The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Grandpa's five hundred yuan, the sunflower painting and the beret, these three simple things carry Clover's life.

She was a child who could not express her sadness. She silently swallowed all the grievances and pains in her heart and embarked on the long and lonely journey alone, heading towards the sun.

No one can truly understand how Clover did it. Even though her life is recorded in the notebook, it is just a brief description on paper.

Where is the future of Four-Leaf Clover?

Wandering in loneliness, not knowing where to return to, struggling in pain, unable to extricate myself.

Even so, she never gave up hope on life.

She is still just a child, not even an adult yet, but she is more mature than ordinary people.

The grass that was trying so hard to grow has withered and died, eaten by her as a monster.

This cruel fact was like a heavy shackle, making it hard for her to breathe.

“Wuwuwu…Ahhh…”

Heart-wrenching cries burst out from Theresa's mouth. She could no longer bear the tears that surged like a tide. She fell to the ground powerlessly and cried loudly.

She didn't want her tears to soak the paper, so she was trying hard to suppress her emotions.

The face that was finally able to express emotion was now filled with sadness. Tears flowed freely, leaving clear traces on her face.

The Saint of Judgment did the right thing; it was her duty.

What Clover did was indeed too dangerous. If something went wrong, the consequences would be disastrous, even though she had never hurt anyone.

This world seems to have its own cruel logic, making the wind and rain more likely to attack the already shaky roofs.

That's why Clover is anxiously longing for a safe haven - the identity of a saint.

Theresa huddled up tightly, hugging her white beret.

Another person died in her arms.

This cruel fact reminded her all the time that she was a monster and her appearance would only bring disaster.

Think about Oleg and Ina, the newlyweds who should have been happy, but her appearance was like a sudden storm, instantly dissipating their happiness.

Their dreams were shattered, their lives changed, and it was all because of her.

And there is Clover, the person who carefully planned the dream of living. Although she already knew the ending, she still struggled hard to survive in this cruel world.

However, the appearance of Theresa disrupted Clover's plan, and everything that should have belonged to her was destroyed.

For some unknown reason, the dark hand within him was quietly infected by Theresa's deep and sad emotions.

The originally irritable mood was temporarily suppressed at this moment.

As she had said before, the two of them were one.

The two black hands slowly lifted up the crying Theresa, and one of the tentacles gently wiped the tears from her cheek, with each touch carrying an indescribable concern.

Another tentacle nimbly hooked out the black bear's bloody paw in the dim cave, and then kept waving it in front of Theresa. All it could do was to give her delicious food.

"What? Ah... Qiu!"

Theresa's nose was tickled by something furry, and she couldn't help but sneeze. When she opened her eyes, she saw that it was the prickly hair on a black bear's paw that was causing the trouble.

She pushed away the bear paw handed to her by the black hand with disgust. How come there was still something left after this guy finished eating?

My eyes hurt so much, they will definitely be swollen tomorrow. It’s so annoying.

Black Hand heard Theresa's inner complaints and once again quietly surrounded Theresa. Its tentacles gently wrapped around Theresa and carefully covered her red eyes. Its long body radiated warmth.

"Thanks......"

Theresa murmured softly. The warmth from her eyes made her originally tense body and mind feel much better, and her emotions gradually calmed down.

So, are you trying to comfort me, Blackhand? What kind of being are you?

At that critical moment, you could easily take her body away while she was losing her mind, take over her dominant consciousness, and start a new chapter.

It's surprising and confusing that you didn't do that.

This behavior is very different from what is described in Clover's Diary.

"Ok?"

Theresa hummed in confusion because she suddenly felt something holding her left hand.

The cave was silent. Apart from the black bear that had been eaten to the point of leaving only its remains, only she and Black Hand were left.

She couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where...?"

Because her eyes were entangled and she couldn't see anything, she was like a blind person and could only rely on the other person to pull her forward, as if someone was holding her hand to cross the road.

The wind blows gently across my face, so cool.

Is this to take me out of this dark cave to feel the natural breeze?

The wind now only makes her feel endless sadness in her heart.

So bright... What on earth is so bright?

Even though my eyes were covered by a black hand, I could still feel a small spot of light.

What are you doing, Blackhand?

Theresa suddenly felt her feet suspended in the air, and her legs could swing back and forth.

Where is the road?

The road is no longer under my feet.

"Hmm!"

A small stone suddenly hit Theresa's head, causing her to groan.

All of a sudden I felt like I was flying into the air, and I didn't know where I landed.

The black hand that was wrapped around Theresa's eyes slowly loosened.

She slowly opened her eyes and found herself on the top of a mountain, greeted by the rising sun.

The red sun burst out from the distant horizon, and its golden light pierced the darkness before dawn like a sharp sword.

The warm sunlight gently fell on Theresa's body like a golden veil.

She stood quietly on the top of the mountain, the breeze blowing her ink-black hair, strands of hair fluttering in the wind, and the golden afterglow was reflected in her scarlet eyes.

If something goes wrong, just run towards the sun.

Clover's words continued to echo in Theresa's mind.

The words were concise and powerful, carrying a warm strength, like a bright light in the darkness, guiding her in the direction forward.

Running towards...the sun...?

Blackhand, Clover said that you were also very eager to survive at that time, right?

Theresa looked at the black hand beside her and thought silently.

The black hand did not speak, and could not speak. It just stayed quietly beside Theresa, watching the magnificent sun together.

I wonder if it can see the sun as a tentacle.