"A long time ago, there was a father who doted on his daughter." Yi Xue Gelin's ethereal voice began to narrate slowly.

“He built a garden for his daughter, filled with flowers of all colors.”

"The girl lived a carefree life in this garden, sometimes strolling, sometimes singing."

"The childish and pure singing voice is like that of a newborn bird."

"My father loved his daughter so much that he would sometimes invite some very good friends and relatives to come and enjoy his daughter's singing, so that they could share in the beauty and joy."

"At the banquet, the guests sat with the father, watching the girl dancing and singing among the flowers, and they couldn't help but be intoxicated by it."

"They gave the girl all kinds of blessings, including gorgeous and exquisite long dresses, flowers that never fade, sparkling and moving gems, and the wish that she would remain young forever."

“If time could stay at that moment forever, perhaps this would also be a beautiful story.”

"But the girl felt bored. She didn't want to stay in the garden all the time. She wanted to go out and take a look. Naturally, this idea was stopped by her father."

"There are a lot of bad people out there, and it's very dangerous, my father said."

"The girl didn't resist, but chose to stay in the garden obediently. Even though a few handsome young men occasionally secretly told her that they could take her out, she refused."

"My father loves me. He won't lie or cheat me. This is the girl's simple thought."

"But even fairy tales have to end one day. My father died."

"The girl, having lost her support, finally fell into the mortal world. Unable to survive, she soon encountered all kinds of difficulties. Deception, lies, greed, lust, and all kinds of people with ulterior motives began to approach her."

"This world is just as my father said, it's so ugly."

"What's rare is that the war broke out at that time. The girl was sent to the battlefield because of her special ability. After witnessing all kinds of bloody and cruel scenes, she eventually died on the battlefield. So her simple life came to an end." At this point, Yi Xuegelin's ethereal voice slowly stopped.

"I'm sorry, it's not a tortuous and touching story." The ghost girl slowly turned her head and continued to speak to Roland Hill.

"Nothing." Perhaps this is life, Loran Hill thought. Things in the world are changeable and impermanent, and lack the beauty of art.

"Although these things seem to have happened in my lifetime, it's like I'm looking into the memories of a stranger." Yi Xuegelin slowly floated up, her illusory fingers drawing light blue spots in the air.

"That dead girl looked exactly like me, but I couldn't feel her emotions, nor could I understand her love, hate, or any other emotions."

"My memories tell me that ghosts must have unfulfilled wishes or obsessions. Otherwise, their scattered souls and thoughts would be unable to condense and instead disappear."

"But what is my wish?"

Yi Xue Gelin's ethereal voice gradually faded away, and the scene slowly fell into silence and quiet.

After a long time, the silver-haired girl stood up.

"I don't know how to explain it. Maybe everyone's experiences and ideas are different." Loran Hill took the flower from her hair and looked at its petals.

"The meaning of life is different for everyone, and I dare not make a rash judgment on others."

"I can only make a bold guess. Perhaps the girl hopes for a different life."

"To want to get something is a wish, to want to leave something is also a wish. The past is not necessarily all good memories. Maybe it does not want to let the new you carry such a heavy burden, so that you can live freely and experience a completely different life." The girl gently rubbed the ice flower in her palm, and the light blue flowers slowly flew up in the wind.

“Like a newborn bird, travel light, spread your wings, and experience the sky of flowing clouds and gentle breezes.”

"Just consider it my personal guess. If you think this is unreasonable, you must have your reasons. It's not up to others to interfere."

Loran Hill looked at the ice flower that was gradually flying away in the wind and expressed some of her own little thoughts. She was not a master of emotions or a philosopher who had experienced the vicissitudes of life. This was just her little idea.

"Yeah, but it does feel better after hearing what Luo Lan said."

Iseglin floated in the sky, slowly circling around the ice flower.

"So how do I start a new life? I don't have anything in particular to desire."

"Then do what you like and what makes you comfortable." The girl's voice came from under the sea of ​​flowers.

"For me, watching the sunset every evening is my favorite thing. In winter, sitting by the warm stove, watching the snowflakes slowly fall outside the window. On sunny days, taking a nap under the window curtains with the breeze. In the harvest season, watching the golden ears of grain spread across the fields, these are all things that make me very happy."

“No matter how many times, I never get tired of it.”

The girl opened her arms, jogged, then jumped down from the hill, slowly floated up in the wind, and then floated in the air shoulder to shoulder with the ghost lady.

"Life does have its ups and downs, and there are many difficult and painful things, but that doesn't stop me from having these beautiful dreams."

“It is because of these wonderful things waiting for me ahead that I am willing to endure and work hard to get through these difficult times.”

"Take one step, then another, and the road will be opened up."

Yi Xue Gelin looked at the silver-haired girl and asked, "Has Luo Lan also experienced confusion and hardship?"

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