[Zongyingmi] What can I do, I am also desperate

When Sandra woke up the next day, she still thought she must have had a dream.

But the broad wings that hung limply from behind her, along the edge of the bed to the ground, ruthlessly twitched her in slow motion on the left and right sides of her face and right hand.

What does this make her do?She doesn't want to be a human?

Sandra pulled her hair in pain, then hammered her pillow angrily, and then threw herself on the bed as if she lost her strength, and collapsed on the bed like a salted fish, motionless.

Then the wings behind her seemed to be able to sense her needs. After Sandra had the thought of "it would be great if this thing could disappear", it disappeared behind her like a bubble in an instant.

Sandra, who felt her body sinking heavily into the bed, looked back in surprise, and found that the pair of conspicuous and huge wings had disappeared as if she had hallucinated them. Touched behind -

The torn clothes, the hole torn on the shoulder blade and the wound on the wrist that was only seen when she reached out, all confirmed to Sandra that what happened last night was not her illusion.

That is, it has disappeared now, as for existence...

With a thought in her mind, Sandra couldn't help feeling a little desperate when she saw the wings stretched and lazily retracted behind her again.

Is it so difficult to realize the dream of being an ordinary person? ? ?

She slid down the bed limply as if she had no bones, and almost sank into her own soft, cloud-like bedding, feeling helpless.

Speaking of wings...

Sandra closed her eyes slightly, and she thought of the tall man with a pair of snow-white wings that appeared in front of her last night like a statue of an angel.

Ash-gold curly hair, lake-green eyes, and those white wings that shone brightly even in the dark night of Gotham.

Probably because the feeling of the pair of wings enveloping her was too vivid, Sandra trembled her eyelashes, half-closed her eyes, and subconsciously shrank herself into the quilt, as if she had returned to the warm, incomparable Kind, but not in the embrace brought by the arms.

She has always thought that she is a person who is not very curious. After all, people who are too curious cannot save their lives in Gotham.But at this time, he couldn't help but feel an urge to seek out secrets.

For example, who is the person, where is this person from, is this person mutated naturally like her, or is it mutated due to other reasons...

She wanted to explore that person's secret, even though she knew it was a very dangerous thing, but she couldn't restrain the impulse in her heart.

She...wouldn't she be alone?

The sudden ringing of the mobile phone scared Sandra almost to roll off her bed, and also shattered all the fantasies she had created because she was stuck in her soft bed, like some kind of too cruel and ruthless horsewhip , slapped her hard on the back, causing her to subconsciously reach out for the cell phone she had pressed under the pillow, and there was even a bit of impatience and trepidation in her movements——

This is the ringtone she set for Daphne.

"Hey?"

Sandra was inexplicably nervous—it’s not that she was afraid of Daphne or anything, she just wanted to maintain respect for her in front of her benefactor—well, she was inexplicably afraid of Daphne, even though she She is very good, even though she also respects Daphne who pulls herself out of the quagmire and calmly helps her in the most difficult time.

"Sandra?" Daphne's voice came from the other end of the phone. When she called her name, Sandra subconsciously sat up from the bed, crossed her legs, straightened her back and sat cross-legged on the bed, Serious and solemn as if facing Daphne.

"You worked overtime last night, so you don't need to come here today."

Daphne's voice seemed to be a little drowsy. After all, surgery is not an easy task, even if it's just for a dog, let alone for a dog after a busy day. Do a delicate operation.

"The pet store is not open today, so you don't need to go to class, just take a good rest at home for a day. I've already prepared food for cats and dogs, and you don't need to worry about things in the store."

Daphne yawned, and a vague voice came from the other end of the phone. Sandra asked worriedly, "Are you okay? Is your body okay? I remember that you haven't rested so late for a long time—"

"I'm not as fragile as you think," Daphne said to Sandra with a casual smile in her voice, "Just take care of yourself, I don't need you to worry, just Just a little sleepy."

"Then you go on resting." What happened last night was quite exhausting for Sandra, not to mention that she was frightened by Warren's appearance for a long time afterwards and her nerves were tense. Now hearing On the other end of the phone, Daphne yawned again with a sleepy voice, which seemed extraordinarily lazy, and she unconsciously felt a little drowsy, "I'll go to sleep again, just call me if you need anything." .”

After hanging up the phone, Sandra yawned sleepily. The curiosity aroused by Warren's appearance also quickly disappeared after such a call. She seemed to have completely forgotten what happened before. He took up his wings and buried himself completely in the bedding, pretending that he had never seen a man with the same wings as himself that night.

"Is it okay to do that?"

Tim had already broken into Sandra's small apartment and installed bugs and pinhole cameras when they were separately looking for Sandra. Now Sandra's every move is under his surveillance. Lun didn't seem to expect that he would do this directly and neatly, but he somewhat disapproved of Tim's approach.

"Although her character has become less aggressive after meeting Daphne, she still has this kind of vigilance and distrust. It is completely unworkable for you to create a way to meet her by chance and get familiar with her."

Tim switched the screen, and after confirming that Sandra tucked into the bed and fell back to sleep soon, he turned slightly and said to Warren: "She is much more vigilant than you think, and her methods are better than that of a teenager. She was more mature during that period. We didn't have much time to spend on how to gain her trust, let alone her trust is very difficult to obtain."

Having said that, Tim quickly suppressed Sandra's doubts about why Sandra trusted them so easily, and then continued: "Plus her life experience is full of Uncertainty, it doesn’t take much, we just need to intervene a little bit, and we can quickly judge her authenticity.”

The last time it took more than a month to gain the trust of Sandra when she was a teenager. They didn't know the ratio of the time flow rate in this magic to the time flow rate in the outside world, and they didn't know how to stay in the magic for a long time. What kind of impact will this magic have on themselves and Sandra herself.The best way is to solve this series of troubles as soon as possible.

Although Tim's thoughts and statements are indeed very reasonable, but Warren thought of Sandra's struggling and painful posture when he met her yesterday, but he really felt that he couldn't just let her face it alone. everything.

He knew that he paid too much attention to this girl, and he also knew that he was not so much caring about her as he was looking for a little bit of his past self from Sandra.With them who have similar mutations, even just looking at Sandra's occasional eccentricity, he couldn't help wondering if she was as painful and afraid of her changes as her past self, and then panicked. Hurting himself in anxiety, facing everything around him with a violent attitude.

He knew that his idea was actually a bit pathological, and it was impossible for Sandra to have the same idea as him.But he just couldn't control himself to think about whether she would be like him in the past, and he couldn't control his urge to focus on her.

He just wants to try his best to do more, as for what to do...

He didn't quite know either.

Warren suddenly squeezed his brows, his slightly frowning brow filled his handsome face with a bit of melancholy, but when he put down his hand, his handsome face was like an angel's. The calm expression with a slight smile was restored on his face again.

"If you can guarantee not to be discovered by her, I have no problem with your approach."

The lake-green eyes looked a little transparent emerald green under the light, embedded in his eye sockets like a crystal-clear but lifeless gemstone, when his eyes floated there was only a fragmented light that was too clear and too indifferent crumble in it.

Tim nodded slightly and didn't answer. He was just thinking about whether to go to the pet store and Sandra's university to install enough pinhole cameras so that he could observe her movements. He turned a blind eye to Warren's change of attitude, as if Nothing unusual was found.

Sandra felt as if she had fallen into a nightmare.

For a while, my wings were broken, for a while, my head was lost, for a while, I became a disabled blind man, and for a while, a hole was opened in my stomach.

It was horrible.

When Sandra broke free from this chaotic dream, her eyes were still a little straight, staring straight at her ceiling for a while, and she really couldn't tell whether she was dreaming in a dream or really woke up. up.

She looked at the pair of big wings that were still quite conspicuous even if she shrank behind her with some distress, and then looked at the slender feathers on her body that had emerged one after another due to the violent emotional fluctuations of her nightmare, and couldn't bear to look away for a while. Too much to wish I was having a dream within a dream.

Worry quickly flashed from her eyes, and she pressed it back to the bottom of her heart.Sandra subconsciously grabbed her wrist and lowered her eyes to restrain the changes on her body. She let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at her wrist and knuckles retracting bit by bit with a somewhat unpredictable expression. Soft down feathers the color of the sky.

If only it was just a dream...

Life should always go on, and she can never give up her hard work to live a normal life because of this hidden mutation in her body-although these things in her body will appear with her mood fluctuations, but Isn't it just controlling her emotions? She still has this basic skill. Although she may not be as proficient as before, it should be enough to cope with such changes.

Sandra sat on the bed in a daze while thinking this way, and the wings behind her trembled unconsciously twice, as if she had fallen into deep thought with her.

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