, a code name that is not recognized by the law... This is the first time someone called her.

She turned her head, and there was a blurry face in front of her. She couldn't see clearly, and she couldn't remember anything related to this person. She was just an ordinary classmate... She was wearing a school uniform, but the girl handed over a gun put roses.

A budding rose.

She stretched out her hand in a daze.

"—classmate!" The girl's face was flushed red, and the crimson color spread from the back of her ears to her neck. She stammered and confessed her naive but reckless intentions, lest she miss such a graduation season.Although she couldn't see the girl's blurry face clearly, she still looked at it seriously. These memories that were artificially erased are slowly recovering bit by bit. As she traces the source of the past, she will gradually remember the memories that were forgotten and erased. to the past.

"——! I like you!" The girl blushed and hesitated for a long time before expressing her ignorant thoughts. At the same time, she looked away because of shyness, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the indifferent girl in front of her.

She seemed to remember a little bit... It was in the so-called high school, the classmate at the same table for three years, No.2 who had been chasing her, and a distant graduation season... She didn't think about anything about sympathy Taboos and prejudices, she couldn't imagine how much courage it took for a girl to confess, not to mention that she was the hope of the whole family who had been admitted to Chongben University... She didn't understand why the other party was shy, and even the other party stripped her heart I didn't even listen to my confession.She knew that this was an extremely disrespectful move. The monster who had concealed her differences for many years knew how to disguise herself now...but she didn't move.

She stared at the budding rose in the girl's hand motionlessly. The petals of the white rose were gathered together so that the heart inside could not be exposed... She was simply bewitched by this rose.

She wants it.

The girl felt a sudden lightness in her hand, and the flower in her hand was taken by the person she loved... Although the rose bought in the flower shop has been trimmed off the sharp thorns, it is not close to the petals. It is not trimmed.

She didn't hold the flower branch, she held this delicate rose with her palm.

At the same time, the sharp thorns at the tip of the rose also cut her palm with blood, and the wound was soaked with blood, just like being nostalgic for countless times by dewdrops, this insignificant drop of blood stayed on the petals of the white rose .

A voice faintly told her.

She has given you the key.

And you're going to find her...you're going to find the one you love, the one you hold dear.

"Your hand is injured!" The girl suddenly noticed the wound on her hand, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Do you love me?"

"Eh?" The girl didn't respond to this sudden question, she raised her head, looked at the girl who made her fall in love, but hesitated and couldn't give an answer.

Why did she only bring it up... The people in her memory would not give answers that hadn't been said before, even the simplest concerns were all reviewed from the usual conversations... She didn't stop.

"Thank you."

The girl who has no facial features and is just covered in a layer of mist seems a little at a loss. She wants to keep her, but she can only watch the rose that is held in the palm of her hand go away.

She's going to find her...and tell her that she loves her.

The situation around her is constantly changing, and her age is also gradually reversing, or the age of this body is constantly reversing... She has traveled to many places, most of which are insignificant fragments of memory, and many, many of her memories People in another world.

These people are completely different from this cold and cruel world. They are warm and enthusiastic, taking good care of such a weird passer-by, and treating her as the life of this world, trying to change this cold-hearted child and keep her... But It's all irrelevant memory.

Even if that world could not be better, it is not her world.She is an exiled prisoner. From the day she left her beloved, her life force is constantly passing away. She merged into another world, and at the same time, she forgot the meaning of her existence, and turned upside down day and night. Thinking about it, he found a fork in the chaos as an exit.

death.

Only death can satisfy her for the completeness of life, only death can allow her to return to her hometown, and only the completeness of life can prove the meaning of her existence—not for that one person.

She stepped down from the bumpy police car, and here is the starting point of her memory. At the same time, her body shrank back to the state of a child. Of course, it is only this artificially created body that is most suitable for her... Here is In her first memory, a naive and ignorant girl appeared inexplicably on the street with people coming and going. She was wearing a plain skirt and looked around blankly. She lost all memories, even the most basic common sense and language. I can't even understand and understand, but reveals a strange inhuman trait...

She knew what the end of this girl was. She was judged by the police as a trafficked child. After many unsuccessful attempts to find a guardian, this girl who appeared out of thin air was sent to a local orphanage.

If we go any further...it has nothing to do with the past of that world.She wasn't afraid to face the past that she didn't set foot in and remember, but she still stopped.

She can't face it.

But the person she loves is still on the other side of the world.

The delicate and beautiful white rose in the hand still hasn't opened its flower heart, it is harsh and refuses to bloom.The original slender flower branches have been replaced by winding vines, twisted and rooted their roots in her palm, absorbing the blood and tenderness they need.Her hands were covered with blood, but she voluntarily put on the shackles made of thorns, as if her hands were dripping with blood.

Only the whitest rose is on the palm of the hand, without any stain.

She is not afraid of the pain caused by this rose, on the contrary, she accepts it with joy... She doesn't understand, if even the thorns on the branches that are used to protect the flowers can't bear it - then why should she hug such a rose Where are the flowers?

You can't blame a rose for being born with thorns, just like you can't blame an innocent person, because there is no reason, and you can't blame... What you get must pay an equivalent price, as if it must be It's like a thorn stabbed by a flower, otherwise how would you hug her?

She took a step forward, walked out of the bustling street with people coming and going, and saw a sprawling grass in front of her.This stretch of boundless grass exudes amazing vigor and vitality in spring. The green grass stretches out, blown by the wind, and turns into a green sea.

There was a person, a figure from the back.

She didn't know how long she had been in that place, and she left an eternal back in her unforgettable memory.For some reason, she felt inexplicably in a trance, she was very clear, and suddenly had an unreasonable premonition... This place should not be a large green field, here, here only the brown left after being burned Imprinted, these congealed clods have a distinctive burnt brown color and can never be brought to life again.

That place should not be a back that cannot be looked back, but a decayed tombstone.

That was her tombstone. There was no name or epitaph. The abrupt stone tablet represented and recorded a person who had passed away, and it was blank.

What kind of no.

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be.She's back.

She took a step forward, but she couldn't restrain herself anymore, as if if she softened her heart just a little bit, the defense line would collapse completely.She ran towards that figure, she wanted her to see, she wanted her to see the rose in her hand that had not yet bloomed, which represented a silent, unspeakable love, she wanted her to see look--

How much she loves her.

In the process of running, she took off all pretense and decoration, and she became a free and happy soul, and she was going to chase her love.

There was a voice in her heart telling her all the time.

you love her.

You are her love.

As if feeling something from that back, it rushed towards her.At the moment by her side, looking back, it was as if she would stop for her every time—this time was no exception.

She vaguely felt her uneasy future, which she never came.But at the same time, excitement and joy filled her chest, even if she didn't have a heart that could take off, she felt her heart was pounding like a deer.

"You are here, and this time is no exception."

Sound good to hear.

Although the face in the memory is blurred, it can still touch her heart.Her eyes are beautiful... Even just being looked at makes me feel happy and happy, and I feel that I am actually loved... She held her hand in front of her.

It's not just the rose in her hand that hasn't revealed its pistil, she holds her heart in front of the person she loves, and she wants to tell her.

She wants to tell the world.

"There is still no sunrise... It's a pity." Her eyes fell on her hands, she didn't look at the bloody wounds on her hands, but her eyes stayed on the roses, "What is this—— Sorry, I forgot you can't speak yet."

It's a flower someone gave me.

It is a flower given to me by others, and she wants me to give it to the person I love—she wants to speak, and wants to peel off the hot love in her chest, that kind of love is the support of her life, but guides watching her future.

She exists to love her.

She opened her mouth like a toddler babbling for the first time, and her pronunciation was oddly imitative and heavily accented, but it was still clear what she was saying—it wasn't what she wanted to say.

All the things that happened in the memory, even if she is the witness of all these, she can't fabricate any past memories, and she can't change the past——she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

she says.

"I like... like you."

This rose covered with her blood, at the moment when this ignorant woman confides her heart, at the moment when she confronts herself, has sucked enough blood, dyed the snow-white petals red——

The roses are blooming.

This loving flower also seems to be telling one thing.

I love you.

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The author has something to say:

The first confession from Hao Yun's perspective?Then it was thrown out/wrong

This is a personal memory, she is simply recalling what happened before she left this world and went to that world.

Because the more you go deep into the memory, the younger you are, so you are unconsciously sent down Zhi/bushi

When the first dungeon met Nan Huaping, Hao Yun felt that Nan Huaping's eyes were beautiful.

[Added on a whim, it turned out to be the last chapter QWQ in the manuscript box]