Nastu also reflected on himself and felt that this was the thing he regretted most in his life.
"When I get back, I'll let her go and let her find the one she loves."
"After that man left, I sent someone to follow him, fearing that he would come back to destroy the relationship between me and her."
"The person who was following them was later discovered. Now they are traveling together and they send me letters every once in a while."
Su Yumo gradually stopped struggling, but Stu kept talking.
His chest rose and fell, and his exhaled breath flowed from the top of Su Yumo's head along his hair to the man's hand on his waist.
"I wrote her a year ago, asking her to find that man. I don't know if it reached her. If not, I will tell her in person."
As soon as he said it, he knew that he had really fallen for this woman whom he had only met for less than a month.
This was the first time he had explained so many things to someone.
Everything he had disdained to do before was now happening for the first time.
He couldn't explain why he had such feelings, they burst out from his heart uncontrollably.
Since when did his tolerance for her become limitless and he wanted to see her all the time?
What a puzzling question.
Su Yumo's mood calmed down a lot, and he supported himself on the ground with one arm.
"Let me get up first."
"No."
"If you don't let me, then don't let me."
Su Yumo stretched out his body and opened his arms naturally.
Like a bird's wings, her legs were spread out to the same arc as his, and her face was buried in his chest.
Without support, the entire weight fell on him.
"No matter what, you did something wrong. All we can say is that you have come to your senses and turned back."
"Um."
The two were silent for a moment. The sound of horses came from the hillside. The men who had picked the flowers were ready to set off. From their perspective, they could see two people overlapping.
The Khan turned out to be the man below.
With a smirk on their faces, they all tacitly agreed not to disturb the people on the hillside.
Su Yumo said: "It's time to go back.
Nastu sat up and said, "Let's go."
His plan fell through again.
Nastu watched her pat the dirt off her clothes and asked, "Why are your clothes so ugly?"
Although this is an indisputable fact, clothes are supported by the face.
Some ugly clothes no longer look ugly when worn by beautiful women.
Is this a disguised way of saying that she is not good-looking?
Su Yumo retorted: "You just said I was pretty? Are you a fickle man?"
"Just now we were talking about the face, now we are talking about the clothes."
"Clothes are the face, and the face is the clothes."
"Okay, the clothes look nice, and the face looks nice too."
"The order is wrong. You should say her face is pretty and her clothes are pretty too."
"Is there any difference?"
"You don't understand."
The two men walked towards the bottom of the hill while bickering.
Halfway through the walk, Su Yumo ran into the wind, his hair flying like willow branches in spring, full of vitality.
Stu followed behind. The person in front of him seemed very close to him, and he could catch up with her in three or four steps. But she also seemed very far away, so far that it would take him a lifetime to catch up with her.
He suddenly felt panicky.
He couldn't help but quicken his pace. He stretched out his hand and Su Yumo appeared in his arms.
He unconsciously hugged her tightly, and like many times before, bent down and kissed her lips.
They had just drunk water by the lake, and her lips were moist and light, without being chafed by the wind.
As a man who had seen steel, he could hardly imagine that the body of the woman in his arms was so soft.
Everything was soft, and his palm accidentally sank into it, sinking deeper and deeper.
He kissed her lips little by little, very lightly, without attacking or plundering, but as an apology and a plea for mercy.
Su Yumo opened his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled with his movements.
A strong wind blew, their clothes fluttered against each other, their hair tangled and swirled, and the two were inseparable.
When the wind stopped and the kiss ended, he slowly withdrew, lifted Su Yumo's face with both hands, and put their foreheads against each other.
"I admit that I was a jerk before, but I will definitely treat you well in the future and will never do such a thing again."
"If you do this again, I will cut off my family line."
Men are always so obsessed with swearing.
She came just to make him childless, and he even swore such a vow.
Su Yumo placed one of his hands on his chest, where his heart beat.
He said devoutly: "Believe me."
Su Yumo was startled by this solemn action.
All that's missing is a wedding march.
She bit the cheek in front of her, hitting the part with the most flesh.
She stared into his eyes and said viciously: "If you try to rob me again, I will bite you to death."
After saying this, he showed his teeth, made a fake grinding sound, and wrinkles appeared on his forehead, like a lion cub that had not yet been weaned.
Nastu was amused by her appearance, took her hand and ran downstairs.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Su Yumo lost control of his left and right feet, his heart was beating in his throat, and he was afraid of falling on his face.
She jumped up, jumped onto Nastu's back, and hugged his neck tightly.
Nastu steadily caught the person on his back, dragged his arms around her knees, and rushed down shouting.
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"We're finally here."
The soldiers' cheers rose one after another, and fireworks of various shapes rose in the sky ahead.
There is a black line underneath, outlining an abstract painting.
"Saren, I'm here."
Nastu ran to the front, whipping his horsewhip, with rows of teeth exposed in the air, and the wind took the opportunity to whiz in.
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