The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Si Nian...Four Leaves...

Theresa murmured the name between her lips.

Missing...Who exactly are you missing?

A playful figure suddenly flashed through my mind. Was it grass?

"Uh hehe..." Theresa's laughter was full of bitterness and helplessness.

You two siblings are really hard to understand.

In the end, I seem to have become an unforgivable destroyer, a big dreamer who shattered your beautiful dreams, isn't it?

Theresa's body trembled slightly. She slowly squatted down, her eyes fixed on Steyan's dark green eyes. She gritted her teeth and threw a fierce punch.

Damn it, you're her brother! How could you be so cruel as to leave her in the snow like that?

What on earth are you thinking? How can you be so selfish!

Theresa roared, swinging her arms again, "Do you...know!"

The fist hit Steyan's face hard again.

At this time, Steyan's face was already covered with bruises and scars, and it was a horrible sight.

Theresa's voice became hoarse with anger. "That diary... is your sister!"

She was so emotionally agitated that after all this tossing and turning, she only felt a strong taste of blood in her mouth.

Fortunately, Black Hand reacted quickly and quietly wiped away the blood just as it was about to flow out from the gap between the teeth, preventing Theresa from being too embarrassed.

Xuelian stood there quietly, turning a blind eye to Theresa's emotional outburst.

As an older brother, he should have protected his family, but he did the opposite. Just for his so-called persistence or interests, he abandoned his sister and threw her into the snow like a worthless item.

People like this have cold hearts and it is difficult to arouse any sympathy from others.

You always talk about relying on yourself and not relying on external forces, but what's the reality? Your sister has courage and perseverance a hundred times stronger than you, who only talks about bullshit guardian angels!

It's just... like a clown, funny and ridiculous, trying to use those twisted logic to excuse himself.

Seeing Theresa so furious, Xuelian hurried forward and grabbed her hand. With a little force, she pulled Theresa into her arms.

She gently covered Theresa's cheeks with her hands, which exuded a hint of coldness, and said softly, "It's too late. You should go home and sleep first. I'll take care of this. Be good and listen."

Theresa was unable to calm down at this moment, especially her eyes, which were covered with a thin layer of red due to extreme anger.

Boiling blood and violently beating heart.

With the caress and comfort of Xuelian's cold hands, she gradually regained some sanity and her emotions began to calm down.

Theresa took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, and shouted loudly: "Black Hand! Come back!"

Following her instructions, the black hand that was originally attached to Steyan quickly detached and floated back like a black shadow.

Before leaving, Black Hand seemed to carry Theresa's resentment, and spat out the blood he had just absorbed from Stian at him. The blood dripped onto the ground beside Stian, splashing tiny blood flowers.

Then he slowly leaned against Theresa and turned away together.

"Alright, I'll deal with you now." Xuelian looked at Sidian and said slowly, "You did this on purpose, didn't you? You could have chosen me as your target, but you insisted on attacking her. What was your purpose?"

"I want to go to your prison, even if I'm not the final mediator."

......

Theresa dragged her tired body to the table and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Huh...what are these things...

She reached out and pulled out the chair, making a slight friction sound. Then she rummaged through the drawer for a while, pulled out a piece of white drawing paper, spread it flat on the table, and arranged the brushes and paints in order.

"Ugh."

She sighed dejectedly again, the turmoil in her heart taking a long time to calm down, and those troubled thoughts were like tangled threads entangled in her mind.

I have always been a non-confrontational person, living a carefree life like an idle fish, but I am always inexplicably involved in various troubles.

Is there really such a thing as fate?

The thought that perhaps I am being watched by God makes me wonder how my future will develop under the unknown will of God.

Now I understand why Sunflower is so obsessed with painting.

Only by pouring your thoughts into the brush and the colors can you find a brief moment of peace and let the restlessness in your heart gradually settle.

Theresa shifted slightly, pushing the chair away with her legs, making a slight noise. She picked up a paintbrush and unconsciously placed it on her slightly pouting lips.

My thoughts involuntarily drifted to Sunflower, Xiang Mingri's younger sister.

She remembered that Clover had met her before, and Xuelian seemed to have mentioned that she had seen her.

But what kind of person is she?

"do you know?"

Theresa took the paintbrush and moved it nimbly across the paper, and a lifelike sunflower appeared on the paper.

Oh, this right hand is still black.

I still don’t know how to exit this semi-filthy state.

The black hand lay lazily on Theresa's shoulder like a tamed little snake. Its originally agile body now seemed a little sluggish. It just stared at the painting handed to it silently, motionless, as if lost in thought.

Never mind, what can you see?

Just as she was about to put down the paper in her hand, the black hand suddenly reacted.

It slowly extended its tentacles and wrapped around Theresa's hands, preventing her from putting down the drawing paper. Then, its entire body gradually moved closer to the painting, occasionally touching the sunflowers on the painting with its soft tentacles.

"Um......?"

Theresa snorted softly, and at this delicate moment, the door outside was slowly pushed open with a creak.

Xuelian appeared at the door. She looked a little disheveled. The originally exquisite coat she was wearing had become tattered and was hanging on her body in tatters.

As she walked in, she gently brushed off the snowflakes in her hair. The snowflakes fell to the ground and formed a small puddle on the ground.

Xuelian looked up at Theresa and asked, "Are you okay now?"

"feels good."

"It feels good, but that doesn't mean it's not good. You have to understand that this situation is just a temporary relief. When this is over, you'll feel better."

Xuelian raised Theresa's black right arm and looked into her still golden eyes.

"Half-defiled?"

"almost."

"He... is done with it?"

"Yes, it's done."