After a long while, she finally spoke.

"You, what do you know?"

She took a step forward, her urgency and desire making her completely ignore the fact that her attitude was too aggressive: "What the hell do you know!"

"I don't care what you know, I hope you can tell me! Whatever you want, I can accept it!"

"Since you are a prophet, you must know something, right? So, I really beg you, at least reveal a little to me, just a little bit will do!"

Song Qingci's voice gradually became sharper.

As she spoke the last part, she seemed to recall something and her emotions got a little out of control.

As we grow older, we tend to feel nostalgic.

Maybe I miss certain experiences, or maybe I miss my innocent childhood.

Strictly speaking, Song Qingci is not actually a remembrance.

Because she couldn't remember what kind of life she had led in the past.

From birth to the age of seven, her life was like an eraser with a corner missing, empty and without any purpose.

This empty state of mind did not bother Song Qingci too much in the past, but when she grew up, this "emptiness" gradually grew to a level that she could hardly ignore.

It was not until more than a year ago that Song Qingci finally understood what this vacancy was.

She has no impression of her "parents".

It cannot be said that I have no impression at all. Strictly speaking, some of the information is still clear.

However, for some reason, her memories of her childhood are very vague.

Her father was fine, Song Qingci at least remembered his name, but her mother, she only had a vague impression of him.

The impression is that of a woman with a raging fire burning inside her, wanting to protect herself but also being afraid of getting burned.

Because of this, when Bering rushed towards her with the fire tornado that day, she felt both fear and desire.

She was afraid because the hug made her whole body burn with pain, leaving a mark on her heart; and she was eager because it was one of the few memories she had of her mother.

There is nothing else.

The more something is missing, the more you want to get it back.

This obsession was like a thorn, deeply embedded in Song Qingci's heart, growing and growing until the day when the fire tornado blew across his cheek, when it took root and sprouted to the point where it could no longer be ignored.

Song Qingci was about to collapse.

It was no secret that she had a terrible childhood.

When she was a child, she lost her memory and her parents due to some accidents. At the same time, Song Qingci was trained as a "weapon" by a madman in the Countermeasures Bureau. Because of this, Song Qingci has no fear, no fear, strong will and noble sentiment.

However, this is just a false mask, a puppet that will break at the slightest touch.

As she grew older, understood more, and learned more, doubt and self-doubt began to surround her.

She began to question her identity and began to care about what she was missing.

But not long ago, Bai Ling pushed her gently, but the push was so heavy that she couldn't pass it and almost stumbled to the ground.

Cracks began to appear on the puppet's body.

Looking at Song Qingci who was covering his face.

Bering said nothing.

Invisible mist appeared in the air, coming from the black ring. It gradually condensed into a solid entity and quickly expanded and diffused in all directions. The heavy and humid air permeated the entire narrow space.

Soon, the mist sank to the ground and touched something - the big book that Song Qingci dropped on the ground.

Under the control of consciousness, the big book slowly floated up and landed in Bai Ling's hands.

Then it landed lightly in the center of Bai Ling's palm.

Bai Ling stroked the plain book with his fingers and looked at Song Qingci.

After a while, he said calmly: "I will not rashly stir up the water of fate. Crossing the timeline and pointing out everything will only turn the originally clear and transparent spring water into a pool of turbid and rotten dead water."

Besides, I actually don’t know.

While stroking the book, he glanced at the author's name on the book, and his eyes stopped on the author's last name "Song". Bai Ling sighed in his heart.

The future of "Blood Rose" is brilliant.

The corresponding thing about splendor is brevity.

Because it was so short, not much of her personal information was actually revealed. Just like her parents, who she cared about, they only revealed a little bit in the end. It was known that her father was a researcher and had been an apprentice under the great man who wrote "A Study of Western European Families".

Other than that, there was basically no gain.

However, even so, Bai Ling did not intend to give Song Qingci no hope at all.

Although my original self has no records of it, it might not be impossible for my current self to figure it out, right?

You know, I can predict ten minutes now, so after a month, wouldn't it be in hours? Two months, wouldn't it be in days? Half a year, that would be in months! With such growth, as long as the things Song Qingci wants to know still exist, he may be able to dig them out! Thinking of this, Bai Ling stood up, crossed the wooden table, and walked to the other side.

Standing in front of the depressed Song Qingci and looking at this girl, Bai Ling couldn't help but curl his lips in his heart.

Really high.

Although he was only a little over 1.7 meters tall, Bai Ling thought he was not too short. But he recently discovered that among the people he knew, his height did not seem to have much of an advantage at all.

Like the people in Ming Zhou, Ding Yan and Lin Ju are taller than him. The weavers cannot be considered as people without height. Ji Qianqin is also a few centimeters taller than him. Only Li Jingwen, but she is only three centimeters shorter than him. She may not be taller than him in the future...

On the other hand, at the Countermeasures Bureau, Wang Wei was a 1.8-meter-tall strong man. Standing next to him, he seemed half a head shorter than him.

Only Qi Guang was much shorter than him because he was in a wheelchair. But if he stood up, he seemed to be taller than Bai Ling...

After all this time, I realized that everyone around me, except for the high school student and the guy in the wheelchair, is taller than me?!

Bai Ling was speechless.

He sighed secretly and decided to go back later to see if he could find some way to increase his height.

Then, as he said this, he stuffed the book into Song Qingci's hand.

Looking at the depressed Song Qingci, Bai Ling said calmly: "However, although I won't point out everything directly, I will also provide you with a choice."

"One choice that may allow you to embrace the flame and get closer to the past. Fate is not immutable, and it is difficult to detect a slight change. So, this is just a tiny bubble floating on the sea, reflecting light after it breaks."

"The choice is yours. I won't interfere, let alone persuade you. Everything is up to you to judge."

Standing at the door, Bai Ling said, "Well, I'll go out for a while. During this time, you should think about it carefully."

After saying that, he left the office, just like the first time he met Li Jingwen.

She was left alone, feeling mixed emotions, confused and depressed as she thought.

Thanks to Tielian P for being the leader, thank you very much~ 　　the first leader in my life, it's amazing 　　Currently I owe 12 chapters, I have paid 4 chapters, and there are still 8 chapters to go, which is expected to be paid within two days