C758 Vanishing memory

Pushing open the rough door, as if the fog had been dispelled, my pupils jumped, and a ray of light shone in my eyes.

The moonlight was like water as it flowed down the tip of her hair. A girl sat alone by the window in the cold and lonely room.

She turned her body to face me, her otherworldly temperament seemed out of place in the cycle of reincarnation.

The door opened and she heard a sound