It was a long time later, and Ranbai had another nightmare.

She pulled a chair over and sat by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the huge transparent glass window are the lights of thousands of houses, and the brightness is endless. This is nothing more than this in the world.

There was no sound of talking in the room, and it seemed extremely quiet when there was only one person.

Ranbai always smiles outside, either lazy or playful, and is very unscrupulous, but when he is alone, he doesn't laugh much. He even perfunctorily curls the curves of the corners of his mouth, and then smooths slightly every minute and second, without any turbulence.

Quietly, with dark pupils, and a feeling of wandering outside the world, like the wind, entangled when it is hot, and still without traces when it is calm, as you like, and freely retract and relax.

Fengluo has also been used to this period of time. After all, the bizarre things his host did due to insomnia are not done for a day or two.

Once, Ranbai fainted due to hypoglycemia, and Chen Zhiyu almost invited doctors from the entire hospital to consult.

The last one is a psychologist.

That day, the psychologist and Ranbai chatted for an hour, but no one knew what they had talked about in that hour.

It is also normal when the coloring white comes out, and it is quite helpless.

She just lost insomnia, there was no problem.

Instead, the psychologist thinks that his career has suffered a tragic defeat, and gave the only comment in a very complicated way.

——"She is the most normal patient I have ever met."

The most normal thing is the patient.

Feng Luo thought to himself, do you need to say that? The host of its family is also a psychologist, and he is still a fellow traveler with you.

In fact, at this time, the day was quiet, and Feng Luo didn’t want to disturb Ranbai too much.

It didn't know why it felt a palpitation, and it was difficult to explain clearly where that feeling came from. Just looking at the back of that person was uncontrollable.

Oh, it has no heart.

Feng Luo sighed, jumped out of the system space, quietly nestled on the ground, with his snow-white tail lightly raising, and enjoyed the city scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window with Ranbai. He saw it. Although these scenery is beautiful, they are all the same. After watching it for a long time, they don’t feel anything. It asked strangely: “What’s there to see?”

Ranbai just fell back on the chair, carelessly, her two pupils reflected light and shadow, which instantly went out. She was so excited for the first time, and suddenly said: "I used to see this when I was in the Vampire."

This was the first time Feng Luo heard Ran Bai talk about the blood clan, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"But the windows are not that big, and there are not so many people who see them."

Ranbai's tone was plain, like talking about a stranger.

"What can I see?" Feng Luo was a little curious.

"A peach tree is very tall, taller than the attic." Ranbai closed his eyes.

Feng Luo said, saying nothing, "I heard that the peach tree has a good meaning, longevity and health."

"Is that so? That's a pity."

"What a pity?"

"The person who lives there is a short-lived ghost."

Feng Luo couldn't help asking: "Who?"

"Forgot."

She remembered a lot recently, the looser the imprisonment, the more surging the memory.

But no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't remember who the person in the attic was, and she was buried in the heavy fog forever.

She only knew that the person who lived there was dead, and when he died, he was covered in blood.

Feng Luo was silent for a long time: "I heard that the forgotten people will think of them in my dreams."

"You heard it's not reliable." Ranbai pulled the corner of his lips, but did not smile, his wrists drooped beside him, pale and sick, "I've been dreaming every night, and I've never seen it."

Feng Luo subconsciously looked at Ran Bai, and no emotion could be seen from that strange face.

It wanted to ask what kind of dream it was, but even if it thought about it, it wouldn't be a good thing. It never heard Ran Bai say it, just like as long as she didn't say it, no one knew it.

She always seemed heartless, indulging herself in the plane to integrate into the plane, and always taking a trace of rationality and cold eyes to watch without any abnormality.

"I really can't tell that people like you, the host, will still have nightmares." Feng Luo sighed a little, obviously looking so unscrupulous.

Ranbai sneered: "Yes, just your IQ, what can you know if I don't say it?"

“…”

Why do you still insult the whole country as you say it?

It is undeniable that Ranbai is a person with deep thoughts, so deep that he will not reveal his true self and hide all his thoughts in places where no one knows them.

She doesn't need to talk or rely on it. She can always self-regulate and remain rational.

It’s not about deliberately concealing it, but purely unnecessary and not important.

Feng Luo has seen many people, Ranbai is the one he really dared not to guess. It is difficult to describe who this host is. I have been impressed countless times from understanding to overturning, but what is consistent is the restrained rationality, like a knife embedded in the bone marrow, deep into the flesh and blood, rooted and growing, and sharing life and death with her.

"Hey, sometimes it's not a bad thing to be more emotional than reason. You're too strict."

"I'm now-"

"I know!" Feng Luo interrupted her, "You are already pretending to be emotional enough now."

"It's really boring." Ranbai tsk, pinched his wrist, lowered his eyes and looked down at the lights in a scattered manner.

Feng Luo was happy: "In fact, we still have something in common."

“…”

Ranbai was silent for two seconds: "Don't insult me."

“???”

Feng Luofu: "Can you have a good heart-to-heart talk? Let me tell you! You can't stop this lonely night, or my mouth!"

Ranbai suddenly had the urge to throw Feng Luo into the small dark room.

Feng Luo muttered in a low voice: "I don't remember my past either."

Ranbai glanced at it.

"All systems will forget the past and only retain data." Feng Luo said seriously: "You still remember who you are. I have been a string of data since I was born."

"It's good to forget." Ranbai comforted it with a rare opportunity, "Maybe even more stupid in the past."

“…”

The sealed mouth is fragrant.

"Host, you are so urging me like this, so I can't even have any pitiful emotions."

"There are many poor people, you can go and be pitiful one by one."

Ranbai said lightly.

Feng Luo stopped talking and was quiet for a long time: "It's almost over, right?"

"Um."

“Will you see you again after the end?”

"You can see it if you want to."

"Will you be reluctant to let it go?"

"Won't."

"You are so cruel."

"Um."

Feng Luo never had such a strong feeling at any moment. She does not belong here or this world.

She should be her, no matter what kind of her it is.

Ranbai looked out the window for a long time, so long that she didn't feel bored at all. She covered her hands with her heart where her heart grew and heard the sound of her heartbeat.

The blood clan is born with no heart.

This was the last time she felt a human heartbeat.

The attic is very quiet and there is never a sound. Outside the narrow window, there is a peach tree that has lived for a long time. You have to raise your head hard to see the sky until your eyes are sore.
Chapter completed!