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📚 the fire of the heart. Episode 01

Dark times are dyed in flames.

The land sobbed, wailed, wailed.

Fate hates me.

One wishes only the heart to meet her.

The sound of sweet, melancholy meditation drifting in the air like an invisible arm, the cold sewing, stabbing every molecule of the body, so painful that it is almost unbearable, desiring only submission to release it from all pain; but the repeated chorus of poetry summons the rest of the consciousness, restraining it.

"Don't be afraid. I'll find you. No matter how many worlds I find you."

"Don't be afraid."

It looks like a viscous lump stuck in the throat. Finally, the girl choked until she was completely vomited. The delicate body flipped, cheated the neck, vomited into yellow sticky water. On a light snow cover, but apparently regurgitated the digestive water.

"Well, puke it all out." His rough hand slapped the girl's back. "It's okay. It's okay."

The stomach is hot, and yet it calls the girl very well. Beautiful eyes sweep around, but even more numb.

My little boy, his hand is still stroking her back, "Keep her alive, as your mother gave her life for you."

"You...What are you talking about? "

It is difficult to throttle the sound of speaking out. The throat is scorching. The owner of the beautiful eyes is full of life, staring at the owner of the rough hand. The woman in front of the hair gives off a long splash of hair. Wearing a coarse, turquoise cotton dress. The face has a former beauty layout. But this guard is dull and thin until the cheek responds to the bone of the cheekbone.

"What are you talking about, or are you sick?"

"Right here..."I don't want to use this question, but the girl doesn't really know which sentence to use." Where is this? "

"Oh, you are very sick. Hurry and go inside. Even at the end of winter, you see the snow is still thick. This year is very cold."

How to be really sick? The girl insisted on her body, stood up hard. Probably because the previous, fluttering on the snow-covered area, damped the clothes worn. The body immediately trembled.

"Yao Er, although abandoned to this cold house, you do not have to suffer yourself in a hurry to the Hereafter."

"Yao Er," said the girl, pointing her finger at herself. "Do you know my name?"

The woman opened her eyes and looked at her once beautiful orchid and shook her face with pity.

"Lin Nawi Yao, even his name, does not remember me? Do you remember me? I have heard that sick people sometimes lose their memory?"

"Lin-awy-yao. Oops!"

The girl raised her hand to the temples, and only stepped into the dilapidated room, almost unable to prevent the cold vapor, and the delicate body collapsed to sit on the floor, as if a storm raged in her head, and the memory of the water raged almost choked, and the girl finally knew who "Lin Nawi Yao" was.

"This...Cool Texts..."The girl murmured after the sparse headache, and slowly got up again. The floor was so cold. The clothes were thin. The owner of this body fell ill and died.

That's right, Lin Nawi Yao, the owner of this body, has died out, but Lin Nawi Yao, who was in an accident, broke through dimensions in ancient China, came into the body of Concubine Lin Nawi Yao, who was smeared and driven to this cold house.

"I am...I.....It's okay. Thank you, Aunt Zining, for your help. "

"So I'm back."

"Sir," the girl will walk to the other side, waving around.

"No, no, I can go back," said Zhuning, and walked back.

The back of the hand, with the scar of the fire, is more depressing, pathetic.

But now Lin Wei Yao is most pity on himself.

The girl went to drink water. The water was so cold that she wanted to shed tears. It was cold and she had to drink cold water again. No need to guess that there were no tea leaves, but the cold water that she drank helped her consciousness again.

Just in the blink of an eye, Lin Nawyao, who was hiking up the hill to explore the ancient forest with a team of three other explorers and a skilled villager on the trail, but unexpectedly, the girl relapsed with others and slipped into him. The terrible pain brought it to this ancient Chinese era.

"Hud Shi!" The sound of sneezing next to each other several times gave Lin Nawi Yao no time to pay attention to other things. Hurry to find dry clothes for the change. When removing the damp dress, the body appeared so thin that he saw the bones. It should be called "bone leather." From the memory received, it is not surprising that the owner of the body was in this condition.

Lin Nauviyao was only the daughter of the Chancellor of the ceremony, Lin Wencheng, but Lin Nauviyao was the son of a secondary wife whose mother came from a merchant family, although rich and rich, but in Zhuan was persecuted by his wife. After giving birth to a lovely daughter, not only a few years, the mother fell ill without her father's care. In the large and beautiful back, she grew up at the end of Zhuan so alone that at the age of fifteen, a beautiful woman was chosen as the emperor's pine. I do not know why Hu Yin Yin sent Lin Nauviyao in, and I do not know why she was recruited, even though she had no beauty. In the royal palace, the emperor was never a man. She never saw the service. Perhaps the emperor did not know the existence of Lin Nawyao. He entered the palace soon and was vilified as an unguilty man. Hong Hao sentenced him to the cold house. He knew the news and did not reach out to help him. He was here as if he were dead.

Or to put it right, Lin Nawi Yao is dead.

The girl uses her hand to spread her messy hair and lay down on a hard bed, pulling up an old blanket to cover her body. If she closes her eyes now, open her eyes again so she can go back to the 21st century.

📚 the fire of the heart.

✍️ by: Mina music

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