Collapse: Watching my simulation, why are there small pearls falling?

In the drifting snow and wind, a black-haired girl wearing an old dress, wrapped in a sheet with large patches, curled up under a roof.

But even so, the snow and wind in Brunia still took away the temperature in her body.

In this strange city where the temperature can reach 40 degrees during the day and snow and wind can blow at night, it is as difficult to spend a night in the wild with only a few thin clothes and a sheet as to put a lobster in boiling water for ten minutes and it is still alive.

——Such a thing is impossible.

No one is allowed outside at night in Brunia. This is common sense for people living in this city.

But the girl obviously didn't know.

This is indeed the case. The girl came from a hometown invaded by the antimatter army, which turned into a battlefield trampled by iron hooves and artillery fire.

Holding the hope for a better future, she heard about the prosperity of Lumbia, so she left her hometown and fled to this commercial city.

But she had heard about the prosperity of this city, but she didn't know that this city was also facing its own danger.

This ignorance was bringing her life to an end.

Feeling her body becoming weaker and weaker, the girl seemed to remember something. She trembled and took out a box of matches from her pocket. In the matchbox, the last fire lay quietly.

The girl had heard of a fairy tale book from another planet.

A story in it seemed similar to her situation.

On a dark and cold street on Thanksgiving Day,

A well-behaved and beautiful little match girl lit the match three times in hunger, coldness and loneliness, and saw different illusions in the firelight.

The illusion had a beautiful and warm family, a warm fireplace, and a mouth-watering turkey.

But that was only a dream before the girl died. When the match was lit, the girl made a small wish.

But the sad thing is that this wish only came once.

The girl smiled sadly on her pale face and slowly struck the match.

"Snap."

With the sound of light friction, the swaying weak firelight lit up in the wind and snow.

The girl did not see a warm fireplace, a steaming turkey, or a harmonious family.

The whimpering of the wind and snow continued. This was a cold reality, not a fantasy fairy tale.

The lit match only brought the girl a tiny bit of warmth.

Even though this little warmth could not change her fate, the girl still carefully shielded the wind and snow with her palms, trying to prolong the short warmth brought by the candlelight as much as possible.

But even so, the warm candle still could not resist its own fate of burning out, just like the girl's life, the weak flame went out, and the floating smoke drifted away with the wind and snow.

Leaning against the cold wall in the corner, the girl looked into the distance, trying to record the last scene of this world in her eyes.

But the next moment, her dimming eyes lit up.

To be precise, she saw the light.

Yes, it was literally the light.

Not far from the corner where the girl was leaning, a tall and thin young man dressed in a decent manner and wearing a top hat was holding a cane and dancing gracefully in the wind and snow.

There were elegant waltzes, tangos known for their passion, and passionate rumbas.

But as expected, these were all duets.

As for the young man's dance partner?

There were parasols left on the side of the road, scarecrows that came from nowhere, and animal dolls of the same height.

These were obviously dead objects without life, but they danced with the man in vivid movements.

What was even more surprising was that there was no prop above his head to provide light, but there was always a spotlight following his dance steps, which was why the girl saw the light.

Such a scene made the girl, whose life was about to end, open her eyes unconsciously and smile bitterly.

It is said that people see what they think before they die, but it is really strange that she saw such a scene.

Yes, the girl did not take such a scene as real.

After all, how could anyone dance outside in such a snowy and windy night?

How could there be a parasol as flexible as a human, and how could the scarecrow and animal dolls move vividly?

Only illusion can explain this.

With such thoughts, the girl closed her eyes peacefully and quietly welcomed the end of her life. (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

But at this time,

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"Oh~ this beautiful lady, it is obviously a rare fate for us to meet you on such a bright night. Please, can you dance with me?"

The gentle male voice used an exaggerated tone to speak words that the girl could not understand.

The girl slowly opened her eyes and saw the young man's face clearly.

He was about 20 years old, about 1.8 meters tall, with thin eyebrows and lips, and slightly curled eyelashes. It seems difficult to fully describe him with just the word handsome, but he is definitely a level that will be fascinated by the noble ladies of Brunia at a glance.

Perhaps noticing the girl's gaze, the young man held the head of the stick in his left hand and swung it around in a fancy way, standing in front of himself, and the tip of the stick hit the floor with a light sound.

He took a small step back and stretched out his right hand.

"So, ma'am, what's your answer?"

What a strange person...

Whether dancing alone in the middle of the night or with his dance partners, the young man in front of him exudes a strange aura.

The invitation to dance is even more unreasonable.

Would anyone invite a dying woman to dance?

Probably not.[]

The weak girl thought so.

Perhaps it was the encounter with such a strange person at the end of her life that gave the girl a little psychological comfort. She forced a smile and replied:

"As you can see... sir."

"I... am about to die, so this invitation... I should be... unable to accept..."

The girl was indeed about to die, and she used up all her strength to say every word.

But the young man just tilted his head strangely.

"But you are still alive, you can talk and laugh, you are a normal person, aren't you?"

Perhaps because of such a sentence, the girl's frosted mouth corners actually curved slightly.

"It's not like that... I am still alive now, but I am about to die, so..."

Before she finished speaking, the young man's finger touched her pale lips.

He smiled, "You just said no, right?"

After the words fell, the young man snapped his fingers lightly.

"A lie within a lie can be reversed."

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