She tried to compose a lively song with the high notes of G major, but the notes she played were dark and dull. The wind chimes by the window swayed, and the pure white goddess dress hung on the window. She stared at the white lace on the fabric of the dress. At that moment, she realized that she seemed unable to describe the colorful beauty through music.
…
【Girl: What did you write? 】
[Detective: I want you to live well and still be Alice, not Tasliche.]
【Girl: I also guessed that you would write like this. 】
[Girl: Just like I hope you will always be the detective, and I will always be Alice. ]
…
[Girl: The protagonist will get through this. We will also... go back and reunite with Pat and the others after the dust settles...]
[Detective: The goddess and the despicable will kill their fate. 】
[Girl: You are not... a despicable person. ]
[Detective: This is a compliment, describing a person as the protagonist.]
【Girl: Despicable... person.】
[Detective (gentle): Yes.]
…
The girl was thinking at that time.
If the detective never gets married, can they continue to walk hand in hand as companions? The detective used to drink every day and was in poor health, so he definitely couldn't hold a sword. She could become stronger and protect him in the future, so that no alien species could bully him and protect him forever.
It must be possible.
…
Her hands passed over extremely precious gems, beads, and satin.
She walked into the garden behind the temple. The white flowers swayed in the wind, as if they were carved from white marble, or like crystal flowers.
She raised her arms, but she no longer felt the freedom she had when she danced among the lilies in her youth. The heavy crystal crown pressed on her forehead, and the warm wind could no longer blow up her heavy jeweled skirt.
Heavy, heavy - she was like a white cocoon.
"Dad, Mom." Alice murmured to herself, looking up at the sky.
Now she has a heavenly father, the spirit. Earthly parents cannot have anything to do with her, but she still hopes that maybe one day... they can meet.
"Dad, Mom. I have someone I want to go with. He has a pair of bright black eyes. When he smiles, those black eyes are like obsidian..."
"He died in the sky, pierced by the holy sword. But I always look forward to... one day he will come back, just like every year when he celebrates my birthday, he will meet me. We will go to sister Rita's church, Pat and Dave will prepare cakes, and the best white irises will bloom by the lake."
"The light of the setting sun was long, and the white pigeons of the church pecked at the rice that was blown onto the eaves. He and I stood side by side on the steps at the door. The red wishing tree in the square was hung with thousands of wishing cards, and he held my hand and hung our wishes high on the treetop..."
At that moment, her mind went blank for a moment. She blinked, but could only think of the complicated sacrificial texts and the dense political affairs of various countries.
——She almost forgot what wish they made that year.
——She almost forgot the detective's expression that year. Under the wishing tree with red ribbons floating all over the sky, the young man wearing a felt hat slowly lowered his head, moved his shoulders slightly, and brushed the fallen leaves from her hair.
She should remember the look on his face at that moment.
Just like she almost forgot...what name she gave to the street cat she adopted when she was fifteen.
Did she have a cat?
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Su Mingan put down a white dried flower.
The night stretched long between them.
Alice was already used to such scenes of corpses everywhere. She had experienced more than one war in the past three years. She was a goddess, a mascot created by the gods, but so many holy alliance soldiers risked their lives to protect her for a light oracle. In order to repay them, she was used to burying them, even though most of their deaths were due to blind faith.
She leaned over and closed the soldiers' eyes, then put the name tags on their chests into her arms one by one.
【girl:……】
[Girl: Simmons Edwin, age 17, from Cologne…]
[Girl: Nell Ansel, age 21, from Shancheng…]
[Girl: Tommy Archer, age 13…]
There were too many name tags, and they were stained with blood. Her chest was soon covered in blood. Every soldier had a grayish-white face and was skinny. Some of the broken bones were stuck with the name tags. She took out a knife, cut open their armor that was embedded in their flesh and bones, and held the wooden tags with names that were almost invisible in her arms.
A few black crows rested on the rooted spears, their bellies bulging like pitch-black tombs.
The scene seemed both quiet and panic-stricken.
Su Mingan took a few steps forward, but could hardly find a foothold as corpses were piled up around him.
Alice kept collecting the wooden signs. The battlefield was very quiet, and it seemed that only the two of them were left standing. There were too many bodies, and she could no longer hold the wooden signs in her arms. She could only use the soldiers' clothes as cloth bags to collect the wooden signs one by one.
The girl's numb movements froze for a moment until she closed the eyes of a soldier. She recognized the dead soldier.
【girl:……】
【Girl: Pat...】
Her shoulders began to tremble like weeds swaying in the wind. Her originally calm expression was finally on the verge of collapse at this moment.
The red-haired soldier slept in the trench, his narrow eyelids closed, his fingertips resting on a white sunny doll, which was coagulated with blood. If there was a sound of wind in the rain, it would have set off the crisp wind chimes.
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