smoke cyan

The huge temperature difference between day and night in early spring always tortures the winding and dense nerve endings on the thin skin covering the human body from extreme sensitivity to numbness.

When Passy returned to the encrypted ward, there were fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose due to the sudden rise in temperature and the scorching sun in the morning, and it dried quickly under the shade of the building, which made him It even gave the illusion that a thin layer of salt crystals had been deposited on the skin.

But he still insisted on wearing the thin woolen overcoat, and did not take it off until he returned to the ward. The white Florentine shirt under his overcoat could no longer maintain a neat posture, and had been soaked with sweat, showing a translucent texture.

Because of this incident, Chloe's dislike was also unexpected for Passy.

When he opened the door and walked into the room, Chloe was sitting on the window sill basking in the sun in a thin off-the-shoulder white dress, her long light brown hair was braided behind her head, and the hairline The fine fluff exudes the soft light of silk in the sun, making it look extraordinarily young.

The little girl's skirt is cold and plain white, and her skin is whiter than the skirt, and she looks dizzy and dizzy like frozen snow that will shatter at the touch of a touch.

Without any hesitation, Patsy walked over and fished her out of the window sill, hanging her in his arms.Just like what he thought, Chloe was completely a human-shaped ice water bag, and he only felt that the cooling speed of her skin was significantly accelerated after holding her in his arms.

He hugged Chloe comfortably, and rubbed his fingertips against her cool skirt, but watched her desperately struggling to get out of his arms... Patsy looked at The way she stretched her arms and kicked her legs, she just felt that she was pestering her with her teeth and claws last night, but now she was so eager to kick herself with her teeth and claws.

"Where did I make little Chloe unhappy?" Patsy let go of her and put her down, stroking her delicately braided hair with her fingertips, "Did you braid it yourself?"

"The nurse sister made it up, it's not as good as yours." Chloe reflexively wanted to hug his arm and act like a baby, but finally changed it to push him towards the bathroom, "You don't smell like mints now Is it that hot outside?"

"what is that?"

"Toothpaste...peppermint flavor." Chloe replied with her head tilted.

Passy didn't know the fundamental difference between the two, but he finally knew why Chloe refused to let her hug her.

He raised his clear eyebrows, leaned over to touch the tip of her exquisite nose, and wiped all the sweat on it, watching the little girl wrinkle her nose and hop her feet, like a little animal that is not very flexible. terribly.

"Then I'll take a shower."

Patsy locked the bathroom door before she rushed forward angrily, smiling calmly from the corners of her eyes and brows.

Listening to the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom and sniffing the saturated fragrance of lotion in the air, Chloe gradually calmed down.

She went to the window and knocked on it. At this time, it was like a window sill of translucent material soaked in liquid sunlight into a light golden water color. The bright color gradually dyed her plain fingertips, and she slowly closed her fingers. , There was a dry, baked warmth in the palm of my hand.

It was as if she was holding the sun in her hands... Chloe unconsciously raised her eyebrows, opened her five fingers and closed them again, and repeated this, the delicate skin of her palms was rubbed with an unnatural blush.

I don't know how long it has passed like this, as if the world has been isolated from her five senses, leaving only the heat in the palm of her hand that will burn at any time.

"doing what?"

Patsy's voice suddenly rang out from beside her ears, and when his body came up from behind, Chloe could feel the hazy and moist mist on his body instantly contaminate the thin layer of fluff on her face, The itchy touch is as delicate as being brushed by the tip of a willow leaf, so delicate that it can melt into every inch of the skin.

She turned and hugged him tightly, pressing the tip of her nose against his shirt:

"Did you smell it?"

"Smell what?" Patsy leaned over to kiss the curls on the top of her head.

"Sunshine...the smell of heat."

Chloe raised her head, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly.

From Paxi's point of view, it looked like a butterfly's wings fluttering. His heart suddenly softened, and sour and dark emotions took advantage of it to fill the growing hole in his heart.

"Is there anything you want to do when you get home?"

Patsy hugged the petite girl completely in her arms, with every strand of silky hair in a completely possessed posture.

"a lot of……"

Chloe didn't break free from his tighter and tighter embrace, but felt baffled after keenly aware of his uneasiness and tension,

"I want to go to Japan to see the cherry blossoms before going home, and then I want to replace the broken deck chair at home with a swing...how about you tie one for me under the tree in the yard? That tree looks very strong, doesn't it?" will be strangled by me."

As she spoke faster and faster, her voice was almost full of longing and joy, but Patsy felt that his arms were getting more and more empty. The girl's voice was clearly like the ringing of a bell, but he felt like The ice cubes that rubbed in the wine glass only made people feel the coldness of chattering teeth.

"I still want to give you a baby, no two, one is like me and the other is like you, didn't you say that my uterus has recovered..."

Patsy suppressed the desire to hug her trembling hands, and couldn't help regretting the topic he provoked, so he interrupted her at the right time:

"Is there anything you want to eat at noon?"

"Yes..." Chloe dragged out her final voice, she stood on tiptoe and pressed a kiss on his neck, her eyes were as clear as waves, "You."

Patsy didn't say any more, he slowly stretched out his hand and pulled down the zipper of her skirt from behind, leaned over and burned the kiss all the way down her thin shoulders, nibbling her smooth skin like frozen milk... At this moment, he didn't want to think about what was going to happen any more, he just wanted to drown himself in her sweet and soft breath.

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The night watchman looked at the young woman standing beside the sofa in the dim light of the clock tower, who had always been self-reliant and silent. He felt that the plain white coat on her was too glaring, and it was about to shake out in his pupils. Several shaking phantoms.

As for the psychiatrist invited from the Japanese branch by Angers after a lot of effort, she was still such a young and promising woman. fits the image of this setting.

The meticulous hair is in her 20s, but she looks like a 30s, with a face full of abstinence, black-rimmed glasses covering half of her face, the image of a "dark widow". A hint of surprise squeezed out of the well-developed and complex emotional glands.

Her hair was pulled back meticulously, but her jet-black bun was as smooth as silk... She did have an air of restraint on her face, but it was capable and clean that could not be desecrated.She is not considered a beauty but is delicate and quiet. The line of her chin is petite but tight enough to make her look sharper. Her hands have obvious characteristics of a doctor. They are slender but the bones are not slender, and the knuckles are full of strength. cloud.

When he saw her, the night watchman felt that he had been poured a bowl of iced sour plum soup, and every pore from inside to outside suddenly shivered.

"Oda Aoi." The young female doctor introduced herself briefly without saying a single syllable. She took out two copies of the information in her hand and handed them to Angers and the night watchman respectively. The words were not loud but clearly "as long as the patient In place, brainwashing can begin at any time."

"Is brainwashing a job for the Japanese anytime, anywhere?" The night watchman flipped through the information page by page, and easily sifted out some useful information from the long articles piled up with technical terms, his expression gradually became a little dignified. , "So Anger said that you are different from other psychiatrists because... you use words to brainwash?"

"She has a good speech ability, which is very suitable for this job."

Angers raised his eyebrows and looked at the night watchman. At this time, the eyes of the two people were flickering with the indeterminate light of "how many good things are hidden by this group of damn beasts in Japan".

Although Angers has never ignored Japan, the most mysterious of all branches, he still has to admit that even so, the psychiatrist was successfully invited because of the good information provided by Pompeii. After the agreement was reached, Pompeii Bey had disappeared completely with oil on his feet, and Ange reckoned he was delighted to be back in his stud role after a rare few days of seriousness.

As for Henkel, who runs the fastest, he went directly to Japan to prepare for his daughter's rehabilitation... Anger felt that he was wondering whether Henkel would buy villas while running all over Japan. After all, this kind of money is rich The flustered local tyrant's eagerness to please his daughter is really unpredictable.

"My speech spirit can allow the brainwashed person to block the memory area by themselves." Oda Aoi nodded slightly, and explained in a timely manner, "This method is more stable than hypnosis, and it will not cause damage to the brain due to drugs."

The night watchman nodded in agreement: "It is true that the memory can only be blocked. Although it is 'brainwashing', it cannot really dig out the little girl's brain and wash it."

"The time is coming, I wonder if the young man from Gattuso's family has coaxed the little girl over." Angers' eyes wandered to the wall clock on the wall, at this time the hollow copper hands slanted across the glass clock face The dark light and shadow happened to be at the twelve o'clock position.

"It's really unkind to drag the little girl out of bed in the middle of the night to wash people's brains..." The night watchman rubbed his fingers, although his tone was teasing, there was no hint of teasing.

The door of the room was suddenly opened, and the clicking sound was extremely subtle but instantly attracted everyone's attention.

When Chloe was brought in by Percy, the first thing Oda Aoi noticed was the girl's extremely white face in the dim light. The clear and childish outline made her look very ignorant when she didn't make any expression , as if it were the paper of a sketch that has never been painted on.

"Passy?" Chloe was a little puzzled seeing the strangers in the room, and her slender fingers tightly grasped the corner of Passy's clothes.

"This is the rehabilitation treatment I told you about." Patsy kissed her forehead, with a reassuring smile on her brows and eyes, "After the treatment is over, we can go home."

"Go home..." Chloe's eyes swept across the three silent statues at this moment, only to feel that they obviously didn't make any expressions but their outlines were all tense, as if there was a sticky darkness in everyone's eyes There was a gurgling flow beside her, and she was suddenly seized by great anxiety.

Angers and Aoi Oda looked at each other knowingly, and soon left the room with the night watchman.

Patsy felt Chloe's tense body like a stiff stone because of tension, he bent down and hugged her into his arms, patiently stroking her thin back until it returned to its usual softness.

"In order to go home early, promise me to receive a good treatment, okay?" Patsy pressed against the tip of her exquisite nose, and gently pecked the corner of her mouth like every time before, breathing the scent of mint and sage leaves that she was familiar with and attached to. Dipping between her lips and teeth, "Now & take off the ring on your hand and give it to me, you can't wear metal during the treatment, it will interfere with the effect."

He stretched out his hand to break her clenched fist, and took off the wedding ring, all his movements were calm and tough.

Chloe was always quiet and without any noise, the look in her long water-colored eyes gradually dimmed as Patsy pushed the door and went out, leaving only a frozen emptiness.

Patsy closed the door very slowly, his eyes were fixed on the girl's quiet face all the time, as if bound by solidified rosin, he couldn't move at all.

He almost greedily described her delicate eyebrows and eyes that he had stroked, her half-melted toffee-like sweet lips that were still floating on his lips just now, and every inch of her body that could not be described. Cold-toned skin like frozen snow on the top of the mountain... He tried to recall every time he touched her and had her smell, but he was almost horrified to find that he couldn't remember even a trace of her smell in just a few seconds, as if Lost all five senses in an instant.

When the door was more than half closed, he saw the girl's lips move slightly, her voice was crisp and timid, and she began to repeat monotonous syllables, and she always only repeated this monotonous syllable, as if trying to grasp something that was about to come out. A stripped part of her body.

She repeated over and over: "Passy..."

Those syllables pierced his pinna and pierced his eardrum like a sharp blade, something dormant in his subconscious almost broke away from his reason and broke through his cerebral cortex, he could feel his lips and teeth opening and closing uncontrollably, And the movement of his hands was faster, and before he could make a sound, he slammed the door so hard that it almost shook the ceiling.

"We... go home..."

He heard the words burst out from his clenched teeth, each syllable smelled like he was chewing flesh and blood.

A sharp and icy touch came from the palm of his hand. The sharp edges and corners of the ring were embedded in the flesh and blood in his palm, and the bright liquid like coral beads fell drop by drop along the lines of his palm. The cracked flesh is like an insurmountable gap between him and Chloe... Those unforgettable feelings can only be burned into ashes by the flame of reality after being severed, leaving no trace with the wind.

Patsy finally knelt silently on the marble floor that was separated from his girl by a wall. He heard the great grief gurgling in his heart like a stream. He knew that he would never be able to find the only habitat in this world. There will be no future.

"Forgive me...please forgive me..."

Only the pale and depressing syllables are left to echo in a dead environment.

The author has something to say: this is not the ending, this is not the ending, this is not the ending, if it’s important, I have to say it three times⊙▽⊙…I said before that I can’t be, so the ending is not considered be, this article is really coming to an end La o(︶︿︶)o

☆, the air is the plant

It was difficult for Paci to find an appropriate category from the boundless and obscure rhetoric to describe what kind of coquettish sapphire blue it was, as if the cut surface of a diamond shaped like a drop of water reflected countless jumping fine crystals.Clear and fluent... The blue, which was so rich in color that it was about to ooze purple and transparent texture, clenched his breath in an instant.

Those sapphire blue irises crowded and squeezed in Paxi's sight through a thin layer of colorless glass, spreading and growing wildly.Countless tender petals were squeezed irresistibly vigorously, and the sap mixed with oil paint that melted away gradually leaked out. The turbid liquid quickly layered at the bottom and gradually condensed into a bright and transparent. Only a touch of bluish floating on the surface remains.

"I didn't expect you to like blue irises so much."

Passi's slender fingers touched the irises with crazy and fragile beauty through the glass window, but he felt that the color was too ostentatious, which almost hurt his pupils.

Henkel didn't answer his words, but just wandered his eyes inadvertently, from his straight and elegant back to the wrinkle he couldn't find, and finally fixed his eyes on his pair of always smiling With a gentle smile, it's hard to catch the spring breeze of the different-colored pupils... The molten gold color of his right eye seems to be winding with ancient lines, growing wildly like vines clinging to the clear pupils.

Patsy came to visit Henkel today and did not let down his forehead hair on purpose, but combed it into a clean and meticulous side part. When he didn't look at his pupils, his brows looked bright and clear, and when he raised his head and lowered his eyebrows, there was a lightness between his eyebrows that could not be ignored. Alienate the smell.

"I made you laugh." Percy keenly noticed Henkel's gaze, but did not hide the abnormality of his body, but directly admitted everything following the question in his eyes.

"It's only been a year, and your bloodline has become so unstable." Henkel drank a sip of whiskey with ice in a thick-handled glass, and seemed to be a little emotional, "Aside from your bloodline, you seem to have recovered this year." Very good."

Percy could hear the subtlety in his tone, and just smiled without saying a word, obviously not wanting to touch that taboo topic.

"I know you were in pain at that time a year ago..." Henkel's tone was slow, but he pressed on step by step, "I rejected your last request."

Patsy lowered his eyelids to suppress his emotions, and his tone was calm: "I'm sorry to trouble you with my gaffe a year ago, but now I'm fine."

Before he finished speaking, he felt the scar on the palm of his right hand, which had almost faded to the point of being invisible, suddenly burn like a fire, and he clenched his fist reflexively.

It was the mark left by the setting of the wedding ring embedded in the flesh and blood. The mark can fade with time, but the pain that can be provoked by various factors anytime and anywhere is like a tarsal maggot, piercing through his heart over and over again. With so many disguises of self-deception, he quietly pierced his most sensitive area.

"I've heard that time will dilute the most intense pain, and even memories can be erased. Of course, people's sensory experience can also be eliminated..." Henkel looked at the half-melted ice that had settled in the wine, "But it seems That's not the case."

"Before you left my daughter, you asked me to let you see her again. I refused you, because the sensitivity of people who have just been brainwashed to extremely persistent people and things will be magnified to the extreme."

"Your smell, the touch of your fingers, and even the rhythm of your steps can easily drive her mad. Neither you nor I can take that risk."

Listening to his methodical words, Patsy's mouth gradually tightened, forming a thin blade.

"But I was wrong... I thought that temporarily isolating her from you would make her start everything again, but her state this year made me very disturbed." Henkel closed his heavy eyelids, recalling his daughter It seemed to overwhelm him, "The mental state is very unstable, I can't get close to her, she is like an unlovable hedgehog."

Patsy remained silent all the time, but from Henkel's description, she couldn't help remembering how Chloe curled up in a ball that made her feel safe in the villa in the early years, and she grinned desperately at him... But She has always been like a little animal that does nothing but harm, as long as he gently pokes her superficially hard shell, she will close all the thorns and reveal her soft belly and run over to rub against him.

She is such a difficult girl, yet so easy to coax, such a strange contradiction made him feel difficult to touch but also uncontrollable to want to touch her, and finally became addicted to this girl like a drug addict. addiction.

"Cloe is a little girl who is easy to coax and deceive." Patsy heard her voice hoarse, and the words she uttered were difficult, "You just need to be more patient, she will get better slowly, and she will please you." People like it."

"My patience with my daughter is always like a bottomless pit. Although it is strange, I love her the first time I see her..." Henkel sighed softly, "A father always loves his daughter so naturally, blood will Our connection seems destined to make me love her and give her, unconditionally."

"I built her a house facing the sea. There is a big floor-to-ceiling window in the living room so that she can lie there and bask in the sun. Do you remember the picture of her you showed me for the first time? She was wearing a red dress The picture of the sun, although I am a little ashamed to say it, but you are my former son-in-law after all, don’t you think you look like an angel?”

As if a little embarrassed, the thin old man laughed, the sculptural folds on his face were pulled into soft lines, and the kindness between his brows made it difficult for people to connect him with the western cowboy who was so powerful in the past.

"Very similar." Percy's tensed lips gradually eased, but she didn't say a word.

"Cloe is indeed getting better slowly, although it is indeed too slow..." The ice in Henkel's glass has completely melted and only half a glass of clear wine remains, "So don't try to see her again, and don't try Start over, you really are a young man with no future in life, at least not until she recovers."

"You don't worry too much. I am very clear about the purpose of everything I do, and I will never overthrow everything that has been carefully prepared." Passy seemed to find Henkel's words a little funny, and seemed to be laughing at himself, with a twitch on his lips. A barely visible smile, "I said a year ago that there will be no Chloe Gullweger from now on, only Chloe Henkel from the beginning to the end, and I have no intersection with her at all. "

His voice was already clear and clear, suppressing all his emotions, it only made people feel the coldness of freezing his breath.

Henkel listened to his undisturbed breathing for a long time, and suddenly shook his head:

"Please forgive the selfishness of a father. I'm not asking you to break up with Chloe. On the contrary, I'm asking you."

"Request?" Patsy turned to look at him. Before that, he had been trying to avoid seeing Henkel's eyes, which were very similar to Chloe's.

"Yeah... I beg, I beg you to at least protect her well on the day I return to the loess, I am already beginning to be unable to do what I can." Henkel got up and walked to the window to stand beside him, the sapphire blue flowers touched by his eyes Wanton and enchanting, "Cloe will not be my successor, but she can't really break free from the vortex of power. Once I leave, I can't imagine what she will face."

"She has always been not interested in fighting for power. In some cases, it is an advantage to see too few things." Percy pondered.

"Interest is the most insignificant part. Who among you and I is doing everything in front of us because of interest? Responsibilities, interests, and even the need to survive...all of them are fatal weaknesses in human beings." Henkel curled up He knocked his knuckles on the glass window and heard it make a dull sound, "I hope my funeral will be covered with blue irises, and Chloe will complete this step, which can be regarded as the perfect ending for me as a father."

"The blue iris is poisonous, and being soaked in its smell for a long time is not good for your health." Percy's gaze was a little wandering, and he did not directly reply to Henkel's request, nor did he answer Henkel's words , after a dead silence, he raised his wrist watch, "I don't think I can continue to chat with you, the work schedule is always very full."

Passy didn't wait for Henkel's reply, walked to the door, pressed the handle and took a step outside the door.Before closing the door completely, he heard Henkel's voice coming through the unmasked gap, each syllable was sonorous and forceful as if clenching his teeth and bursting out, hitting his eardrum like thunder Potential.

"Protect her well..."

"When I die..."

"If by that time, her position in your heart is still intact..."

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When the retro beaded curtains of the bar were opened, a series of beautiful sounds from obsidian colliding together, mixed with the celadon wind chimes tied to the top of the door eaves, intertwined with ethereal reverberations like valleys, vaguely swayed in front of his eyes. .

The business of this bar has always been deserted, even in the late night carnival, there are only a few customers.The sweet aroma of spicy or mellow wine comes from the tip of the nose, and there is a lingering and slightly astringent taste lingering in the nose.

Passy walked to the farthest position of the bar with ease, and the seat next to him was already occupied by a graceful figure. He didn't feel too surprised, but greeted that person lightly out of habit:

"Good evening, Miss Gloria."

"Good evening, Mr. Passy." The girl's voice was crisp and sweet, which made Passy suddenly stunned.

He asked the waiter for a glass of rum, which was exactly the same as that of the girl next to him. Putting the two glasses of wine with similar color and clarity together inexplicably brought the atmosphere between the two into harmony.

"I rarely see a man who works late into the night, or a man like you who works late into the night."

Gloria tilted her head, her dark brown wavy long hair with a natural curvature shone like silk under the light. She had a mature and bright face, which looked a bit like an exotic beauty. On such a face was born a pair of pure blue round eyes like children, so that people can only notice her tenderness of a girl at first sight.

"It's the first time I've heard that work needs to be divided among people."

Patsy smiled faintly, and cast her eyes on her smiling rose-like cheeks, and finally settled on her eyes.

His eyes have a penetrating power that is quiet and calm, and he quickly ignores the shape of the eyes and even the color of the pupils, stripping away some things that are difficult to notice from those appearances, leaving only a thin strand of abstraction. form.

It was only half a year ago when I met Gloria. It was the first time he came to this bar, which was extremely comfortable in terms of decoration and atmosphere, and she attracted him the first time he looked at this bar.It wasn't for any other reason, but Gloria's skin revealed a frighteningly cold white under the eerie white light of the bar that day.

This made him seem to remember the plain skin of another girl in the blink of an eye.

It is difficult for him to establish a deeper friendship or other relationship with others, but after getting in touch with Gloria, he unexpectedly finds that they are unexpectedly harmonious in terms of three views and hobbies.

Through gradual and in-depth conversations, they formed a tacit understanding step by step, such as showing up here on time late at night and ordering the same glass of blended rum, for example, when she talked about Freud's psychoanalysis, he would be timely. Give her all the arguments hidden in the different years for her to think about.

Passy knew that meeting such a friend whose brain circuit was almost perfectly matched was as rare as finding two identical drops of water from the sea, but he still had to admit that part of his contact with this girl was something else that he couldn't tell reason.

When he faced the girl's youthful and graceful body and bright and charming smile, he didn't feel any unnecessary fluctuations in his heart, but the glaring whiteness of the skin at the first glance was always lingering in front of his eyes, and she had such a look His eyes, hidden in the depths of the eyes, are almost hard to catch the unshakable childishness.

The more he gets in touch with her, the more he can recall other things. Reason tells him that this is an extremely absurd thing in itself. From a broad perspective, the one she lost and the one he lost can be said to have nothing in common. A little bit of resemblance... But he still couldn't resist this wonderful feeling.

But today seems a little different, not just Gloria, everything seems a little different after coming back from Henkel today.

He watched her sip the rum, but the taste of another girl's lips stained with strong Linada rum appeared on her lips, and he tried hard to remember how those petal lips could be. Drowning his softness... He was so engrossed that he completely ignored the movements of the girl beside him, and he didn't notice her coy look and the delicate blush on her cheeks.

It wasn't until the breath of a strange woman mixed with the elegant fragrance of jasmine perfume reached the tip of his nose that he suddenly woke up, and a huge resistance suddenly rose in his heart. He turned his face away at an unexpected speed, Gloria's rose-colored warm lips His warm and cool cheeks shivered slightly.

"Sorry." Paxi's eyes were slightly cold, and he gently pushed the girl who was about to lean in his arms, and quickly put on the suit on his arm and left.

The distance from the bar to the door is very short, but Patsy felt as if he was bound by the mud and his feet were difficult to walk every step. He heard the cold voice of a girl questioning behind him, and she said:

"Who are you looking at?"

Who am I looking at?I can't choose who I go to see... I have never been able to choose, because fate has already chosen everything for me.

When he opened the bead curtain and stepped out of the bar, Paxi felt that the suffocating oppression in his chest was diluted by the cool night breeze. His brain was completely empty at this time, and he just silently watched Dyeing the rippling stars, he stretched out his hand towards the void in front of him.

His knuckle fingers are like a paintbrush that has not been stained with paint, slowly outlining a girl's appearance with a cool and transparent water color invisible to the naked eye, from her slightly upturned eyes to her exquisite nose tip, thin and thin The shoulders, the slender collarbone... He painted it very carefully, and only he could see it when it was finally formed.

He stretched out his hand towards the illusory girl and closed it, which happened to be the size of an embrace.

In this calm night like every ordinary stagnant water, he can only embrace the void.

"Cloe..."

The author has something to say: this chapter is Percy's one-man show, and the next chapter ⊙▽⊙ will be Chloe's (>^ω^<)

☆, Just in time for cause and effect ([-])

When the first match was lit, misty smoke slid out from the pale point of her fingertips, and gradually twisted into a ghostly twisted shape in the dark night sky, a thin wisp seemed to be transparent.

The girl's nose moved close to the light orange round flame covered in butter from the match, as if the tip of her exquisite nose would be licked into a frightening burn by the dancing flame at any moment.

She inhaled the rapidly spreading acrid sulfur smell and poured all the turbid smoke into her lungs, feeling as if she was inhaling light.

She was sitting on the cold marble steps in front of the villa, her bare feet were as cool and smooth as jade. The insteps of her feet were too thin, and the slender veins were hidden under the thin skin, like plant roots. Brittle branches are winding and growing.

After one match had burned out, she seemed dissatisfied with the faint brightness in front of her eyes, and slashed open the whole match held in her hand. The bright and free flames rendered her bloodless face a warm rose gold.

She suddenly felt bored, so she gathered all the handles of the match in her hands, and pressed all the unburned flames into the water-saturated soil under the steps. The chemical reaction produced by the fusion of water and fire permeated into the hearing, like a hissing of electricity. There was a hissing sound, and hot white smoke overflowed from the cracks in the soil, which burned her fingers a little.

"Cloe...Cloe..."

Suddenly, a woman's clear and lingling voice came from the villa. The voice seemed to be soaked in a pool of green water in the sultry summer night, but at this moment, it revealed extreme anxiety, as if buried under the cool appearance. the ignition point.

The moment Chloe heard this voice, she dropped the match that had not been completely extinguished without a trace of hesitation, and ran down the steps.Before the people in the house had time to find out, she quickly climbed up the white-painted metal fence outside the villa and turned over.

The villa was built facing the sea, and within a few steps, Chloe could faintly hear the sound of waves crashing on the beach. It was the "sand" that would only be emitted when countless transparent bubbles burst and rubbed against the air at the same time. She could even imagine the salty sea water saturating every crevice of the accumulated dry gravel.

When she stepped on the soft and wet sandy beach, her nostrils were already filled with the fishy smell of the sea breeze. She stuck out her tongue to take in the saturated slightly fishy water vapor in the air, and tasted something similar to a few days ago in the transparency that gradually condensed on the tip of her tongue. The savory taste of the white-fleshed but pink salmon fillets that have been eaten.

Chloe looked up at the turbulent and chaotic night sky, thousands of stars were shrouded in white mist, only a faint faint light source was revealed when the staggered air flow moved the clouds.

She felt that her chest was as dull as the oppressed air before the storm, and her heartbeat seemed to be sealed in a tough leather drum. all in