The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

After confirming that his mother was fine, Jessica followed Kemp out of the room and into the small courtyard of the bungalow. After standing still, he took a deep breath and spoke to Jessica:

"I have a way to get the money to save Aunt Enlia."

"any solution!?"

Jessica grabbed Kemp's shirt as if she had found a life-saving straw, and frightened him so much that he waved his hands:

"Hey, wait, don't be impatient--"

"Tell me quickly! I want to save my mother!"

"I'm telling you, don't get excited..." Kemp patted Jessica's back gently, comforting her, "It'll be fine, okay? Xiaoxi, believe me..."

Jessica was slightly stunned when she heard Kemp call her "Xiao Xi". She trembled slightly, then gradually stabilized her breath and nodded.

"Actually, I talked to a sister this morning when I was delivering newspapers," Kemp tried to organize his words, trying to make himself sound more convincing, "She... Anyway, she roughly told me the rules of the competition. I thought about it for a long time and thought that if we can make good use of these rules, we might be able to... move away from Skinny Horse Lane."

"Move away from...Shouma Lane?" Jessica murmured, "But, isn't it to save mom?"

"Yes, yes, that's what I mean, the same thing," Kemp quickly changed the subject, "If we can get the evacuation bonus from Borderland, we can raise the money for Aunt Enlia's surgery, and she will get better."

"But...isn't the competition very dangerous?" Jessica said softly, "It seems...a lot of people will die."

"Don't worry, if the plan goes well, we won't need to fight with others."

As he spoke, Kemp gently grasped the pistol in the inside pocket of his clothes, as if to support his heart which was beating a little disorderly.

"Call Yu along, doesn't he like playing with guns? Let him have fun."

"But..." Jessica was still hesitant.

"Listen, Xiaoxi," Kemp suddenly grabbed Jessica's shoulders and looked at the bewildered girl, "You can't hesitate any longer. The competition will start in three days. If you can't catch up with this opportunity, then Aunt Enlia..."

Kemp shook the girl gently, and for a moment, she seemed to become completely lifeless, her pale blue eyes seemed a little dull.

But soon, she nodded slightly, as if she had regained her consciousness.

"I understand! Then we'll go find Yu tomorrow morning!"

"what..."

Kemp was a little surprised by the girl's initiative. He thought Jessica would hesitate for a long time, but he didn't expect her to overcome her fear so quickly.

Do I really want to take her into that hell? Suddenly, a thought flashed through Kemp's mind: If Jessica died in the competition, it would be his fault.

No, it's not my fault. All this was done to save Aunt Enlia.

Seeing that Kemp was hesitant, Jessica waved in front of him as if to urge him:

"How about it? Tomorrow morning?"

"what!"

After realizing what was happening, Kemp immediately nodded.

"no problem."

Yes, it’s all about saving Aunt Enlia and making life better.

Under the dark clouds of Shouma Lane, the young boy and the girl looked at each other, but they had different thoughts in their minds.

"Aunt Enlia will be fine."

......

1) Rain Addict (Part 6)

The lab time agreed with Lian was set for the next afternoon, so Perlis returned to her room bored. It seemed that her body gave her a signal that the battle was coming, and she began to make full use of all the time that could store energy for herself, like a battery being charged.

When leaving the steam-filled hall, Carly and Pace were "talking" very closely about something. Seeing how absorbed they were, Perlis left so quietly that even Carly didn't notice.

Normally, letting Carly grasp the flaws is just selling them to her ~ How could I really be grasped by her?

"thump."

After closing the door, Perlis threw herself on the bed, kicked off her shoes with her little feet, got into the quilt, domineeringly took the pillow beside her, and prepared to have a good afternoon nap.

"Mmm...soft..."

Unconsciously, the sound of raindrops seemed to be heard outside the window, which made Perlis very comfortable. Sleeping in bed on a rainy day, is there anything better than this in the world?

Rain, Perlis loves rain the most.

“Click…click…click…click…click…”

The softer the sound of raindrops, the more blurred Perlis's consciousness became. The warm fire spread warmth to every corner of the room, making her drowsy.

"Well..."

Just as Perlis was about to fall asleep, something gently touched her ear, followed by a whisper that was almost like a breath:

"I got you~Little White Flower~"

"Well!"

Perlis opened her eyes suddenly, and she turned around, just in time to meet Carly's smiling face——

"Ka..Kali!?"

I don't know when it started, but Carly got into Perlis's quilt and held her in her arms. At the head of Perlis's bed, some faint blue dots were floating, playing the sound of rain.

I actually used little birds to play the pre-recorded rain sound and hypnotize myself...

How...how could she succeed?!

Perlis tried to break free from Carly's arms, but the latter held her gently in her arms, preventing her from escaping.

"I've been hugged. Little White Flower lost this round. Let me hold you for a while."

"Who...who lost! Let me sleep!"

"Sleeping, sleeping in my arms is the same as sleeping~"

"I...don't want to..."

"Why are you embarrassed? We are the only ones here. No one will disturb us. Anyone who wants to disturb us has already been dealt with by me..."

Hey! Is Pace okay?

Looking at Carly's smug look, Perlis sighed slightly, pouted slightly, and snuggled into Carly's arms.

"..bad woman.."

"Haha, that's super bad!"

So, Perlis huddled slightly in Carly's arms and gently closed her eyes. Carly also tacitly continued to play the rhythm of raindrops for Perlis, which calmed her heart again.

"You know what? People like Xiao Baihua are called pluviophiles, people who have a special liking for rain."

In the warm bed, Carly gently stroked the back of Pearlis's head and whispered softly in her ear.

"You like to listen to the sound of rain, like to smell the smell of rain, and like to walk in the rain. You are a very poetic group of people..."

"Not everyone likes rain," Perlis said softly, "In fact, people prefer sunny days."

"It's all determined by instinct, just don't interfere with each other~"

"Um..."

Perlis gently buried herself in Carly's soft chest and closed her eyes. When everything in front of her was dark, she recalled the anxious look on Pace's face at that time.

Who wouldn't be anxious when hearing that their family members have become pawns in the war?

But Pes did nothing wrong. The voice in Perlis's heart told her so. On Wanren Mountain, Pes could have abandoned Perlis and killed Venia to secure his position as the head of the family.

But he didn't. Was he a fool? Who would give up everything for a girl they had only known for a few days?

Faintly, behind Pace's actions, Perlis saw the essence gradually unfolding like a vein.

Pace saved himself, probably because he instinctively pursued the path of good deeds. Even if he went astray for the sake of temporary utilitarianism, his instinct would eventually pull him back on track.

But even so, his instinct for good was still denied because he violated the law. Just like those who like sunny days curse rainy days, rain addicts like Perlis regard the color of rain as their guiding principle.

So, who makes the rules?

If there must be an established rule for a group, then why are those who make the rule qualified to decide the right and wrong of all this? They are also people controlled by instinct. Since instinct is innate, why can they make others obey?

Those who follow the rules are homogenized into slaves; those who resist the rules are labeled heretics.

"You were supposed to be a painter, but you were forced to become a worker on an assembly line." Perlis whispered softly in Carly's arms.

"Huh? What?"

Carly obviously didn't keep up with Pearl's rapidly diverging thoughts, but pretended to be confused and patted her on the back gently.

"Does Little White Flower want to paint? Or do you want to experience screwing screws on the assembly line?"

"Carly, I want to discuss something seriously with you."

In Carly's arms, Perlis raised her head and looked at Carly with her blood-red eyes a little nervously, fearing that her thoughts would seem childish again.

"Sure," Carly smiled and nodded, "I take Little White Flower's creative ideas very seriously."

"Well...you can just treat me as if I'm talking nonsense."

Perlis paused for a moment, then asked her question softly:

"If... the only thing that determines whether a person's instinct is right or wrong is whether he holds a dagger in his hand, does that mean that anyone with a dagger can claim that his will is correct? If so, can a dagger alone negate anyone's innate characteristics?"

"Wait a minute, what is a dagger?" Carly laughed out loud at Perlis' serious expression, "Does your butterfly knife count?"

"It's... a manifestation of power! It's a metaphor!" Perlis punched Carly's chest lightly with her little fist to stop her from laughing, "Speak seriously!"

"Hahahaha, actually I understand. It's just that it's rare for you to talk so much and be so serious. You're so cute."

Carly patted Perlis's face gently, then straightened her mind slightly and spoke softly:

"You're asking whether it's correct that the Federation can achieve its claim of unification with just the Tower of Babel, right? I thought we already had the answer to this question~"

"This.. um..."

Perlis was stunned. She thought carefully and realized that her thinking was indeed a bit too abstract. She could have been more specific...

So stupid, it's an old problem...

"My answer," Carly paused, "is that I don't know."

"Eh?"

Perlis was somewhat surprised by Carly's answer, and her blood-red eyes widened slightly.

"Carly, don't you think the Federation is wrong?"

"I don't think everything the federation does is wrong, but I don't think everything the federation does is right either."

Carly hugged Perlis gently and continued:

“There is no such thing as black or white in the world. If you only think from one side, you will naturally miss many details of the overall situation.”

"No need to give examples. The prosperity of the Federation is right before your eyes. It is not fake. But this prosperity is built on a lot of mud. It is only the prosperity of a few people. So for those very few people, the Federation is right."

"Similarly, for the majority of people in the mud, the Federation is wrong. Right and wrong in the world are constantly changing depending on one's position. There is no absolute truth after a conclusion. You must see this clearly."

“You don’t have to think too much. Just think about whether your actions are consistent with everything you have been given—your instincts, your visions, your ideals. Once you have thought it through, go all out towards your goal. Even if the whole world sees you as an outlier, you have to be true to yourself.”

"That's enough."

After giving a long speech, Carly patted Perlis's head gently, as if she was comforting her own child who didn't want to go to sleep.

"Am I better at being reasonable than Little White Flower?"

"Well... just a little bit better..."

Curled up in Carly's arms, Perlis was thinking, and something seemed to surface in her mind.

Indeed, she didn't need to dwell on these things. All these fantasies were like some kind of mental poison. The more she reflected on them, the more she fell into a vicious circle, and it had no positive effect at all.

She just needed to grasp the current goal, that was enough. As for random thoughts, they would only slow down her pace and put herself in an endless cycle of nothingness.

Obviously, you just need to do what you want to do. If you think about it this way, it would be really stupid if you always have a head full of big principles...

"......"

Perlis recalled her original purpose: everything she had done so far was to stab Ivar with the blade of revenge again. She wanted the man to tell her the reason why he betrayed his father, and then make him explain the mastermind behind everything.

Then, she no longer cared about the rules set by those holding the dagger, and just overturned everything that stood in her way.