Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 70 Broken

   But what if this is not the choice Hua Cong wants?

   Xiaolan stroked the cool colored glaze, as if she also felt the coldness of life in the flowers.

  Day after day, would it be happy to only look at all the flowers from a distance?

  Will you want to stay the way you are now, or want to end it all.

  If you are a flower bush...

   Xiaolan tightened his five fingers slightly, and looked up.

   "I'm sorry, Hua Bush."

   Raised his palm, the colored glaze in his hand drew an arc in mid-air, and then rushed straight to the ground. The fragile colored glaze fell heavily to the ground and turned into shimmering fragments.

  You cannot forget, then I will help you forget.

   "Wow! Wow!"

   Xiaolan waved all the colored glaze standing upside down on the table, and the fragments were flying around, reflecting the colorful light and shadow.

  In the light and shadow, classmates, relatives, Ren Chong, and even the appearance of Hua Cong became fragmented with the collapse of the colored glaze.

  Pain not only traps the living, but also the dead.

   Xiaolan stood among the flying debris. The dust and debris made her unable to distinguish the direction.

  But to save the dead flowers, this is the only way.

  From a distance, there seemed to be a burst of laughter.

"hahahahahahahahahaha……"

  It was desperate and relieved laughter, sickly but sad laughter.

   Xiaolan didn't stop, and started working left and right to destroy. He raised his foot to the colored glaze placed in the corner. After a while, most of the colored glaze in the room was wiped out.

   Xiaolan raised his eyes and looked at the glass screen erected in the center of the room.

  The face of Huazhi is looming.

  (End of this chapter)