However, unlike the teenagers who can see the endless grasslands and the burning continent, the dreams that the girl has only seen a white room.

In this room, nothing was there.

In this room, there is no end to cruelty.

This is just a pure white space.

There are only a lot of pungent medicinal smells here.

There are cold instruments here.

There is a dazzling quilt here.

The girl saw it.

In the quilt, a young child lay on it.

His breathing was extremely weak.

His body is unable to move.

He gradually lost the breath of life.

His body was covered with instrument lines.

He is almost dying.

The girl understood this fact clearly.

Of course, the boy himself also understood this fact and accepted it calmly.

There is no way, this is fate.

"Anyway, it's no difference between getting early and getting late."

The boy had already given up.

"Even if there is another ten years, there is nothing we can do to stay."

This is just an unrealistic delusion.

"Then why continue to waste time?"

That's what the boy thought.

Neither despair nor pain, it is just normal and I accept such results very often.

The girl understood all this.

However, while understanding, the girl was full of confusion.

After all, that's what the girl thinks.

"Why do your voice sound so sad?"

This is not the voice that a person who accepts a cruel fate should have.

The girl couldn't help but approached her and stretched out her hand to the boy lying on the bed.

It’s a pity that the girl was unable to touch the boy.

Because, the next second, the boy disappeared.

The girl stared at this scene in a daze, then closed her eyes.

In one of the pair of hidden ruby ​​eyes, something like tears flowed down.

The girl just thought.

"When will this dream wake up?"
Chapter completed!