Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

She remembered the light that pierced through the puppet theater that day, and wished that one day someone could bring her light too.

That's enough. Let her feel a little warmth.

"Sandogne?"

"what?"

Sandoni paused for a moment, then saw Su Ming waving a bottle of ice water back and forth in front of her face. She reacted a beat too slowly and caught the bottle.

Su Ming looked at her with some confusion, "What's wrong with you today? You seem to be spacing out all the time. Could it be that you have Alzheimer's?"

"You're not that old yet. Take my advice, just wear white stockings more often."

Su Ming chuckled and chatted casually, while also enjoying the scenery of the Flower Festival.

"Don't give me that," Sandoni said, pursing her lips. She didn't know why she had been spacing out lately, as if she was thinking about something from the past.

It's strange. She'd clearly forgotten about it long ago, so why does she still think about it occasionally? She's not the type to dwell on the past, so this situation is certainly perplexing.

"It's so lively!" Lily of the Valley seemed quite happy, looking around at the novelties. It must be said that the Knights of the Windflower Festival really valued it. The venue was decorated in a very eye-catching way, with all kinds of flowers, both familiar and unfamiliar, used to decorate the streets, making the entire Mondstadt city seem like a sea of ​​flowers.

"This beautiful lady, would you like me to recite a poem for you?" Wendy stepped forward, carrying her harp, and flashed a knowing smile. "Of course, the reward will only be a small bottle of dandelion liqueur~"

Lily of the Valley blinked and responded with a smile, "This bard, your chest is recovering quite quickly."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Wendy's lips twitched slightly. This was really rubbing salt in the wound. How many people still saw that famous scene where Ma had his heart ripped out before?

Doesn't the mighty Barbatos have any pride?

So he doesn't care about face at all. Oh well, as long as we have dandelion wine, we can just pretend it never happened.

Sigh, life's tough. Even the legendary performer has to make a living for a bottle of wine; pride isn't that important anymore.

He's not like Morax. Someone who can build Morax himself shouldn't be short of money, right? He can borrow some later.

"Then shall we listen?"

Lily of the Valley took out a lot of Mora from her pocket, picked out just enough to buy a bottle of dandelion wine, and placed it on the wooden table next to Wendy.

Su Ming had no objections. In fact, he had long wanted to hear Wendy's piano skills, since it was a song played by the Wind God himself, and the price was quite low.

Who knows if I'll have another chance? At least I can hear some free poetry before I leave Mondstadt.

Sandoni pursed his lips, a complex mix of emotions flashing across his eyes, but even a puppet couldn't help but yearn for freedom upon hearing the word.

Even if she were free, she would have nowhere to go back to.

She... has no home for a long time.

The only meaning of survival seems to be serving the Queen in the name of a puppet. What else can one do?

Unlike Columbia, she never had a goal to pursue; she just wandered aimlessly in place, never truly taking the first step forward.

Sandonne knew very well that she was a coward, a coward who dared not change the status quo, and an escapist who was afraid that everything would fall apart.

She naively wanted to maintain everything as it was, believing that this was enough to make her happy, like a beautiful dream she didn't want to wake up from.

But dreams eventually end.

Chapter 125 You Promised Me

Let's rewind a little to last night.

"I'll take care of it. Su Ming will just carry her back."

Linglan smiled and pointed to Sandone, whose arms were wrapped around Su Ming's neck. Her blue eyes sparkled with the excitement of watching a gossip. "I have other things to do tonight and I won't be back in my room until very, very late. I definitely won't see anything I shouldn't see, and I definitely won't have any wild thoughts!"

Su Ming's lips twitched slightly. He had a feeling that Linglan had already imagined what it would be like when his and Sandone's child was an adult. Why hadn't he seen this girl so eager before?

"Woo..."

Sandone let out a sweet, innocent breath, snuggled her slightly cold body closer to Su Ming, and revealed a relieved smile.

Su Ming didn't understand why Sandone's body was so cold, no matter how much he tried to warm it up, it was as cold as a piece of iron.

"Then I'll go upstairs first. Come back as soon as you're done."

Su Ming was already worried that Linglan might be secretly listening at the door. This girl has really gone astray lately. He didn't know who she learned it from. She was so rude!

After saying that, Su Ming sneezed, then picked up Sandone and carried her back into the room.

"That's strange, how could drinking red wine make her this drunk?" Su Ming put Sandone on the bed and took off her white pantyhose.

I didn't really know Sandonne's alcohol tolerance before. Could it be that the puppet master is the type who gets drunk after just a sip of alcohol?

As expected of a loli, she is delicate and easily pushed over. However, Sandone doesn't seem that weak. Could it be because Tuanzi isn't around?

"No...don't go."

Just as Su Ming was about to get up, he was pulled back by Sandonne's two little hands. The force was more exaggerated than he had imagined, causing him to lose his balance and fall directly into Sandonne's arms.

A soft breath brushed against her ear, and Sandonne's voice, hazy with a hint of helplessness, said, "You said you wouldn't leave me..."

Huh? When did he say that?

Su Ming was a little confused. Was this really true?

No way, shouldn't you have said that to Suzuran last time?

"I can't see you, can you hold me tight?"

"It's so cold, are we going to die here...?"

I don't want to forget you.

Sandonne murmured, as if recalling something long forgotten.

Thinking he should first appease Sandone, Su Ming continued, following her train of thought, "Okay, okay, I promise I won't abandon you—"

The bursting bubbles surged in like a tidal wave, and the girl, her body covered in frost, used her last strength to embrace him, whispering in his ear, "You promised me..."

The waves receded, leaving only a pile of wreckage.

He seemed to hear an endless silence, and someone's mournful cry.

Su Ming suddenly felt a warmth. Sandone had opened her blue eyes at some point and gently kissed him, like a bubble.

The kiss was cold, yet filled with longing.

Sandonne seemed reluctant to part, clutching Su Ming's sleeve tightly, constantly asking for something, like the past... or perhaps the only remaining warmth.

Their lips parted, and Sandonna lay down on the bed and drifted off to sleep; it seemed she was truly asleep this time.

Su Ming was silent for a few seconds, then pulled the blanket up to Sandone's neck and gazed at the girl's peaceful sleeping face. He began to recall if he had forgotten anything.

He was certain that he hadn't done anything like that scene, which seemed to come and go like the tides.

I have never seen Sandoni so close to death.

It can't be that someone forcibly inserted this memory into him, and that the sense of reality was just an illusion.

Where does that overwhelming sorrow come from?

Su Ming didn't get an answer, or perhaps many questions in this world simply don't have answers.

The key that Sandonne searched for his entire life is now just a fleeting illusion; many things are destined to have no outcome.

But Su Ming was different; he didn't like this feeling of being swept along by fate and driven forward by destiny.

Sad?

Perhaps, but that's just how fate is.

There is no way to resist it; that is fate.

Sandone is a puppet, or perhaps everyone is a puppet, dragged along by invisible threads to perform, forever unable to escape the theater of fate.

"I will not abandon you, that is my promise."

Su Ming placed his hand on Sandone's forehead, gently stroked her hair, and finally landed on her cheek.

It was still cold, but a warm smile graced Sandoni's lips.

"I'm coming in..." Linglan first peeked out half her head, and when she saw that nothing had happened, her tone was clearly disappointed.

I was hoping to see some exciting and thrilling scenes, but it was really disappointing.

"All packed up, shall we rest here tonight?"

Lily of the Valley glanced at Sandone and found it amusing to see the haughty young lady sleeping so peacefully.

"Okay, goodnight," Su Ming lay down next to Sandone, looking at her face and feeling a sense of unfamiliarity for the first time.

It seemed he had never truly understood the girl's inner world.

What was she thinking?

How did she perceive all of this as a puppet, as Sandone?

"Good night."

Linglan leaned against Su Ming's other side, seemingly sensing his worries, and said softly, "Don't think too much. Sister Sandone doesn't seem like that kind of person, so don't worry."

Su Ming thought for a few seconds and realized that it made sense; what bad intentions could a proud and arrogant person have?

"you're right."

Su Ming yawned, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him. However, he had experienced similar feelings many times today, so he was used to it.

Has he really forgotten something? He and Sandoni had met at some point and said those things.

There might be something else related to the promise... but we didn't find out from the fragments just now.

“This isn’t like you at all,” Lily of the Valley said with a slight smile in the darkness, draping her leg over Su Ming’s body and breathing softly. “Don’t you want to touch the white stockings? Sister Sandone can’t let you touch them today.”

Under the cool moonlight, Su Ming seemed to see a seductive little vixen gently lifting a corner of her skirt, revealing alluring, snow-white skin.

Su Ming was somewhat shocked. When did the little nun become so skilled? Who led her astray? It was truly despicable!

As a virtuous person, he would never do such a perverted thing!

The feel is indeed as perfect as ever, truly worthy of the name Lily of the Valley.

Perfect jade feet!