Transmigrating into a Doll Princess: Pink Princess

Unknowingly, I came to the end of the corridor.

A curved portal formed by several thick bamboos appeared in front of it.

There are air-dried white medicinal herbs hanging on both sides of the door, and there are wisps of fragrance, which is refreshing.

Long Fuyue caressed that vine, that medicinal herb.

These things are probably thousands of years old, right? [

It's really strange that it won't rot or decay.

The hall is surrounded by walls made of extremely thick green bamboos, with green and unknown vines climbing on it.

There are unknown small flowers blooming on the vines, exuding a pleasant fragrance faintly.

In the center of the hall was a round desk made of unknown wood, and on both sides of the desk were a few chairs carved from thick tree roots.

There is a primitive atmosphere in the simplicity...

In a trance, Long Fuyue seemed to see that the hall was full of elders of Nuwa clan at all levels, and a middle-aged man was sitting on that simple chair giving orders...

"Father..." With a low murmur, Long Fuyue couldn't help stretching out his hand.

All the phantoms disappeared, and the hall in front of him was empty, only he was hanging on each other.

Thousands of years seem to come in a flash.

Long Fuyue's heart seemed to be torn apart severely, sadness, mourning, and desolation all rushed up, and big tears rolled down.

There seemed to be a voice in my heart after thousands of years: "Father, I am back, Luoer is back..."

The voice was so strong that she held the back of the chair tightly, tears dripping down the back of her hand, and she couldn't wipe it dry.

Almost subconsciously, she turned through several portals and came to a portal woven with countless vines.

The furnishings in this portal are more elegant, somewhat like the ladies' boudoir.

Long Fuyue did not hesitate, and directly opened the drawer under the vanity mirror, and there were countless things lying quietly inside.

There are bamboo horses and dolls made of bamboo.

There are also rouge, face powder used by women, and countless ancient silver ornaments...

These things lay there quietly with the breath of long years.