Looking at the pink-haired girl with a knot in her heart, Loran Hill shook his head slightly.
If it were my previous life, I would probably have the same thoughts and emotions, but now.
Loran Hill took the girl's hand and led her out.
"Let's go out for a walk first. It's not good to stay in the house for a long time." She recalled what another friend did, Alena, the most active of the roommates.
This girl from the Southern Islands never feels down and is like a little sun.
The weak Lottie did not resist at this time and followed the swordsman lady outside.
The town's streets were relatively clean, and I encountered many local residents along the way. Some had just returned from work, others were carrying heavy loads of firewood or straw bales. In some of the houses along the street, their doors were open, and several local women sat together, basking in the sun while working on their crafts.
"Where are we going?" After walking with Loran Hill for a while, Lottie finally couldn't help but ask.
"Do you see that hill outside the city?" the girl pointed to the north side of the town.
So the two of them continued on, climbing the long hillside and coming to this place with a good view.
After walking all the way, Lottie felt that she had consumed a lot of energy, her body was a little sore, and she was sweating.
"We're here." Loran Hill stopped here and looked back at the girl.
"Here?" Lottie looked around. Apart from a few big trees and grass, there was nothing special.
"Come, look back. Isn't this a good place to enjoy the scenery?" Loran Hill pointed to the small town they were leaving.
As far as the eye can see, a peaceful scene comes into view. High and distant mountains stand opposite, and under the mountains that stretch to the sky are golden wheat fields and plains. They appear as huge square grids, shining in the afternoon sun, and the wind blows the wheat waves up and down.
Near the bottom of the field of vision is a small town surrounded by brown and yellow walls, with wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys of houses large and small.
Looking at the beautiful scenery, Lottie couldn't help but stop and stand quietly, feeling the breeze blowing from the mountains.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Better." Lottie had to nod, and she did feel a little relieved.
"Do you feel that your life is a mess and you don't know how to get along with others?" Loran Hill spoke again. She sat on the stone next to Lottie, letting the wind blow her hair gently.
"Yes, but how did Miss Messia know?" Lottie's light red eyes turned.
"Because this looks so much like me before." Loran Hill sighed.
After graduating from college, she spent a long period of dark times, like a headless fly, running into obstacles everywhere. Not only was her life a mess, but she didn't want to find anyone to talk to or ask for help.
If I confide in others, they'll probably find it annoying. We're just friends, why should I listen to your constant rants and rants? So what if I ask for help? Everyone's so busy these days, who can help you? And how can you have the nerve to ask someone to go to such lengths to help you? It's just a polite remark, but you take it so seriously? You're so shameless!
So fragile, yet so proud, as if everything would collapse in an instant.
If those confident and strong people are sunflowers blooming in the wind and sun, then she at that time was like the moss in the corner that dared not see the sunlight, humble, small and fragile.
I hope to get help, but I am extremely afraid of exposing my vulnerability and being ridiculed and attacked.
Loran Hill lowered his head slightly, lifted the messy hair beside his ear, and then looked up at the girl beside him again.
"Are you afraid that after receiving help from others, you might fail to meet their expectations and disappoint them, leading to their dislike and even curse at you?"
As she looked at the swordswoman, a strange feeling of being seen through emerged. She had been the darling of her family since she was a child, with countless people fawning over her, naturally because she could give them generous rewards. Therefore, she felt at ease and had no worries.
But now it's different. She has nothing and is unable to bear those expectations. She can't give wealth and glory in return, doesn't know how to win, and even her future is a mess.
Want revenge? I am no match for her at all. Her brothers were so powerful, but they all died before me and were unable to do it.
Should she escape? But where should she escape to? And can she really live so peacefully? She could never forget those faces that died with their eyes open.
Moreover, even if he took revenge, would such behavior be correct? The glory and splendor of the Pascal family were not pure and flawless, but were also mixed with sin.
All these things, like tangled threads, entangled in her heart, made her restless.
After hearing what Loran Hill said, Lottie relaxed a little, knowing that the swordsman lady was trying to enlighten her.
"Yes, I may not be able to do many things so well." At this time, she slowly squatted down and sat next to Loran Hill.
"There are always a lot of things to worry about, and I also worry about whether I should do some things." Loran Hill looked at the mountains and wheat fields in the distance.
"But I gradually understood one thing. I have to follow my own heart. That is to say, others may not see it, and they may not understand it, but I know it clearly."
"Stop lying to yourself and live honestly."
"I know I'm not that strong, so I have to avoid putting myself under high pressure. I know I may lack confidence, so I need to practice more and become familiar with certain parts, and be mentally prepared for not getting a perfect score."
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