The sound of the tracks being hit by wheels kept ringing.
He had suffered so much physically and mentally, and there were scars everywhere.
There was only one thought in his mind: If I could lie on the bed in the second-floor bedroom, surrounded by the cold and fresh winter air, the quilt would be warm, and the surroundings would be quiet, I would not feel any pressure or pain.
In fact, it could have been that close a moment ago.
He has no concept of mana in the orbital space. Even if he has it, he cannot use it.
In the world he just visited, although his mana was exhausted, it didn't make much difference to him now.
But at this moment, he could still feel that he was slowly getting weaker.
This orbital space is like an abyssal beast, and it is particularly evil.
It will swallow up his energy all the time, bring him an extremely bad environment, and affect his mood.
"I don't know if I can go there again?"
He thought in his mind that he did consume a lot of mental energy in the orbital space just now, but it seemed that the situation was better than before entering.
He doesn't want to remember every minute and every second of the time here.
It seemed like a long time had passed, but he couldn't remember what happened here. He only knew that everything here was torture and pain for him.
Until a certain moment, when he was in a numb and unconscious state, he suddenly felt a cool and extremely pleasant smell coming from around him.
"What a wonderful air!"
He took a deep breath and felt that his whole brain or heart felt extremely comfortable.
He looked at the space he was in. This was not the room he left before.
Although he met the ghost before, it couldn't stop him from having an excellent impression of this place.
Therefore, he remembers almost every scene and event that happened here clearly.
'There is a girl named Huijuan, who has no ill intentions towards me,'
'We ran back from the dark night together, the journey was so dangerous, and then hid in her house. The past time was so good and worth remembering for me. '
When he thought of the scenes that happened in the courtyard, they all seemed so precious under the simple circumstances of any period of time now.
He was obviously very tired, and he still clearly remembered the last time he returned to the orbital space. He also complained about why he didn't have a good rest and went to stir up trouble outside.
But now when he thinks of this, he feels particularly relaxed and excited.
Just like this moment, he took a quick shower and lay on the warm big bed with three pillows stacked behind his back and a quilt wrapped around his body, feeling the warmth coming from the cracks and gaps around him. Cold, but also the feeling of warmth under the quilt,
This scene that seemed so similar to him many years ago made him feel so comfortable and peaceful.
Really comfortable!
Even when I was breathing, I felt the air was soft and human.
"call…"
"call…"
"call…"
…
He felt extremely tired every moment, but he felt a slight recovery with every breath he took. Although it was not obvious, it made him intoxicated by his current state.
The evil intention towards me made it impossible for me to live the life I had before.
Although the memory of that time is a bit blurry, he was always relaxed and comfortable.
He had been unlucky until he was deceived by Han Yuan and entered the courtyard.
The vicious and poisonous aura of Yunyuan was like the dirtiest object in the world, constantly damaging his body and mind.
He couldn't help but think of Yuyouyuan again. After thinking about it for a while, his head felt like it was going to explode.
"forget about it."
He immediately interrupted his behavior and looked at the room that was filled with cold air. The moonlight outside the window shone on the balcony, and when it shone into the room, it was also a little bright.
It was cold but tasteless, and the breath smelled so good. He suddenly thought of a short sentence to describe it: "What a fragrant and sweet air."
He was in a very good mood at the moment. After lying on the bed for a while and feeling that his body had recovered a lot, he couldn't help but get out of the quilt, came to the balcony, and looked out the window: a straight line of On the highway, from near to far, the street lights dimly illuminated the sparse traffic passing by quickly.
The wind blew across his face, and the view was beautiful, yet so far away.
