"Madam." Nightingale's figure appeared on one side of the room. Surprise and panic were mixed in her snowflake-colored eyes, and the meaning was almost difficult to completely distinguish.
"You..." She tried to say something, but finally stopped and just looked at Agnes quietly. Her attention was almost completely focused on Agnes's eyes, as if she was Looking carefully for something.
Agnes withdrew her gaze from the mirror, looked at Nightingale with questioning eyes, and said nothing.
Nightingale finally slowly leaned down towards Agnes as if with a sense of defeat, and completely fell to the ground in a posture that suggested a pilgrimage.
Agnes subconsciously put down her hand that was wiping the black-red liquid that was constantly flowing down her face. She slowly squatted down and gently pressed her hands with black-red traces on Nightingale's stacked hands.
"What are you panicking about?" Agnes asked softly.
"Madam, please forgive me for my selfishness," Nightingale's voice sounded a little muffled, and her folded hands trembled slightly when they were covered by Agnes's, "When I found out... ..I never informed you of your differences.”
"What's the difference?" Agnes couldn't help but sigh a little. The black-red liquid dripped down the edge of her face and flowed into the gaps between her fingers on Nightingale's hands. "People It is always impossible to choose between faith and selfish desires, and the same is true for creatures in the spiritual world. However, following selfish desires can only create an inferiority complex in those who truly try to believe wholeheartedly, and the pain caused is what makes them different from others. Different roots.”
Nightingale's body gradually began to tremble, and she raised her lowered head almost instantly, focusing her gaze on Agnes's face.
"Maybe you need some time to think." Agnes took back her hands covering Nightingale's hands and said softly.
She didn't say anything else, she just stood up and turned her gaze to Huizhen's figure looking calmly outside the mirror.
Nightingale stood up slowly, bowed to Agnes, and disappeared in a ripple.
"You know exactly what's going to happen," Agnes said after Nightingale's voice disappeared from the room.
"The desire to remember is indeed what you want to do, isn't it?" A calm smile gradually appeared on the corner of Huizhen's mouth in the mirror, "It does not require you to do anything, it only requires you to see and see the dawn, and you will not be unable to do it because of your inability to do it. There is no need to be forced to abandon something despite the pain..."
Agnes gradually narrowed her eyes as she listened to Huizhen's voice. She looked at the calm mask that Huizhen put on again when she communicated with Nightingale, and slightly twitched the corners of her mouth.
"You seem to be more...sentimental than me," she leaned closer to the mirror, placed her palms on the surface of the mirror, and whispered, "I still remember the first time I met you in Bodivia, you said, ' Never leaving what you were limited to, just allowing yourself to be overwhelmed by all the true memories'."
"I don't think I am a person who will stay in the past, and your words may seem like a calm narrative, but if you think about the meaning of the words carefully, you will find that you are reluctant to put away the memories. Open and painful from these memories..."
Agnes looked at Huizhen's slightly trembling eyes, paused in her words, and finally said: "Did you choose to let me establish my desire to remember it because of the content in those memories?"
"When was the memory?" Agnes's words became a little more urgent when Huizhen closed her eyes. "The memory of Huizhen that I am missing? Or is it the memory of 'Huizhen' that I saw last time? Earlier?"
Huizhen closed her eyes and didn't answer, but she didn't disappear from the mirror either. She stayed there quietly without any movement.
"Tell me." Agnes' voice calmed down again and she spoke in a commanding tone.
"Everything should belong to you." Huizhen opened her eyes, looked at Agnes with an unexplainable meaning in her dark brown eyes, and said softly.
"Everything that should belong to me?" Agnes couldn't help but frown, but Huizhen didn't say anything else.
"Okay, let's talk about something else," Agnes allowed herself to smile and said slowly in a declarative tone, "The desire to remember does belong to me."
Huizhen nodded and said nothing.
"Ha," Agnes laughed softly, "The heart of the Tao...the heart of the human heart."
She retracted her gaze from the mirror, turned around, opened the door and walked into the bathroom.
...
The last day of the year is still an extremely important day for most residents on Olavi Island. The resident Luen people even set off several fireworks at the pier after midnight, even though Agnes lives close to the suburbs. It can also be seen.
"It's less than half an hour before the bell rings," Agnes retracted her gaze from the fireworks, looked at Rani who was stuttering with some of the food cooked by Agnes, and said casually: " If you have a long story to tell me, you can start now."
"I thought someone with a good background like you wouldn't learn a skill like cooking." Lani raised her head, looked at Agnes sitting across the dining table, and said.
"You want to tell me this?" Agnes raised her eyebrows, "Actually, I learned it because of a fight with my mother."
"I once had a quarrel with my mother and she refused to give me food. Then I got angry and went to learn how to cook by myself."
Lani couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.
"You can laugh out loud if you want to," Agnes casually tapped her fingers on the table and said, "This is nothing to be embarrassed about."
Lani raised her hand and pulled her cheek to make her expression more serious, then she looked up at Agnes and said, "My intuition tells me that what you told me is true."
"Of course it's true." Agnes couldn't help but curl her lips when she saw Lani's actions, but it had never happened to Agnes, so she added in her heart.
She couldn't help but reveal a smile on her lips, but quickly suppressed it, and cast her eyes casually on Lani, who was looking at her, as if her attention was not entirely there.
"So, why do you treat me like this?" Lani took a deep breath and said in a cautious tone, "I mean, I am actually your prisoner, right? And you originally wanted to kill me. Mine."
Agnes's eyes finally turned completely to Lani.
"You asked me this question ten days ago and got the answer from me," she said slowly with a standard smile, "I don't want to kill your child, and I have some reservations about your choice. expect."
