The ground sprinkled on the road she walked, but it did not make her feel pain, but made her feel more at ease.

Therefore, the sentence written by Mr. Romain Rolland in his autobiography is indeed a wise saying in the world: Only the pain of bleeding can make you feel that you are alive.

Sister Livia does not regret that she did not understand the true meaning of this sentence until now. She is just a little sad that she neither regained the original manuscript of Saint Tumi nor saved the brothers and sisters who went to the battlefield together. In the end, she even

She only survived by relying on the mercy of her enemies. Where should a person like her, a confused mortal, who has accomplished nothing, go?

There was the sound of water running from the front, and the sudden drop in temperature stimulated the exposed wounds, making Sister Livia startled.

Her mind was a little distracted, but she did not stop. She still moved forward subconsciously, holding on to the rock wall, and walked around the corner. Then, a small ferry suddenly burst into her eyes, and there were torches burning at the steps of the ferry.

The bright rising flames brought precious light to the lost traveler. The warm, but not dazzling firelight dimmed her eyes, as if covered with a layer of crimson mist.

The wooden sign at the ferry reads "Homecoming Station", and there is naturally a river next to it. The rapid water flows along another forked road, rushing towards the unknown dark end. The underground river network of Lunweiting is connected

The entire underground world has nurtured countless lives and deaths. It is said that if you keep searching along the common flow of these rivers, you can find the source of the Tewil River, the ancient glacier Nexavier, and the melted ice from that glacier.

Snow has molded the tenderness and stubbornness in the hearts of Lunweiting people.

Is this some kind of revelation?

Sister Livia stood blankly in front of the sign at the ferry, staring at the four words "Homecoming Stop", thinking in her mind which home she should go back to? Back to the home that was full of laughter and laughter when she was a child? But her parents had already passed away one after another.

After her death, that house was donated to charity by her, and it is now an orphanage, not her home; should she go back to St. Anville's Cross Church? That was the place where she lived the longest, and she was very fond of the church.

She is more familiar with every plant and tree than she is with herself, but it is also not her home. So, go back to the Nexavier Glacier in the ancient times? The common homeland of all Lunweiting people, their souls float there.

On the water, you will find the same snowflake on that glacier after death.

The non-stop water hits the rocks and stone walls in the water, and the splashing water infects the air all over the city. Tiny vortices quickly form and dissipate. Their existence may be shorter than a human dream.

Sister Livia raised her head and looked upstream of the river. In her sight, a shadow gradually enlarged and swam towards her from the darkness.

The shadow had a huge body, graceful posture and noble temperament. When he surfaced, there was a loud splashing sound, and waterfall-like water poured down from his long and slender neck covered with tiny scales.

, the entire ferry's firelight was suddenly occupied by half of him, and the remaining half was shrouded in Sister Livia's body. The confrontation between light and shadow was as tall as a mountain at this moment, and as distant as eternal night. He was condescending, and his eyes were like water snakes.

The cold yet tranquil vertical pupils were fixed on the nun beside the ferry.

The nun said nothing and looked at him quietly.

"Need to cross the river?"
Chapter completed!