The last second I lost consciousness, I felt that my arms were empty.

Although it was only for a short period of half a month, holding the petite girl seemed to have become a habit.

Starting from waking up in that stable, countless images flashed back in my mind, from the smell of hay in the windmill pasture to the cowhide short boots on the shelf in the closet, from the steam train carriage to the magnificent ball that night,

Walk through the streets of Milan and through the wheat fields of Italy.

A cold feeling enveloped my body. The bubbles floated farther and farther away from me. It was so dark that I couldn't see anything. My body seemed to be falling, and it seemed to be being held by someone.

But these feelings were hazy and unreal, and Fangran couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream. However, he slowly remembered one thing,

This is what he felt like falling into the ice sea.

Did you... fall into the Arctic Ocean...

Ah...really...Fangran, you have really made it this far...

He's obviously just an idiot with no confidence.

He slowly closed his eyes, no longer relying on this slight feeling to judge whether this was a dream or reality, and let his body fall downwards.

It has been more than half a month since I rushed out of the campus without saying a word...

Recalling that night when he rushed out of Beijing University in a panic, it should have happened a few days ago, but it made Fangran feel like a long time had passed.

What started out was probably self-blame and guilt.

I learned that Ling was in a critical situation, and that I had been doing nothing for more than half a month, avoiding the troublesome world of night fighting and feeling guilty and guilty.

I was touched by the man who spent half a century for his love at the end of the summer vacation. I deliberately magnified my anxiety and rushed to the North Pole guiltily. It was obvious that I had never traveled far by myself before, nor had I flown on a plane.

With his eyes closed and his consciousness dim, the feeling of the cold water falling disappeared. He seemed to be back on that ten-hour flight, lying on the table at hand, looking at the night sea of ​​clouds outside the window in a sleepy trance.

I don’t know who I’ve heard it said,

Man himself is a creature that does not change, he is a creature that only changes when he meets others.

How much have you changed since you got on that flight?

Heh, maybe I started to change from the moment I met that golden fairy-like figure...

The scene flashed past the airport, hotel, icebreaker, and the conversation with that beautiful stewardess, that capable strong woman, and that young man who was somewhat similar to herself, making Fangran realize that this was really a dream.

Sorry, it'll be fine in a while. I'll wake up in a while.

Like a sleepy child, he muttered to someone.

You will only do what you can do, that’s because you only do what you can do,

The moment he stepped into the Arctic ice sheet by himself without any support, this was far from the scope of what he knew how to do. No one knew how hard he was relying on his armor and compressing biscuits during the many hours of trekking.

worrying and nervous.

But, it must be done.

Only do what you can do, then you will always do what you can do...

If you just want to stay calm in your daily life, you will never be able to become Ling's strength.

So I recognized my own strength, so I had the courage to fight,

So I decided to enter the world of night fighting.

The moment when the ice sea faced the strongest combat power of the Nightless Palace, venting its strength, giving up all its escape and cowardice, and facing everything in front of it,

For the first time, Fangran felt that the people he once thought were so powerful were no longer far away from him.

Although, as a participant, my awakening is a little late.

But it doesn't matter, Fangran.

You've really made it this far.

As a true participant, you can already freely and calmly control that power. The truth of what happened a hundred years ago is also unfolding before your eyes.

Then what's left to do may be just...

The feeling on the ice sheet disappeared, and the dream seemed to return to the night when the ice sea fell. Fangran opened his black eyes slightly, as if he could catch the glimmer of light, and sunk down with confidence...

Then the dream awakens.

The eyelashes trembled, and I opened my dark eyes little by little,

What was unexpected was that the scene in front of him was not a dark space deep in the ice sea supported by a force field, but a bright space glowing with a faint blue light.

Um?

The moment his vision became clearer and clearer, he felt a sharp pain tearing through his whole body. It was not the cost of rushing back to Ling at all costs in the scene, but the burden of exhausting everything on the ice sea before entering the scene.

The moment I opened my mouth, but no shout came out, and there was nothing I could control in my body,

Fangran suddenly felt that he was not lying on the ground, but pillowed on something soft. A figure was slowly becoming clearer in his blurry vision.

Just like that night when he could only collapse in despair and powerlessness in the face of B-99, Fangran saw the witch who was different from the coquettish one exposed a hundred years ago, wearing a black cloth cloak with a mysterious and quiet appearance.

"Are you awake?"

The witch's soft and seductive voice sounded in his ears. Fangran opened his black eyes wide and looked at her at this moment.

In his memory, just a moment ago, he was still facing the terrifying and crazy her in that small town a hundred years ago.

He opened his mouth, but as expected, no sound came out. He had squandered too much magic energy in the battle on the ice sea, and his body could no longer bear it.

"Is it hard?"

Her pale and voluptuous face was hidden under the hood of black cloth. The witch looked at her doll that was about to be broken, with an unknown amount of distress in her eyes.

So she stretched out her hand and placed it flat on Fangran's forehead. She activated her mental control slightly, covering up the severe pain that made Fangran uncomfortable.

"Yes...you saved me again...?"

As if a heavy burden had finally been thrown off, and the air could finally be exhaled from his throat, Fangran looked at the witch in front of him, feeling that this scene was just like the scene in that assessment scene,

She appeared by his side again when he was in dire straits.

"No, it's her."

The witch looked at Fangran with distress and tenderness, and with a tap of her finger, the black box floated, with the coordinates of a space lighting up on it.

"She activated the spatial coordinates of this base and this thing."

His black eyes slowly opened, and Fangran looked at his black box in disbelief, never expecting that it could do such a thing.

It's Ling...

Is it Ling...

Yes...that's it...

Exhaling slowly, Fangran felt a little relieved for some reason and closed his black eyes.

"Want to go up?"

"Um..."

The enchanting woman asked softly, and the quiet and hazy young man spoke affirmatively.

"Do you need me to lend you my strength?"

Looking at the young man lying on her lap, the witch still had a charming and slightly hoarse voice mixed with laziness and mystery. The witch asked softly, her white fingers brushed the broken hair on his temples, and her violet eyes looked down quietly.

hang down.

The gentle breathing slowly rose and fell with the young man's chest, and there was silence without an immediate answer.

Time seemed to slip by quietly in the silence between the two of them.

It may have been a long time before Fang Ran slowly struggled to open his dark eyes and looked at the person in front of him who he had only met a few times, but always asked her to help him for free for no reason. Feeling guilty and sad, he whispered:

"Is this really possible..."

Then he saw the witch smile.

"It's okay, Fangran."

The eyes of the witch Violet overflowed with deep affection, tolerance, warmth and all other emotions. A smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, and her soft words were like humming a dreamy song floating into Fangran.

's ears.

"Whether you want my power, whether you don't want to rely on me all the time, whether you want to live in a carefree world of sunshine, or whether you want to change and come into contact with the world of night fighting,"

"Whether you are afraid or brave..."

She looked into Fangran's dark eyes and spoke softly and seriously:

"Whatever you choose, it doesn't matter."

Seeing the witch's smile, her black eyes slowly widened at this moment.

Have you ever thought that there is someone in the world who can choose to tolerate anything you do, whether it is right or wrong?

The witch looked at him and smiled softly, her heart beating loudly in her chest. The moment she looked at her puppet, love and doting surged deep in her violet eyes, and she whispered contentedly.

Overflow.
To be continued...