Temple Girl
Prologues

What will be yours,

forever will come back to your life.

Well it's life,

the strands of destiny, the,

and the blood that flows in your body.

The night was so cruel, the cold wind mixed with snow as white as bone was able to freeze anyone who was daring to pass through. The storm seemed reluctant to succumb to worsen the atmosphere, so everyone would choose to close the blanket, light the fireplace with a warm fire, and dissolve in sleep. It was just that it did not happen within the Wei residence, screams were often heard when the venerable family was fighting.

The woman who seemed to be the hostess was crying with her entire face covered, "i am no longer strong!" his roar was raucous, his face cloudy looking messy no longer caring about the look.

And their quarrel was able to be heard clearly by the little girl behind the thin door bulkhead, she stood with a pale face and her whole body shivered. But he did not intend to warm his body at all, his heart was numb to his body. The two ebony-colored eyeballs now seem to lose their light, stop wishing on the world.

And the continuation of this story can the girl guess when their quarrel reached an agreement, and the high-quality wooden door was wide open featuring three adult figures who somehow felt so distant and unfamiliar. They were both her parents, with one male servant.

Not difficult when lifting the body of the sickly little girl who was almost dying, he was dressed in luxurious warm clothes with soft feathers to withstand the cold. Although his feelings were not very useful because his body was already unable to feel, then his body felt drifting into a simple horse carriage belonging to the Wei family.

Long enough to be in a horse carriage, the little girl was reluctant to remember the direction where she went. In this stormy night, he simply fell silent feeling empty with his body and mind numb. The increasingly raging snow outside the train was not too heedless, Father and Mother did not even want to see the last moment.

Until his struggle was successful, he climbed some stairs and saw the old building look like it had been abandoned for years. Sliding the door with one hand, then the dark and cold room was the setting first seen by the two servants eyes. Stunned for a moment when feeling in the room was not too much different from the ferocity of the snow outside.

The hard banding of the figure he was carrying made the servant realize, he put the little girl on the ice-cold floor outside. And the girl with the dry baton spewed some fresh blood, the disease started when she was two years old.

During the hot day her body felt weak and unable to move, the girl often vomited blood several times like this. Whether it was how many healers and drugs were consumed with nil results, the girl did not improve and the more days she got weaker until she could not move her legs.

The girl looked so pitiful, even at her last death the eyes remained open. Accompanied by loneliness, and seeing the void. He also felt like he had forgotten his coldness, lying weakly curled up on the cold floor.

Until the girl finally gave a small smile as the dark scene began to touch and approach her, her consciousness slowly began to be snatched away and pain began to leave her. On a cold night, the little girl with the weak soul there disappeared slowly.

The To Be Continued...

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