Little Connie, you must go see the outside world and meet the people outside. "
"why?"
"Because the outside world is far more interesting than the tribe, and the people outside... are also more interesting."
"But...I'm afraid I'll get lost."
"Don't be afraid. One day, you will meet the person who can always help you find the way. At that time, you must hold on to him tightly."
"Why? Is he a thief?"
"Haha... Yes, he is a thief, a thief who steals hearts."
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The cold moonlight was divided into gentle and thin lines by the window, and fell on the ground covered with broken porcelain shards.
Connie seemed to see her grandmother holding her and sitting by the window again, talking to her about the outside world and counting the stars.
She hasn't found the person who can always help her find her way, but her grandmother is no longer here.
The broken porcelain pieces on the floor were so sharp that the warm and elegant appearance of this room could no longer be seen. The group of robbers looted everything they could take away.
Connie walked to the broken wardrobe, bent down and tried to pick up a slightly intact piece of porcelain, but her eyes fell on a tiny piece of cloth sticking out from the bottom of the wardrobe.
"Is this what it is?" Connie stretched out her hand to hold the gray piece of cloth with some doubts, lifted up the wardrobe and pulled out the strip of cloth.
Dust was rising, and on an irregular piece of cloth, two lines of scrawled words were written in dark red blood. The faint smell of blood had not completely dissipated.
But at this time, Connie didn't care about it at all. She stared at the words written on the cloth, her eyes full of shock and disbelief.
"Connie, stay away from Pedinan, stay away from him! Go, go far away, don't come back to this place again!"
Although the handwriting was sloppy, Connie could tell at a glance that it was her grandmother's handwriting.
The blood soaked the cloth. What made the normally calm grandmother so panicked that she left such a line of words on the cloth as her last words.
Connie looked at the words and suddenly fell into great fear.
Pei Dinan...her brother, her dearest brother in the world.
But now her grandmother wants her to stay away from him and far away from the Fake tribe. Why is this?
What is the deep meaning hidden in this sentence?
Why did her grandmother keep her away from her brother?
Connie didn't know the answer. Looking at the dark red writing, her body became colder and colder.
She tried her best to run out of the Twilight Forest and ran to the City of Chaos in one breath. She fell down countless times and wanted to fall asleep forever. Her only belief was to survive and come back to save her brother when she became stronger.
Now she has become stronger, and with the help of her friends, she has returned to the tribe and the palace again.
She may be only one step away from rescuing her brother.
But here she found the last words left by her grandmother.
There is no one in this world who treats him better than his grandmother. Even his father and mother still don't treat her like his grandmother.
So she couldn't ignore this suicide note, which was written specifically for her.
"By the way, a diary! Grandma's diary!!!" Connie suddenly remembered an important clue. Her grandmother had the habit of keeping a diary. From the time she started to remember things, she noticed that her grandmother would occasionally keep a diary. Maybe she could find something in it. Find relevant information.
"Her diary..." Connie looked around the room, walked quickly to the place where the wooden bed was originally placed, swept away the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, reached out and knocked on the ground, and heard a piece of wood coming down. There was a different sound, and the sharp nails stretched out halfway, directly hooking up the wooden board.
Under the wooden board is a small secret compartment, inside which are three thick dark yellow parchment books, wrapped in fine silk and satin.
"Not found!" Connie looked happy and carefully took out three thick diaries from the hidden compartments. When she was a child, she had seen her grandmother take and place these diaries, but she never let her read the writing inside. What.
The blood letter left by her grandmother made her lose the ability to think for a while, and she didn't know what to do.
If she sat idly by and did nothing, her brother would probably be executed tomorrow.
But she believed that her grandmother would never harm her. When the riot happened, she still left her this bloody letter. She must have her purpose, or she saw and knew something, and she wanted her to avoid it. .
She had to find the answer, otherwise there was no way she could convince herself to just leave and watch her brother be executed.
The three parchment diaries are very thick and are serially numbered in chronological order.
Connie picked up the diary numbered 1, sat cross-legged by the window, and opened the first page.
On the title page, there is a line written in childish handwriting: "Father said: Memories will fade, but words can be preserved for a long time."
Connie remembered her grandmother saying the same thing to her, so she kept writing in the diary for three days and ended up being lazy.
Grandma had been keeping a diary longer than Connie thought, starting around the age of six.
The first diary was written about some of her experiences and records in the tribe. As the eldest lady of a large clan in the Fake tribe, she had lived a life without worries about food and clothing since she was a child.
However, the repetitive rhythm of life, the unchanging tribe, and the grand rituals began to become boring after they appeared many times in the diary.
And all this changed when she was thirteen years old.
That year, my grandmother, who was tired of staying in the tribe, chose to run away from home one night and left the tribe.
The air in the vast twilight forest seems to be sweeter than in the canyon.
Then……
She is lost.
She had never left the tribe and was lost in the Twilight Forest.
A young and beautiful girl, defenseless, was the most tempting food anywhere in that chaotic era.
In desperation, he came.
That was the first time she saw him. With a simple and neat attack, she easily eliminated the scary guys surrounding her.
But before she could thank him, he had already left.
His hair was still very long that year, with a thin figure, slightly curly long brown hair, and melancholy eyes that made people feel distressed, but were as deep and charming as the starry sky.
After that, there were many years of following.
She embarked on a journey to find him, but it was always difficult for her to see him even though he was nearby.
But every time he got lost and was about to cry, he would always appear inadvertently, then take her out with a look of disgust on her face, send her to a place with people, and then disappear again.
From the playful and cheerful words, Connie seemed to be able to see the girl who was excited and happy because they met again, and the girl who was depressed because they were separated again.
Later, as he became more powerful, his hair gradually became thinner.
He had a nickname: "The Unpublisher."
"Master!"
Connie was so shocked that she almost threw away the diary in her hand!
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