[Symbol: Determine the situation and decide the direction]

The symbol that is completely opposite to what it represents seems to be telling me something,

Fangran looked at the [Fog Card] for a moment, and then he suddenly heard Ling's loud voice of resistance coming from the curtain!

Fangran's eyes turned cold and lowered for a moment, and he suddenly stood up from the chair. His first reaction was that something unexpected had happened. The moment he was about to take action,

What I saw was the seamstress being pushed out with force.

"Sorry, sir, this little girl seems unwilling to let me give it to her..."

He didn't understand her explanation at all, ruling out the possibility of an accident. But Fangran, who had no idea what was going on, strode open the curtain.

Then what I saw was Ling, who was in disheveled clothes. She was biting her lip and tightly holding the half-scattered strip of cloth on her arm, huddled in the corner like a kitten that refused to be touched.

There are various small scars on the exposed arms.

It only took Fangran a moment to understand,

Why did Ling not untie the shabby strips of cloth wrapped around her arms and legs even after changing clothes at the mayor's house?

It also made him understand why Ling in his memory always wore black stockings and gothic long sleeves that hid her hands.

He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. He remained silent for a few seconds.

Then Fangran slowly walked up to Ling, touched her head and spoke softly:

"It's okay...It's okay. I will always be by your side from now on...You don't have to do those hard things anymore. Nothing like this will happen again,"

He took a deep breath to suppress the choking in his throat, smiled softly at her but said in an extremely serious tone:

"I promise."

...

...

The sky gradually dimmed, and the bright sunshine ended on the horizon,

The kerosene lamps in the small town of Delis lit up one by one at the station in the early 20th century. Gathered on the waiting platform were men in black suits holding newspapers and carrying suitcases on the seats.

A family of three waiting, a businessman and a woman looking in a hurry,

There was also a sleepy old man wearing a hat at the ticket office.

Then footsteps sounded on the steps of the entrance. The thick heels that civilians couldn't wear made steady footsteps, which made the men and women in the station look over there subconsciously.

What they saw was a man wearing a gorgeous gothic skirt in black and white, with long lace sleeves on his arms to hide his hands, and a pair of small leather short boots under black stockings on his slender legs.

Her light blond hair is tied up behind her head. She is a girl who is so delicate and beautiful that she is dressed like a doll.

She followed step by step behind the foreign young man who had changed into a gentleman of this era and wore a double-breasted suit jacket.

The two figures are hugely different, but they stand together in perfect harmony.

Woo————

The sound of steam neighing came from far and near, white smoke of steam emitted from the thick black smoke windows, and the steel wheels dyed vermilion slowly rushed into the platform with a cheering sound of "clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang and clang of steel wheels."

In an era when creations centered on internal combustion engines could not be promoted, a tool called the steam train, born in the first industrial revolution, gave humans a way to travel to more distant places.

The train stopped, the door opened, and the journey to one of the most prosperous cities in Italy opened.

Wearing a luxurious skirt that was as unreal as a dream, some couldn't believe that the delicate figure in the mirror was themselves. At this moment, the girl finally matched the appearance in Fangran's memory.

Looking at the 'steel monster' she had never seen before, she couldn't help but gently pinch the corner of the figure in front of her. Then she saw the young man carrying the suitcase, and gently raised the brim of the black hat to face it.

Smiling softly to myself:

"Ready to go?"
Chapter completed!