His feet felt like they were filled with lead and his chest was gasping like a broken bellows. Bud ran back to the cottage where Gret lived again. This time, only a pool of blood was left on the open space.
Some people nearby opened their doors and ran out to put out the fire. This was a big deal. If it wasn't done properly, the houses here would also be burned down.
The noises when Gretel was beaten were much louder than this before. The sounds of struggling, insults, begging for mercy, and beatings lasted for a long time, but it was so quiet all around until the sound of a fire was heard in the distance.
Bud rushed into the small room. The group of people were no longer in the room. Only Gretel was lying curled up in the corner, covered in blood, breathing weakly.
"I'm sorry Gretel! I'm late. I'm a coward."
Looking at Gretel's miserable appearance, Bud burst into tears.
Sitting on the dusty ground stained with dried blood, Bud carefully helped Gretel to lean against the corner of the wall.
At this time, Gret's eyes were swollen and bruised, and he could not open them. He seemed to want to say something, but he had no strength left and could not even lift his arms.
Bard held his hand and called his name, trying to cheer him up and take him to a nearby temple, but Gretel couldn't say a word.
Then Bud tried to pick up Gretl, but he felt that Gretl had multiple fractures and an expression of extreme pain on her face, so he had to put her down.
Tears flowed silently, and the warm tears fell on Gret's wrists, splashing a few water stains.
Gretel seemed to sense something and moved her finger across Bud's palm. Bud looked at the finger carefully.
The weak fingers moved very slowly, as if with great effort, conveying the final words stroke by stroke.
'Don't...cry...so...much.'
After rowing, Gret's wish seemed to have been fulfilled. He slowly stopped breathing, his body became colder and colder, and no longer had the warmth of life.
On the other side of Hopeland, it is still immersed in the festive atmosphere. Even at night, many stalls are still open. The aroma of barbecue, orange lights, lively noise, and shopping tourists fill the streets and alleys in the city center.
"Lacey, don't rush home. There are still things to do later." Lan Lier pulled Lacey to stop in front of a stall selling shells, where a girl with black hair and brown skin stood.
"Yeah, there will be fireworks later."
"Lingxin, don't say it. I don't feel any anticipation at all." Lan Lier complained in a low voice.
As if he had noticed something, Loran Hill stood up and looked at the sky in the distance.
"What's wrong, Lacey?"
"I remembered that I have something else to do. I'm afraid I can't watch the fireworks with you guys."
With his transparent blue eyes hidden in the shadow of his hood, Loran Hill said goodbye softly to the two girls beside him, then turned and left.
Lingyin looked at the direction where Luo Lanxier left thoughtfully, when her friend's voice asked beside her.
"What happened to Lingyin?"
"Nothing much. By the way, how do you know this Miss Lacy?"
"It was Sister Dilera who introduced me. At that time...she was..."
"Is that so? That's good, because she's very powerful. Maybe you can't beat her."
"No way, Lingyin, I'm Sequence 5, and little Lacey is only Sequence 3 at most." Lan Lier looked unconvinced.
"You'll know later."
Bang--
Bang--
As a few soft sounds were heard in the distance, colorful fireworks slowly rose in the night sky, like stars rising from the earth, blooming with colorful colors in the air.
The colorful stars bloomed into huge flowing flowers, and the scattered light spots were like golden rain falling from the sky, and the empty night sky suddenly became lively.
Residents and tourists in the city stopped to watch, and bursts of laughter, blessings and prayers rang out among the crowd.
Then more fireworks rose from the ground, and the spectacular and beautiful scenery unfolded in the night sky of Hopeland like a scroll.
Gorgeous fireworks continued to rise and bloom, illuminating the dark alley.
A young man walked on the deserted street holding his friend's cold body, his hands heavy and sore. The hustle and bustle in the distance seemed so far away, as if they were in two different worlds.
The tears on his face slowly dried up in the night wind. He walked slowly through the deep alleys, wanting to bury his friend on the small hill by the sea.
A small canal ran through the edge of the city, and Bud stumbled onto a small bridge.
Fireworks rose in the distance, illuminating the bridge and casting ripples on the tranquil surface of the river. The boy's figure was vague in the cold firelight, appearing very lonely.
There were light footsteps coming from the front, and a slender figure appeared on the other side of the bridge. She was wearing grey boots and a black hooded robe. Her long light golden hair peeked out from between the hoods, and was coated with a light silver color by the moonlight.
Then the footsteps stopped.
Loran Hill looked at the familiar young man in front of him. His eyes were filled with sadness and he held a cold body in his hands. Behind him in the distance, there was black smoke and flames, and people's shouts could be heard from time to time.
"Still, are we late?"
Looking at the previously cowardly boy, she sighed softly, already having many guesses in her mind.
Bud looked at the girl on the bridge who had once helped him, and his steps paused. His hands finally couldn't bear the weight, and he fell to his knees, crying bitterly, but he blinked his eyes desperately to prevent a single tear from falling.
Loran Hill looked at the young man quietly. After a while, his choked sobs slowly stopped.
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