I am a god in the secret world

Bai Cha held a transparent poppy and pushed open the unlocked door.

In an instant, white mist rose up.

When I looked back, it was already white outside.

Bai Cha looked at the witch who had her back to her and walked towards her step by step.

But the fog was also spreading towards the castle, and the fog in front of Bai Cha was getting thicker and thicker.

She could hardly see the witch anymore.

She quickened her pace, but in the next moment, she fell into the abyss.

……

"Camilia, Camilia, wake up..."

Someone was calling a strange name softly in my ear.

Bai Cha opened her eyes, but was forced to close them again because of the glaring sunlight.

Someone then quickly pulled the curtains shut.

Bai Cha then opened his eyes and sat up.

This is a gorgeous European-style room. She was wearing silk pajamas, which were also of retro style.

A strand of the silvery-white curly hair fell in front, and Bai Cha picked it up and took a look.

"Camilia, are you okay?"

A figure sat down beside her and held her in his arms. The gentle fragrance of flowers instantly enveloped her.

Bai Cha looked up and saw a white-haired woman with the same face as her mother.

Her eyes were as blue as the sky, reflecting Bai Cha's face, and her eyes were full of worry.

"Mother……"

Baicha spoke tentatively.

The woman sighed softly and reached out to stroke her hair.

"You really scared me. Don't go to the lake alone next time, okay?"

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable now?"

It was like entering a new copy and starting a new story.

Bai Cha was silent for a moment.

She suddenly felt a little tired of this kind of role-playing.

Her silence caught the woman's attention, making her touch her head more gently.

"It's okay. I'll go make you something delicious now. You'll feel better if you eat something."

Having said that, the woman stood up hurriedly.

Bai Cha looked at her back in the bright red Empire-style dress she was wearing, moved her body, stood up, and opened the curtains.

There is a vase on the windowsill, and on the vase there is a bouquet of flowers, nine flowers in total.

Those are the nine transparent poppies.

They actually came straight out of her backpack.

The vase is made of glass, which is translucent because the thickness of the glass is not very high, but the colorful spliced ​​glass is very beautiful.
You can vaguely see that the bottom of the flower is red.

Outside the window is a large garden. The flowers in the garden are golden and pink tulips, which are blooming brilliantly. They are very beautiful, like oil paintings.

Bai Cha withdrew his gaze, looked around the room again, and quickly locked his sight on a mirror.

The edge of the mirror is decorated with Baroque patterns and is inlaid with pearls and gems. It looks like a valuable full-length mirror, but its only function is to look in the mirror.

Bai Cha saw herself in the mirror, with white curly hair and blue eyes.

Even her eyelashes and eyebrows were white, almost identical to the image of the woman just now, except for the difference in their appearance and the fact that her skin color was not that pale.

"Camilia, have some fruit. I made some blueberry jam and some freshly baked bread."

The woman came back quickly, carrying a large plate of food and placed it on the table.

Bai Cha walked over barefoot.

When the woman saw that she was not wearing shoes, she hurried to get her slippers.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes, kid?"

There is actually a carpet on the floor, so you can wear it or not.

Bai Cha saw her squatting on the ground, reaching out to lift her feet to help her put on her shoes, and subconsciously took half a step back.

The woman then looked up with confusion on her face.

"I'll do it myself," Bai Cha said. The woman didn't force him, she put her shoes down, watched Bai Cha put them on, and then stood up.

"Then eat something. I'll make you some flower tea."

Without waiting for Bai Cha to say anything, she left in a hurry again.

Bai Cha looked at the fruit and bread and picked up one of the slices of bread.

The bread was certainly soft and tasted great.

The whole air was filled with a very warm floral scent.

It seemed to be left on that woman.

Bai Cha was thinking while chewing bread.

There is undoubtedly a story to be experienced in this castle.

Judging from the current situation, it seems that the mother and daughter have a deep affection for each other.

Baicha didn't know why, but he felt a little unmotivated.

Logically, she should now quickly look for clues in the surrounding environment to determine the situation.

Or she could just go ahead and test the woman more, she should obviously be cooperating in the acting.

But she suddenly felt very tired.

It feels very meaningless.

This idea is obviously abnormal.

Her feeling now is: there is no point in doing all this, it is better to just let it go, it is so annoying, it is endless, she is really fed up with these games.

Maybe it has something to do with the scent of the flowers, maybe it has something to do with the food in her hand, or maybe it has something to do with the entire copy.

In short, under the influence of this extremely negative thought, her motivation was indeed reduced by 90%.

Bai Cha finished a piece of bread, and the woman came back with another plate.

"It will take a while for the tea to heal. How are you feeling now?"

The woman's eyes were full of concern.

"Mom, I'm fine." Bai Cha spoke, but his mood was obviously not high.

So the worry in the woman's eyes did not dissipate, but instead made her hesitate to speak.

"I want to go out for a walk and bask in the sun." Bai Cha said again.

She really felt very weak, but her reason and clarity told her that she had to move now.

Otherwise, she would indeed stay here.

Along with this thought came the idea that if she wanted to stay here, she would stay here. It didn't matter. She had done it badly.

Bai Cha closed his eyes, too lazy to suppress these thoughts.

Anyway, I just want to go out for a walk, so I might as well go out for a walk.

The woman in front of her naturally agreed and reached out to hold her hand.

Contrary to what one might imagine, the other person's hands would be very cold, a woman's hands are very warm.

Instead, her hands seemed very cold.

I walked out of the room, through the corridor, and through the magnificent hall, and the sunlight suddenly shone on me.

The scene in the garden is beautiful, and there is a pavilion and a swing in the garden.

Bai Cha's attention was immediately attracted by the scenery, and then he walked to the swing.

Behind the swing is a rose bush with large blooming roses, which is planned into an arch bridge with the swing hanging on it.

"Want to play? Then sit on it and mommy will push you."

Bai Cha agreed.

There was a slight breeze blowing, and with the suitable temperature, Bai Cha felt even more like giving up.

This is a really nice view, isn’t it?
This kind of life seems to be very comfortable.

How great.

Otherwise... forget it, don't pursue anything anymore.

Stay.

Baicha's deep blue eyes gradually became confused.

I feel dizzy. I only have one photo today.