Wang Wang's dream color

Another long dream.

The dream is no longer the boundless darkness.

In this dream, there is a boundless romance filled with the fragrance of time.

The large cherry blossoms are in full bloom here, which is very real.

She stood there quietly, watching the falling flowers float down one after another, accumulating layers upon layers to cover up everything buried under them.

who I am.

This is the question she has been asking in the darkness.

The pure black and white Sakura and Hecate who are separated and coexist are part of her life. On the one hand, it is all her kindness, beauty and warmth, and on the other hand, it is all her dark disgust and killing.

Then, after combining the two into one, it should be herself.

but...

wrong.

She walked aimlessly among the labyrinthine flowers and trees, her mind gradually peeling away from all the complicated changes due to the duel on the field, to solve the problems that had troubled her for too long.

Bai intervened at the final stage of her fusion, forcing her to terminate her complete fusion with the figure behind the light curtain. At that moment, that figure fled in the collapsing dark world.

That blurred figure seemed to be part of her too.

Because after the fusion of black and white, she still felt that she had lost part of her memory and emotions.

Sakura is originally a white fragment of her split that has no previous memories. Hecate bears her own killing intent, and also has the memory of the out-of-control actions she made after the split.

Other memories are also being revived, but...

Why did I split, everything that happened before the split.

All the most important memories are still an extremely hazy shadow, and only the remaining blurred and broken light film fragments sometimes appear in my mind, and I feel that I can touch it with my hand, but there is a thick layer of fog that cannot be removed.

Here, she looked at the endless sea of ​​cherry trees, with a trace of confusion in her eyes.

This place made her feel very familiar.

Will the final answer be hidden here?

"Actually, you may not even know that your future and your dreams are all tightly entwined with the beat in your hand."

"Even if you risk your life, you can't give up. You will persevere, and chase with love until your soul is exhausted. This is the fate of every golfer, and there is no doubt that you are the same..."

"The fastest thing in the world is light, and you, use a calm heart, love, firmness, and faith to surpass the light..."

"Forget everything you see, feel it yourself, use every inch of your body, every inch of your mind, every inch of your soul, to feel, to taste, to touch..."

"In the pursuit of instinct, you have to be happy, to love, to cherish..."

It seemed that there was only tennis in that woman's world, and only the dream of chasing victory.

The flower shadow fell, and she watched the wounded but extremely happy woman lying down casually among the flowers, and watched the ignorant girl who had just started practicing serve speak firmly.

She stood there in a daze, seeing that the person in the picture was exuding light all over her body as she had imagined, under the brightest gaze, looking back among the flowers, the city was full of brilliance, indescribable...

The dusty memory quietly emerges when the picture dissipates.

That was normal life at first.

The crazy woman said inscrutable words to her ignorant, full of obsession with tennis.

Suddenly, a sense of dizziness hit her, and she opened her eyes again, and the scene in front of her eyes had changed.

Or endless flower trees.

There were two figures standing in front of her...

She had seen two people in a dream.

"Hahahaha...haha...hahaha..." The little slender figure laughed wildly, trembling and almost collapsed. She covered her heart, bent down, panted, and tears rolled down, moistening the layer. Falling petals.

She stood aside, watching the reenactment of the memory in front of her.

Seeing that little person kneeling on the ground, like a little beast on the verge of collapse, screaming and roaring in despair, I felt my heart being pulled, and the severe pain penetrated my lungs.

"Sakura."

An extremely hoarse but gentle voice sounded, familiar yet unfamiliar.

She watched the man who only existed in the long-forgotten memory approach, hugging the little man kneeling in the petals, with a gentle smile on his handsome face.

"Don't cry... Mom will feel bad."

"I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!"

Biting the tip of her tongue, the words resounded over and over again in the empty sea of ​​flowers.

"How could she, how could..."

The insincere insincere in the childish voice is sad to the point of despair.

Eloquently, the flowers are still falling, falling on the two people who are almost frozen.

It also fell on her who was frozen in place.

This is a dream made of memories, false but very real.

She walked forward slowly, and hugged the handsome man who was holding her daughter from behind with slightly trembling hands, and closed her dry eyes that could not shed tears, but the pain pierced her heart.

"dad."

Her voice was hoarse, hiding all the emotions that could not be clearly explained.

"I miss you."

She stood silently at the side, watching the scene continue to play out, watching her young self gently blowing away the ashes in her palms, but there was ink accumulation in her eyes, the initial dark swirls were bit by bit in the forest of burial flowers Cohesion.

The picture in front of me disappeared little by little, turning into countless falling flowers flying around.

She continued walking unconsciously, but there was another clear memory in her mind.

On the day the ashes were scattered, my mother spoke for the first time in three months after her death.

The mouth is hate, the eyes are full of despair.

The source of all future subversions began here, from this sea of ​​flowers where she was truly separated from that woman.

The sea of ​​flowers in her childhood existed in a real and dreamy way. She looked around at the extremely splendid cherry trees, her eyes were full of nostalgia.

Here is a witness to her countless fond memories.

"It really is here."

Walking casually, she suddenly stopped, and stopped when she heard the slightly smiling voice.

Following the sound and turning around the shadows of the trees, she stared blankly at the boy who bent down and gently picked off a few fallen flowers that fell on the villain's head.

"This place is so big, how did you find me?"

Sitting under the tree, the little figure looked up at the person who came, with soft doubts in his intimate tone.

"How do you always find me?"

"Because is you."

She was far away from that scene, but the voice of Doting Ni seemed to be floating in her ears, extremely familiar and strange.

"I'll always find you."

It was a strange face that had never appeared in his dreams.

The boy's eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as a fairy walking out of a painting. Looking at it from the sidelines, he looked into the eyes of the little man, deep and focused.

"Sakura Sakura..."

Before the picture stopped, she heard him speak, and unconsciously approached the two of them.

"I carved a hairpin for you, see if you like it."

It was an ink-colored hairpin, and the pure crystal was carved into the shape of a cherry blossom, and it glowed with a clear and clean color under the light.

Approaching, getting close, you can clearly see the fine light on the hairpin, and you can clearly see the beautiful and illusory face of the young man under the light.

The picture freezes, and the sound fades away.

She looked at the familiar hairpin that the delighted villain had put in her hair, her hands trembled unconsciously, and the moment she touched it gently, her heart ached...

This is an earlier memory, before everything happened.

Thinking slightly in a trance, she turned her head and stretched out her hand, wanting to touch that face that had disappeared from her memory for too long.

Before the fingertips touched it, the shadows of the flowers were flying, and everything in front of my eyes was gone.

"Yingying, don't be afraid, I'm fine."

"Sakura Sakura?"...

"Sakura Sakura..."

The doting voice still rang in my ears, but it sounded a bit dazed and weak at the moment.

The flower shadow swayed, and she opened her eyes again in the dizziness, but what appeared in front of her was no longer the familiar flower tree.

The gloomy sky, the empty court, the shattered tennis balls, and the torn newspaper fragments scattered on the ground.

Her heart suddenly felt a little hollow, after seeing that slender but recognizable figure at a glance.

Is that her?

Wearing a pale dress, the girl was trembling all over, holding the pat in one hand, covering her head uncontrollably with the other and screaming.

She watched the self who was on the verge of collapse keep spinning, the pat in her hand was waving, and countless dissipated tyrannical forces vibrated in the air, suppressed to the extreme, and dangerous to the extreme.

"Don't pay attention to these."...

"You're not normal!" "Be sober!"

"Have you taken your medicine? You need treatment!"...

"You're crazy!" "Monster! Do you want to be like that woman!"

"Quiet!" "Quiet!" "Calm down!"...

Closing her eyes slightly, countless words of fear or worry or disgust circled in her mind, she knew that this was what she was enduring in the picture at this moment.

She couldn't help it.

Extremely strong self-loathing and despair clamored all the time, and at that moment, she couldn't control the devil living in her body.

"Sakura Sakura?"

Suddenly freed from the sympathetic despair, she raised her head and opened her eyes wide, watching the young man who walked out of the thick fog of distant memories slowly approaching.

Seeing him walking into the court full of tyrannical power with great determination, approaching that her...the one who was already on the verge of collapse.

Only the ferocious face and slack and empty eyes remained, she looked at the man who unconsciously bit her lip, retreated step by step under the cautious approach of the visitor, her whole body convulsed as the last resistance...

"Boom!" There was a bang, and the dazzling lightning split open the drowsy sky. She stood upright, watching the flash illuminate that ferocious face, splitting the last sliver of reason in her...

"what!"

completely out of control...

Extremely thick mist gushes out, the coquettish imprint of sin spreads instantly, a huge shadow condenses, and countless evil spirits break free from the shackles screaming and crawl out...

The blood in her whole body froze, watching the out-of-control self swinging the racket, watching the sharp light trails cut through the air and screamed...

"Boom!"

The heavy hammer that smashed everything fell, and the extremely bright lightning exploded in an instant, and the blood spread everywhere in an instant, shining so dazzlingly in the overwhelming shadow demon charm.

"boom!"

She unconsciously watched the unsuspecting figure toss up...and fall again.

Blood splashed and smeared the pale clothes corners, and the forceful blow after the violent force came out made her dazed, and she fell with her eyes and pupils on her back.

The rain and mist fell hazyly, and the cold water vapor bit by bit...infiltrated into the warm red...

Everything happened in an instant, but at this moment it was stretched frame by frame to the millisecond.

Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and when she opened her mouth wide, she could only feel the cold air wrapped in blood-stained rain mist clogging her throat, and she couldn't make a single sound.

The picture still hasn't stopped, the voices of people are constantly pouring in, panic and panic run through everyone's expressions, the siren of the ambulance...the sound of the collision of equipment...everything is pouring into this drowsy place. into dark scenes.

Exhausting her strength, she moved her steps and stumbled close to the young man who was supposed to be noble as a god and beautiful to the point of illusion, but at this moment was dripping with blood and dying.

She approached him, and saw the bloodline from the corner of his mouth dripping down, the deep emotion in his brows and eyes...

"Yingying, don't be afraid, I'm fine."

Through the illusory dreamland, she caressed his faded and pale lips, and caressed his fading eyes...

"Sakura Sakura?"...

She watched him slowly close his eyes, a very light, very light call overflowed from the corners of his lips, which was instantly annihilated in the rain and mist...

"Sakura Sakura..."

She clutched her heart, which was in a tearing pain.

"I am here..."

"I am here..."

She finally hugged him in the frozen frame, her voice hoarse.

she remembered...

she remembered.

It was a rainy day.

Her father died, and she made a lifetime of mistakes.

Everything is fermented in the sea of ​​flowers and decayed in the continuous rainy night.

......

In an instant, the flower shadow shattered, and she woke up from her deep sleep.

The sea of ​​fog is wrapped in a long gown, and the sword flower pierces the flower vine.

"puff!"

The blood spreads.

A sword shadow pierced through the air and passed through the heart.

She fell from her throne.

The author has something to say: I'm so happy~ My favorites are up, and there are so many comments~ Thank you little angel for your support. Hehehe.

I saw a baby suggested that I change the cover, and said it was a bit difficult... The picture I found was related to Sakura, it was either too soft or too... Well, I am also very desperate...

This chapter has almost explained the reason for the split, ending this lengthy battle...The next chapter will start a new volume, and the pace will speed up.

Well, do you want to take the emotional line? .

Well, please collect and comment, let's communicate and play together~~