Chapter 633 (1/2)

Bamboo forest

A girl in a white dress is lying in the withered leaves of gardenia yellow. Her black hair is scattered all over the ground, and her delicate posture fluctuates slightly with her breath.

With a gust of wind blowing, a little leaves fall from the air, spinning in the air, slowly falling on the girl's cheek. The dry leaf surface is crisp and thin, and it slides gently on the face, bringing a little crispy itching.

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly. After a long time, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at the sky covered by bamboo.

The light mist in the mountains is dyed purple like smoke cloud in the dusk. A few flowing clouds are moving in the sky, and a distant bird song is sometimes heard.

She sat up slowly, some dead leaves also fell from her body, causing slight ripples in the quiet bamboo forest.

Where is this?

The girl felt a little confused for a moment and couldn't remember how she was here.

Wait a minute. Who am I?

Another problem soon arose in my mind. For a moment, many pictures flashed in my mind, some quiet, some noisy, some shocking. But these pictures are very fragmented, although there is a kind of familiar feeling, but it is still difficult to sort out any effective information.

Shaking her dizzy head, she slowly got up, put her hand behind her back, photographed the scattered dead leaves and debris, and walked a few steps in the woodland to wake up.

Only then did she feel hungry.

Looking around, there seemed to be nothing to eat, so she began to walk in the woods.

Originally gravel, tree roots, pits, all over the rugged mountains, in walking, but it will not become an obstacle, but familiar with the road, as if it was her instinct.

As she walked, she soon heard the faint sound of running water in the distance.

Following the sound of the water, she quickened her speed and approached it. Soon a mountain stream appeared in her eyes.

Among the mossy rocks, the clear stream flows in it, making the sound of gurgling water. When she comes near, a cold vapor is also felt by her skin.

She squatted down by the stream and looked down at herself. She was about 17 years old? So the girl estimated.

The reflection of the ripples on the water surface is not clear. There are ripples in the running water. As the sun approaches sunset, it is also dim.

Looking for a place to sleep first, the girl thought that she would stretch her white fingers into the water, and the slightly cold touch would circle around her fingertips.

She simply washed her face with clean water, and then took care of her hair and clothes. Then she observed herself.

Looking at her face, she seemed very beautiful, but the stream was not clear, and she didn't know exactly what it looked like, but her facial features were correct and soft.

This should be what she looks like, she thought uncertainly, and seemed to feel that something was wrong.

At the moment, although there are some fragmentary pictures of the past in her mind, they are not systematic, which makes her uncertain. But now she feels more sober than before.