Clow Cards Cardcaptor

In the night, the light from the city in the distance shone in slightly from the direction of the balcony door, illuminating the girl wearing a black and white gothic dress, black stockings and long sleeves covering her slender hands and feet.

Illuminating her figure that slowly disappears like a projection.

The consciousness returned to the original body, and I opened my eyes to see the garden. The sea of ​​flowers in the distance was sleeping and swaying outside the open-air balcony open to the world, making shallow waves.

Ling looked at the female figure standing there in front of her, wearing a dark blue dress, and she looked at herself with a gentle smile:

"It seems that you have asked clearly, then I will..."

Shui Linlang looked at the slender figure in front of her who was exactly the same as the young man who once stood. She smiled softly and said without any surprise:

"Welcome to China."

Leaving the manor, flying through the lonely and cold night sky of the capital, the lights below were as bright as an ocean.

This time, she really saw the two-story house.

The figure descended from the night sky, like a dream in a fairy tale where a fairy quietly comes to a human home, and the heels of the cowhide short boots made no sound on the floor.

Looking at Fangran who was hanging up in a daze and had been carried away by his own thoughts, he had already entered a dream while swaying slightly.

Ling stood there and looked at him for a long time...

Then his small hands stretched out from his long sleeves and covered his hot and crimson cheeks.

Those big light golden eyes had a cold and misty look, full of deer-like panic.

I...what I looked like just now wasn't very strange...

He didn't notice anything...

Am I being too cruel...

Returning from the floating islands in the sky in the Mediterranean Sea, back to China, a country she had never thought of settling here, she finally had time on the way back to recall the extra memory in her mind.

It feels like a dream, with the care of a little girl gently peeling candy, connecting the sudden images on the ice sea, the memories that did not happen in time but are extremely real,

Dreamy, beautiful, warm and sweet.

It was also such a feeling that Ling didn't know how to face Fang Ran, so she could only use false projections to slow down the panic of facing him directly...

And the instinct to throw myself into his arms.

She looked at the slightly swaying young man who had fallen asleep for a long time before she slowly regained her composure.

After once again confirming that the room was sealed and that no one would notice, Ling gently and carefully used her mind power to lift up his body. The mechanical cable disappeared silently and placed him on the bed.

Then the rolled cup quietly loosened and was quickly pulled apart by the young man who turned over.

Ling looked at his sleeping face, her light golden eyes unconsciously lost in thought.

She never told anyone about the past when she struggled to survive in that village. During the winter when she had her broken wrist and couldn't find food, she huddled in the collapsed ruins and even warm tears became a luxury.

She had no parents, no home, she stayed there with nothing, not knowing whether she would be able to wake up tomorrow.

Cold, dark memories,

This is Ling's memory.

But now it's filled with warm light.

Pastures where you can enjoy sunshine and naps without heavy work, magical forests where you can find incredibly sweet fruits, clear and transparent rivers with the aroma of grilled fish,

In that village in the early twentieth century, everything became different after having that young man.

The scene where he coldly grabbed the officer's hair and smashed it against the wooden table.

What Ling felt was a dreamlike warmth... and a strong peace of mind that firmly protected her.

Biting her lips lightly, she grasped her long sleeves with both hands. The emotions she had been holding back finally surged in her eyes, making the already moist mist even more moist.

And not only that...

Beautiful clothes, steam trains, the bustling city of Milan a hundred years ago, manor life surrounded by maids...

He took himself away from the remote and narrow village and saw the wider world.

Let this pair of cowhide short boots, which are just made out of memories for self-comfort, have a price of 50 lire silver coins, and let the wandering girl who originally lived in the ruins become the focus of everyone at the kingdom's dance.

Let the icy heavy rain in Milan,

It became a warm embrace that she could rely on.

-'If you help me, I will help you'-

In the overlapping memories, I heard the young man I thought was unreliable saying his voice in agreement.

For this, he gave his heart and even rushed to the North Pole.

The look of him smiling stupidly at himself just now coincided with the way he faced the light and shadow on the ice sea.

Standing beside the bed, the figure of a slender girl in a Gothic skirt suddenly dispersed like bubbles, revealing a little girl who had not yet grown up and was walking on the carpet with bare feet and only wearing a white skirt.

It's like traveling through time from the memory of a hundred years ago.

By now Ling was completely sure that this guy's usually stupid and cowardly look was just an act of his, and the weak look he saw just now must also be an act of his.

Ling knew it was because he didn't know how to face himself.

Just when she climbed onto the bed gently, her petite body got into the young man's quilt, and finally touched the young man's arms in her memory again, the carefree and happy journey with the carriage seemed to continue in her dream. set sail...

Letting the warmth finally flow from her eyes, the girl shrank into the young man's arms and grabbed his chest. Her childish voice was mixed with choked tears that she wanted to cry, making people wonder whether they were complaints or joy...

"You liar and idiot, I told you...to hold me..."

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