“Oops! It was another magic circle.” Anthea found the snow became bigger and bigger, Silaire’s safety barrier was almost entirely destroyed, they walked forward hardly, the snow was almost as deep as their knees, an old voice appearing “This is the illusion, you will see everything in your illusion.” Anthea and Silaire were falling into the snow.

“Where am I?” Anthea said, her head spinning, a minute later, she noticed this place wasn’t the mountain, but aren’t they in the mountains? Oh it was the magic circle.

Anthea stood up, looked around the room, a familiar smile appearing in her eyes, “Anthea, you awake.” The girl looked at her, “Alimita! You are not dead?” “Anthea! You want me to die?” Alimita said madly, “Of course not!” Anthea said, then she whispered “You are alive, very well.” Alimita didn't hear that. She walked in front of the desk, and took a bowl of medicine, then told Anthea “Drink it.” Anthea looked at the medicine, this reminded her that today is the day Alimita Inherit the throne. Alimita saw Anthea Stare blankly at the medicine, she shook her hand in front of her eyes, Anthea came to her senses, Alimita said again, “drink it.” “It was too bitter.” Anthea said, drinking it reluctantly, then Alimita gave her a candy. “I have something to do now, so you take a rest, I will come back soon.” “Okay, connect with phone.”

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After Alimita was gone, Anthea thought of what time it was. She only knew it was a day in her previous life, but she lived so long, as long as she doesn’t even remember, the name of every person she knew.

At Silaire’s side, in front of her is abyss, as deep as she can’t see the bottom.