From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 118 Comfort
A world of white.

All was dead silent.

Gilan strolled among them, looking blank.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from ahead. Unhurried, with the same confused steps.

In the white fog, three figures slowly emerged, two men and one woman.

One of them is wearing a black coat and hat, carrying a cane; one is a white shirt and leather vest, with his hands in his pockets; one is wearing a lavender dress with a small waistcoat, and dangling earrings.

"Mr. Stork..."

Ji Lan was startled.

"And Mr. Oystercatcher, Miss Seagull?"

He looked happy and stepped forward quickly.

But no matter how hard he ran, he couldn't get even close to him.

Gilan turned to look to the left where the three of them were going. Over there, countless bombers were passing by, with shells raining down and making a roar.

The crackling sounds of gunfire were heard constantly, and flames flickered in the fog.

"do not go!"

Ji Lan's face tightened and he shouted quickly.

The three of them turned a deaf ear and walked forward on their own.

"Don't go!!"

Gillan shouted.

His voice echoed in the mist for a long time.

The distance between the two sides is getting farther and farther.

Until Mr. Stork and the three of them slowly walked away and disappeared into the vast fog.

Ji Lan couldn't help but stopped where he was, his breathing stagnant.

He felt out of breath.

next second.

"Hoo!!" He opened his eyes suddenly and took a big breath. "Huchi, wheeze..."

The pitter patter.

Crackling.

The heavy rain outside the window was like a hail of bullets, and the strong wind slapped the window frame, making noise. Ji Lan slowly sat up, and was shocked to realize that his forehead, chest and back were soaked with cold sweat.

In the small and damp hotel room, there was only one gas lamp hanging on the wall. The beautiful flower-shaped lampshade was blackened by smoke, and a faint light emitted from it.

"It's been raining for three days and it hasn't stopped yet."

Gilan turned to look at the rainy night outside the window, murmured with disgust, and got up from the worn sofa.

After using the hemostatic agent and the self-healing ability of the "blood" in the third stage of the physical training technique, his injuries were already healed in three days.

He got up from the sofa, walked straight to the edge of the bed and sat down gently.

Miss Sparrow was lying on her side on the bed, curled up and covered with a thin quilt. She changed into clean light yellow pajamas, and the injuries on her body had almost healed under the effects of throat medicine and magic gauze.

It's just that she lost her silky blond hair, her head was bald, her face was disfigured, and her fair skin turned into wrinkled and twisted burn scars.

With the faint light, Ji Lan saw that Miss Sparrow's eyes were closed tightly, tears were flowing out uncontrollably, leaving a large wet mark on the pillow.

"Miss Sparrow, are you okay?"

he whispered.

When Miss Sparrow heard the sound, her eyelids trembled slightly.

She quickly pulled up the thin quilt to cover her face, and a hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the quilt:
"Snow...Mr. Snow Owl, aren't you asleep yet?"

"I fell asleep and woke up again in the middle of the night."

"..."

The two fell into a brief silence.

After a while, a trilling sound came from under the quilt:
"Dad...Mr. Stork, Mr. Oystercatcher, and Miss Seagull...are they really, really gone?"

Ji Lan lowered his eyes, and after a while, he said in a deep voice:

"The Owena Federation troops raided Brak City, but I didn't see Mr. Fozzi. Maybe he is still alive."

"Woooo..."

Uncontrollable crying came from under the quilt.

After hearing Ji Lan's words, Miss Sparrow still didn't know that this was just comfort.

She has lost everything.

Relatives, friends, wealth, identity and appearance.

Now, she is just an ugly and useless monster.

"I will find a way to restore your original appearance and voice, Miss Sparrow."

Ji Lan took a deep breath and said softly.

"The mysterious realm has unpredictable power and means. This is not difficult." He then added:
"Certainly possible."

half an hour.

A hoarse sound of sobbing came from under the quilt:
"Thank you, Mr. Snow Owl."

Ji Lan's throat was blocked, and he glanced out the window again and ordered:

"It's been raining heavily these days and it's a bit cold. Please wear more clothes. The few sets of clothes I bought for you are placed in the suitcase beside the bed. If they don't fit, just tell me and I'll get them for you. Change."

Hearing this, Miss Sparrow felt warm in her heart.

But listening to the silence outside the window, with only the chirping of cicadas, she felt worried.

This is not the first time Mr. Snowy Owl has mentioned rain.

But it has been sunny these past few days, and it has never rained at all.

The sadness in her heart suddenly turned into worry for Mr. Snow Owl.

Perhaps, the death of his friends also affected him and caused him to have mental problems.

Miss Sparrow felt so sad that she couldn't help hiding under the quilt and asked:

"Mr. Snow Owl, don't you dislike me as an ugly and useless burden?"

"You are not ugly, nor are you a burden."

The young man's voice came.

"Your beauty comes more from the depths of your soul, the beauty of your heart. You won't stop being you just because you lose your appearance, Aurora."

"You will still be that cute and kind sparrow."

Miss Sparrow felt her nose sore when she heard his words.

Tears welled up in my eyes uncontrollably.

After a while, she slowly pulled down the thin quilt and mustered up the courage to reveal her ugly appearance.

"I...can I still hug you?" she said.

Ji Lan didn't show any emotion at all, he just silently stepped forward and gave her a hug.

Miss Sparrow's heart immediately felt comforted.

She took a deep breath and carefully stroked the blond young man's back with her wrinkled little hands. Immediately, he tried his best to control his voice, soften it, and slow it down to make it less hoarse and unpleasant:
"Mr. Snow Owl, I hope you won't be sad anymore. Mr. Stork and the others are good people. They will go to Omer's paradise and live happily in that pure land."

"Yeah." Gillan said. "I believe that."

He removed Miss Sparrow from his arms, held her back, and placed her gently on the bed.

"Go to sleep, you need rest now."

"Yes." Miss Sparrow agreed obediently and closed her eyes.

Ji Lan pulled the thin quilt over her and turned around silently.

After turning off the gas lamp, he walked out of the room.

He walked straight to the end of the hotel.

There is a small open-air garden here, filled with potted plants of all sizes that have been left unattended and have long since withered.

Gilan looked up at the slightly lighter rain, leaned against the old wall on the right side of the climbing frame, took out a cigarette case and a brass lighter, and lit one for himself.

Clang - miso!

Flames licked the top of the cigarette.

He faced the rainy night in silence, puffing smoke into the darkness.

The slightly bright cigarette butt flickered.

Gillan feels confused about the future.

He knew nothing about the imperial capital "Muse City", nor did he know the situation of the Farhan family he was about to face.

Gillan instinctively resisted the biological father he had never met.

Not to mention, there are those so-called brothers and sisters.

From Old Charles's description, we can know that his identity is the illegitimate son of the earl, so after arriving in the capital, he will inevitably come into contact with the upper class.

But regardless of his past life or this life, he is just an ordinary person.

'Fame, wealth and power...'

Gilan's deep blue eyes reflected the rainy night, looking profound.

'These are important, but not the most important. In this mysterious and unpredictable world where true gods exist, only strength is the foundation. '

'I can only become stronger, become stronger...'

He took another long drag on the cigarette, but suddenly, staring blankly at the burning light on half of the cigarette, he couldn't help but think of Mr. Oystercatcher's words:

"White, neat, clean, and no smell. I haven't seen such perfect teeth in a long time! But please note, you should smoke less cigarettes, which are not good for your teeth."

Snapped!
Gillan flicked his finger, and half of the cigarette flew into the heavy rain.

He took out the cigarette case again, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the ground.

Immediately, he turned and left.

(End of this chapter)