Klein was looking worriedly in the direction of Backlund's east side. The gradually changing fog made Klein couldn't help but worry about Alice. Even if he knew that Alice was here for the promotion ceremony, he couldn't let go. He was not mainly worried that something would happen to Alice, he was mainly worried that Alice would tell him that the "Original Witch" had come to find her when she came back. ...After all, the impression Alice left on him was so unreliable! Suddenly, Klein noticed that the branches outside the window began to sway, and the glass window trembled slightly. The wind is blowing... Klein was startled slightly, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes - the wind would blow away the fog, which meant that this incident was about to end. I wonder what happened to Alice... Klein thought and tried divination without any hope - the coin stood in his palm. Klein thought for a moment, then took four steps backwards and came to the top of the gray mist to try divination. The coin stood in his palm again, and the dream was completely blank. Klein stared at the crimson star belonging to Alice and thought for a moment, but ultimately did not try to poke it.
… The unusually thick fog made Evelin give up her plan to find Alice and stay at home with peace of mind. ——The New Year is coming soon anyway, and they have made an appointment to celebrate the New Year together. Evelin thought happily, looking forward to the arrival of the New Year, and then glanced at the fog outside in annoyance. However, the fog is really inconvenient... Huh? The trembling branches and swaying window frames attracted attention. She walked to the window and looked at the fog that weakened with the increasing wind, and suddenly felt better. … Allen looked at the increasingly thick fog outside the window and suddenly said to Velma: "I'm going to the bathroom." Velma smiled and nodded, and said as if jokingly: "I feel like you've been going to the bathroom a lot lately." "Really?" Allen smiled and entered the bathroom casually. After checking the door lock three times, Allen looked in the mirror and asked, "What's wrong with the fog outside?" After a while, a black cradle appeared in the mirror with a silver baby inside. A clear voice rang in the room: "You are too rude... Do you talk like this in front of Him? He didn't do anything to you?" "What has she done to make you keep belittling her in front of me?" Allen asked in confusion. "Ha," the clear voice smiled mockingly, "He...well, even if it is 'her' now." The voice emphasized the word "her", and then was silent for a moment before continuing: "That's not a put-down... In the past, I had imagined how I would introduce her to others - although until she disappeared, I never mentioned her existence to anyone else. "She is the destroyer of worlds and the creator of miracles." After saying this, the image in the mirror disappeared directly, without giving Allen any chance to ask questions.
Allen was silent for a moment, returned to the living room, and glanced at Velma's belly uneasily. He was a little worried about whether his original choice was correct. … In the land abandoned by the gods, the exploration team of Silver City finally got rid of the cycle after several attempts and prepared to return. Finally... Derrick took another look at the ruins of the city and sighed slowly in his heart. Then he quickly cheered up. This all relies on the reminders of Mr. Fool and Miss Destiny, as well as the help of Mr. "The Hanged Man"... Well, I have to seize the opportunity to help Miss Destiny move things over... I hope Amon won’t come too soon, at least, it will give me time to escape... Thinking of this, Derrick suddenly sighed and sighed silently: It would be great if Miss Destiny could be like Mr. Fool... However, such a capricious character is indeed very Destiny. … "Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday to you..." In the flickering candlelight, a group of people sang softly around the girl on the hospital bed, but no one had a happy expression on their face, and most of them were hiding deep sadness. There was no one else in this ward, and the lights had long been turned off. Under the illumination of candlelight, a middle-aged woman who looked fifty-six times similar to the girl on the bed opened her eyes and slowly wiped the tears on her face with a wet wipe. The middle-aged woman took a deep breath and blew out the candles. At the same time, someone turned on the lights in the ward and handed the cake knife to her hand. The middle-aged woman glanced at the girl on the hospital bed with a painful expression, then cut a piece of cake with a cake knife and put it on a plate. The middle-aged woman walked towards the hospital bed carrying the plate. The people in the circle moved out of the way and watched her in silence as she walked to the bedside. "Snapped!" The plate fell to the ground together with the cake, but the middle-aged woman's attention was not there. She looked at the girl on the hospital bed in disbelief. After a while, she turned back tremblingly and asked: "Did you see it just now?" "...Did Huanhuan's finger move?" In the silence of the room, another man whose face was also similar to the girl spoke uncertainly. … Half a month has passed since the last change. Middle-aged women and middle-aged men take turns guarding the ward. After confirming that it was not an illusion, they hurriedly called the doctor, who told them after the examination that perhaps something had stimulated Huanhuan's consciousness. If they continued, she might have a chance to wake up. They cried with joy, and in the next half month, they sang birthday songs in front of Huanhuan's bed every day. They were afraid that the recording was not enough, so they rushed over to do it themselves when they were free, and only played the recording when they really couldn't do it. To this day, their voices have become completely hoarse, and their throats hurt when they spoke and swallowed. However, the situation that day seemed to be their illusion, and they never saw the girl on the bed move again. The middle-aged woman and the middle-aged man looked at each other, and pulled the corners of their mouths with difficulty. Then the middle-aged man who had been guarding the bed stood up and left, and the middle-aged woman sat in the position he had just sat.
Like every time she came, she reached out to tuck Huanhuan's quilt corner, combed Huanhuan's hair twice, and then lowered her head, ready to kiss Huanhuan's cheek. Suddenly, she stopped moving. She noticed that Huanhuan's lips moved twice, and she seemed to say something, but the voice was too soft for her to hear clearly. She suppressed her excitement, pressed the edge of the bed with her trembling hands, lowered her head carefully, and put her ear close to Huanhuan's lips. She ignored her torn throat and her still trembling body, and tried her best to make her hoarse voice soft and gentle, and whispered: "Huanhuan? Do you have something to say to your mother? Say it again, okay?" At the same time, tears flowed down her face and fell on the quilt.