Chapter 57 July Flower (End) Hold Me Tight
"You better lie to me."
Zelsa lowered her head and rested it on his lower abdomen, saying this with a wry smile.
"I'm not as good as you think. You'd better lie to me. Lie to me that at least there were a few moments when your fake act was real."
"I won't lie to you anymore." Ye Yanze looked at the falling snow outside the window.
Here are two cowards who are afraid to look each other in the eye and speak the truth.
"When you were in Gaya, did you ever think about just being with me?"
"I have thought about it." Ye Yanze closed his eyes and continued, "I was thinking about it the same day I left Gaya."
Zelsa chuckled quietly, and then concluded with certainty: "You like me."
"You like me so much. You liar."
Ye Yanze also laughed with him, turned his head to lean on his shoulder, hugged his back tightly, and acknowledged in a low voice.
"You found me."
Outside the house, the snow was still falling in the capital, and the endless green pine and cypress forest was covered with white. It was so warm inside the house. Ye Yanze could smell the warm sunshine on his body, and a little bitter medicine.
"I also know that you didn't sign Luther's marriage contract."
Ye Yanze really didn't expect that he would discover this.
Zelsa snorted and laughed. He began to doubt from the moment Ye Yanze did not take the oath at the ceremony. Before the marriage contract was signed, the oath was the marriage contract itself. In the past, the marriage contract could be ruled invalid if only one party took the oath.
Later, they were anxious to get him to cancel the engagement. The judge in charge was afraid of this commoner emperor, so he showed him the engagement.
Zelsa was worried, so she looked through their registration book again and confirmed that their names were not there.
That's why he didn't do anything more unreliable. It was hard for Sunny, who was forced to become a half-engagement expert because of this.
"But I thought about being with Luther, and at that time I really wanted to give up on you." Ye Yanze didn't want to lie to him.
Zelsa accepted it well and whispered to him, "It doesn't matter, he is the clown anyway."
Ye Yanze was silent for a while, then turned to face Zelsa's smiling face. His Adam's apple rolled, then he sighed and smiled.
Zelsa squatted in front of him, unable to see his eyes clearly, but could only hear his laughter, not knowing that he was crying.
*
Luther sat at his desk, looking at the sapphire brooch in front of him, with piles of documents thrown beside him.
"I have thought about it." "I was thinking about it the day I left Gaya." "You found out."
He clenched the jewel brooch tightly, but suddenly let go at the last moment.
"How does it feel to lose to yourself?"
A casual voice suddenly sounded in the silent room. It could be heard that it belonged to a young man. The rhythm of his pronunciation was very comfortable, calm and slow.
"Aren't you just here to take a look? You have violated the rules by using the main system permissions three times."
"Who is he?" Luther said word by word. "I knew him before, didn't I?"
"What do you think? Someone who has access to your core database, someone you can't even tolerate yourself."
Luther was silent, looking at the sapphire in his hand.
"Give me one last bit of time."
The voice snorted lightly, and then drew out a long laugh. "Well, I owe you a favor."
*
It had been snowing in the royal capital for several days in a row. Fortunately, it was only intermittent and did not cause any trouble. It only accumulated in a thick layer in the woods in the backyard. The other roads were quickly cleared, revealing the black roads.
Ye Yanze looked at Luther's letter carefully in front of the candlelight. It was different from what he expected. He did not mention Zelsa, nor did he write several pages of long and eloquent words. The letter only repeatedly warned him not to use purification in person, and especially not to activate the magic circle in advance.
"If all this is just a dream of yours, then I will wake you up gently without shedding a single tear."
The light ink spread a little, and Ye Yanze looked at the last sentence he wrote and rubbed his fingers over the words.
Apart from deliberate imitation, are there two people in this world with exactly the same handwriting?
Ye Yanze quickly put the matter aside. It was useless to think too much. He had no chance to solve the mystery of Luther. Sometimes when he looked at him, he always felt that they were groping for each other through the fog. Many times he would be surprised to find that he and Zelsa were so different, but so consistent.
Perhaps it was because of this similarity that he could not really accept Luther. But he used his power to fulfill his last wish, so he had to give him something in return. He wanted a wedding, and he did his best to give it to him.
Ye Yanze counted carefully, and found that in his two lifetimes, he had exchanged interests, expressed sincerity and falsehood, but in the end, he still couldn't give Zelsa a good ending.
He has not been awake much these days, and he can always be seen guarding by his side. Ye Yanze always reminds himself not to delay any longer. He tells him now not to let him stand up high and then push him down with his own hands, as that would cause him to fall very painfully.
But he couldn't say it.
"What are you peeking at behind my back?" Zelsa's voice was very close. Ye Yanze had no intention of hiding, but Zelsa just glanced at it and found that it was Luther's signature, then looked away without interest.
Zelsa pulled the paper out of his hand and threw it aside, then suddenly leaned over and kissed him a few times. Ye Yanze felt that he was not too close, so he supported himself with his arms and smelled a slight burning smell.
Ye Yanze put his arms around his neck, leaned close to his neck and sniffed it, but it seemed to be just an illusion, so he let go.
"Lie down with me for a while."
It was gloomy and dark outside the window. Although it was dusk, there was not a single brilliant cloud. The curtains were mostly drawn, and only a candlestick beside the bed was lit in the room.
"I feel cold. I just came back from outside." Zelsa became honest and his words were not like his usual self.
Ye Yanze had less patience than a green bean and ordered him directly: "Hurry up, there's no need to talk so much."
Zelsa rolled his eyes at him when he saw him, his pointed face sunk into the pillow, with no flesh on his cheeks. He took off his coat, opened the quilt and lay beside him, his face hidden in the shadow, looking at the person under the candlelight.
Ye Yanze touched his hand under the quilt and found that he was really cold, but he didn't mind. He turned over and put it in his pajamas.
The warm and soft belly shivered with cold, and Ye Yanze complained to him in a low voice. In fact, Zelsa's body was always hot, and her elemental power was red flame. It was abnormal for her body to be so cold. It could only be that she had overdrawn her strength and stood in the snow for a long time.
Zelsa couldn't stand this and wanted to pull him in and hug him tight and kiss him until he rolled his eyes and hit him, but he just withdrew his hand and rubbed it to warm it up before moving closer to him.
"Is it because I caught you reading Luther's letter that you are so nice to me?"
Ye Yanze was lying on his side, his cheek pressed against his hair. He frowned when he heard that, then stretched out his foot and kicked him on the waist, missing it. But he rolled his eyes and turned away, not wanting to pay attention to him.
Zelsa reached out to pull him back, and then leaned over to apologize. Ye Yanze rested his head on his arm, and saw that his black eyes looked a little helpless and a little uneasy.
"You've been so nice to me lately." He lowered his head and couldn't help but kiss his light-colored eyebrows, eyes and nose tip. He laughed. "I always feel like I'm eating my last meal."
Ye Yanze closed his eyes and pressed his chest against his, listening to his pounding heartbeat and his soft breathing. He put his hands on his waist, but didn't feel any soft flesh and ended up only twisting the muscles.
"Do you think I want to?"
Ye Yanze spoke softly, but Zelsa heard it. He was silent for a long time, and finally squeezed out these words.
"Is there no possibility at all?"
Ye Yanze pressed against his chest, took his hand and covered his heart, and whispered gently as if he was coaxing Aurora.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know that before."
In the darkness, Zelsa hugged him tightly, the heart beating slowly under her palm, he could feel the elemental forces swirling and gathering inside, they were locked inside, refusing to provide any nourishment to this body.
The candlelight flickered slightly, the bean-sized light was blurry and clear, and soon spread out like it was wet with water. Zelsa lowered her head and could still smell the faint fragrance in his hair. His body was still warm and covering him, and she could still feel the movement of his shallow breathing.
"Ye Yanze, you are so mean."
Ye Yanze heard his trembling voice, and he tried hard to squeeze every word out of his throat.
"Don't say bad things about me." Ye Yanze wiped all his tears and snot on his body in revenge.
"Why didn't you hook up with me earlier in your previous life?"
When Ye Yanze heard him accusing him like this, he retorted in a trembling voice.
"I would have come to this point in my previous life. What's the difference?"
Zelsa didn't answer him, but just kept repeating incoherently: "Too short, no time, too little..."
Ye Yanze finally told him, only to find that the person who couldn't be calm was not just Zelsa, he was also unwilling and reluctant.
Ye Yanze finally grabbed his collar and burst into tears. He would not cry out loud, that was a survival instinct he had since childhood. He held his whole body together and cried non-stop.
At some point, Zelsa's hands patted his back again and again, and Ye Yanze finally cried out, but it was only a small cry.
Zelsa held his clenched fist, pinched the back of his neck and kissed his tearful eyes. The scene in front of Ye Yanze seemed to be blurred by water. Rough fingers rubbed his cheek, and cold drops of water hit his nose and lips.
Ye Yanze put his arms around his neck, wanting him to taste the bitter taste with him, mixed with the satisfaction and pleasure that came from the numbing nerve endings.
Two weeks after the first snow in the capital, the roads in the capital were still clean, but the streets were a little too quiet. Zelsa stood in the square to greet Luther.
Zelsa stood at the front, his red cape with white fur edges was stained with snow particles. He was much thinner, and the corners of his face were more obvious and sharp, but his demeanor already had a kind of restrained majesty. He didn't wear a crown, but no one would mistake him.
Luther, followed by a group of great wizards, strode towards Zelsa. The people on both sides were very nervous, worried that the other side would ambush him.
He was exhausted after riding back on horseback, his hair was damp from the snow, and the jewel brooch on his chest was well protected under his dark blue cloak.
"Let me go see him."
Luther didn't want to waste any more time talking to him. He tried his best to suppress his hostility and told himself that he was just a part of himself and there was no need to be angry with him.
"No need, he needs more rest now." Zelsa's tone was strangely calm, and he looked unmoved.
"If I can, I really want to kill you." Luther grabbed his collar, and immediately there was the sound of an iron sword being unsheathed, and the nerves on both sides were tense.
"I know, because I am the same." Zelsa was the calm one. He pushed away Luther's hand and laughed mockingly: "If I didn't have a strange warning voice in my mind every time I wanted to kill you, you wouldn't be alive now."
"Who are you?"
Luther looked at him with pity and laughed mockingly: "You are not qualified to know."
Without even moving an eyebrow, Zelsa asked directly, "How do we save him?"
Luther was stunned at first, then sneered: "His death is not his end, but your end."
"Are you going to selfishly leave him here?"
"We all died once..."
"I know." Luther looked at his expression and couldn't help but see more pain in him. "It won't happen again."
"Take me to see him." Luther mentioned again impatiently.
Zelsa glanced at him, turned around and was about to leave: "You are not here to save him, so there is no need for you to see him."
When Zelsa returned to the temple, Ye Yanze was still sleeping, and Ed was squatting beside the bed, wiping the sweat off his body after his fever had just subsided. Zelsa stood outside to cool off for a while, then came over to take over from Ed.
He wrung out the handkerchief and wiped his cheek, then sat on the ground and gently pushed aside his hair. He flicked his eyelashes with his fingers, and when he saw him frown and open his hand in a daze, he withdrew his hand as if relieved.
"Stay with me for a while." Zelsa lowered his voice, thought for a moment and said even more quietly: "Anyway, I have the final say."
Ed left quietly, dazed as he walked, not even noticing that the medicine bowl in his hand was about to fall. It was Sunny who reached out and gently reminded him.
"Ah. Thank you." He came back to his senses and whispered thank you, then smiled in curiosity, which seemed a little forced.
Sunny leaned against the pillar at the edge of the corridor. The snowflakes were falling heavier than in the past few days. The temple was very quiet. The withered flowers and leaves in the garden had been shoveled away long ago, but it was difficult to keep anything alive at this time, so they had to turn over the soil and leave it there to dry.
"Has Your Highness ever been like this before?" Sunny asked him softly, in a chatty tone. She just thought that it would be better if there wasn't one more person who was almost going crazy from suppressing himself every day. That one was stubborn, while this one could still communicate.
"His Highness used to be very thin and ate very quickly, but he could always eat no matter how bad the food tasted, and he rarely got sick." A smile appeared on Ed's face. Sunny did not interrupt, but listened quietly to the snowflakes.
"At that time, he was quiet and ignored people. He was already a saint's son, and the servants assigned to him were rude to him, but he didn't care. It seemed that as long as he had food to eat and could survive, he was fine."
Ed originally thought there was nothing special to say, but gradually he remembered a lot of things.
"Many people looked down on him before, but later many people revered him and regarded him as a god. He has changed a little bit now. He will smile and talk to people gently, and gradually people can't figure out his thoughts. But no matter how he changes, he still doesn't like to take medicine. He is a little willful occasionally. He is a very good child."
"He is a little gentle, so I have to be a little mean, otherwise I would have been bullied to death. I learned this medical skill later, to prevent someone from bribing the medical officer to give me drugs. After a long time, I really developed my skills."
Ed looked at the medicine bowl in his hand, with a little brown medicine bottom floating in the porcelain bowl. "But I still can't find a medicine that is not bitter and looks good."
He was Hope's servant before. Servants were lowly and would kill people if they were not satisfied. No one knew what he was after, and he offended the prince, wasting his own strength and using healing to save him.
Later I found out that it was because I had secretly given him a piece of bread when he was hungry.
"His healing has saved so many people, but he can't help himself." Ed chuckled: "What kind of punishment from God is this?"
"What are your plans for the future?" Sunny suddenly asked him.
Ed was not angry because Ye Yanze had asked him once while leaning against the bed. At that time, he lost his composure for the first time in his life and smashed the bowl in front of him in anger.
Ye Yanze groaned softly and told him with a smile, "Being free is a good thing. From now on, think less about me and more about yourself." Ed immediately threw the teacup next to him.
"Let's take it one step at a time. Maybe your highness will be well tomorrow." Ed bowed and turned to leave with the medicine bowl. Sunny sighed, which was rare. Parting is a very cruel thing, and so is witnessing the parting of others.
Sunny waited for a while before she straightened the documents and sleeves in her hands. This was the tenderness of Sunny as a friend. She walked all the way to the closed bedroom and knocked softly on the door.
"You'd better go over there." Sunny lowered her voice. Zelsa closed the door quietly, put on her coat, looked at the documents, then nodded slightly and hurried downstairs.
In the cypress forest behind the temple, Luther held a thick blanket in his arms, a blue light flashed in his eyes, and then he entered the temple as if no one was around. He walked all the way to the inner hall, and the people guarding outside seemed not to see him.
Luther opened the bedroom door with familiarity. The room was not bright because the curtains were drawn, and there was a candlestick lit beside the bed. Ye Yanze woke up and saw Luther walking to his side with hazy eyes.
"You're back." Ye Yanze couldn't help but smile when he saw that he brought a blanket. Luther hugged him and sat up. Luther asked him first.
"Did you get my letter?"
"Got it. I understand everything except the last sentence." Ye Yanze looked listless and had some difficulty speaking.
"It's ridiculous, isn't it? After all the calculations, this is it."
Luther pinched the ring on his finger and shook his head: "That doesn't matter to you."
"Ding - Stage mission completed - about to leave the small world 07-02, please make the target person turn evil as soon as possible."
Ye Yanze subconsciously tightened his grip on his hand, recalling the inexplicable mechanical sound from his previous life.
"What the hell are you..." Luther put clothes on him, wrapped him in a blanket, and shook his head.
"There's no time. He's coming back."
The information in Zelsa's hand fell to the ground. Sunny looked at him in doubt. His face suddenly turned very bad. He turned around, mounted his horse and headed back to the temple.
As soon as he entered the outer hall, he stopped for a moment, turned around and ran towards the garden, following the footprints on the snow all the way to the woods. Not long after, he saw a figure not far away.
Luther put the hood on him. Ye Yanze couldn't stand steadily and could only lean on him and watch from a distance.
"Are you crazy?"
Zelsa took a few steps towards him, the hot air he exhaled quickly turned into white mist, and he looked at his blue and frozen fingers anxiously.
Luther grabbed Ye Yanze's hand and whispered in his ear, "Kill him."
Ye Yanze curled up his fingers: "Impossible."
"You heard the voice just now. None of this is real. It's just a dream. Kill him and you will wake up."
Luther held his hand tightly, and Ye Yanze condensed Luther's blue light on his fingertips. Zelsa stood there in a daze, looking at Luther with anger, and red flames condensed in his hands.
No matter what the consequences, he must be killed.
"Didn't you ask me how to save him?" Luther looked at him, bent down lovingly and kissed his frozen white cheek.
"I can just kill you."
Ye Yanze controlled the elemental power in his palm and said coldly: "I don't believe what you say."
"I know that you killed him with your own hands in your last life, but everything happened again. This time is different. You heard that voice, and there is only one last step left."
Ye Yanze subconsciously agreed with what Luther said: "Blackening mission?"
"Yes." Luther raised his hand and looked at Zelsa who was thoughtful not far away.
"There's no need to kill him in the black mission." Ye Yanze quickly calmed down: "Are you lying to me? Is this your selfish motive?"
Luther chuckled softly: "Before he dies, his black value will definitely be full."
"I will die soon, and his dark value will be full." Ye Yanze quickly found a breakthrough.
"Are you so sure of his love for you? How can you guarantee that it will be full before you die?" Luther retorted slowly. He lied, but Ye Yanze would not know.
The snow had started to fall heavier at some point, and the pines and cypresses all around were emerald green. Zelsa was standing not far away, and the red flame in her hand suddenly went out. She stood there silently, looking at him.
Ye Yanze closed his eyes and asked him in a trembling voice: "What will happen if you fail to complete the task?"
Luther frowned, couldn't help but tighten his grip, and sighed: "What if I tell you that you will die? What if you really die?"
Luther hugged him and forced Ye Yanze to look at him: "He is me, I am him, you don't have to be reluctant." Ye Yanze asked him in a trembling voice: "He is you, you are him?"
Luther softened his tone: "Yes, didn't you feel it?" He looked at Zelsa who had remained silent, with hatred in his eyes, and said: "Until now, don't you know who I am?"
Zelsa chuckled softly and looked at Ye Yanze: "He is also me. Now I know everything that is in his mind. Most of what he told you is true."
Ye Yanze raised his head and felt the snowflakes falling on his face. He let out a long breath and the white mist dissipated in the air.
"Then the mission fails." He said softly.
Luther subconsciously asked him back: "What?"
Ye Yanze broke free from his hand, lowered his eyelashes and looked at him again: "Then the mission has failed."
The blanket on his body fell into the snow, and he looked at Luther calmly: "I don't like the ending you arranged."
"I have chosen my ending."
As soon as he finished speaking, everything suddenly paused. The snowflakes that were about to fall on his eyelashes stopped, and the light purple water light froze at this moment.
"Give up?"
The voice appeared again, this time with undisguised ridicule.
"I don't understand." Luther looked at Ye Yanze blankly and reached out to brush away the snowflakes on his eyelashes. "I don't understand."
"What do you not understand? Don't you understand why he prefers Zelza even though it's obviously you? Or do you not understand why he would rather die than accept the ending you arranged?"
“I don’t understand.”
"It's because you don't understand that you lose." The voice stretched out, and every word pierced people's hearts: "Okay, you should go back."
Luther walked up to Ye Yanze in silence, bent down and kissed his eyelashes, and then his figure gradually faded until it disappeared completely.
Another figure suddenly solidified in the air. He had dark brown hair that was half long and slightly curly, a pair of beautiful fox eyes that looked innocent and gentle when he smiled, and a small mole on the bridge of his nose.
He looked around Ye Yanze, patted his head with his hand, and sighed with a smile: "It's not easy."
Then he bent his finger and flicked his forehead, with a stern face, but it didn't look very lethal.
"But you deserve it. If you can't let go of someone you should let go of, you are doomed to suffer."
All this was just a short moment, the snow continued to fall, Ye Yanze blinked, turned his head to look at Zelsa. Zelsa's face changed, and before he took off his cloak, Ye Yanze threw himself into his arms.
"Why are we here?" Ye Yanze got under his shirt and put his cold hands on his abdominal muscles. Zelsa hissed, wrapped him tightly, picked him up and walked back quickly.
"Are you cold?"
"It's freezing. Hurry up, go through the back door and don't let Ed see you."
Ed was shocked to see the two people appear in the room like this. He pushed them to sit by the fireplace and warm themselves by the fire. He busied himself around until Ye Yanze's face showed some color.
Zelsa held him and covered his hands, then took off the ugly red socks on her feet and put them by the fireplace to warm them.
"I'm not asking you to avoid Ed."
Ye Yanze leaned on him and complained quietly. Zelsa choked and whispered in his ear: "You told me to go through the back door. It was completely your misjudgment."
Ed was so angry that he smashed two more cups.
"Why are we going out?" Ye Yanze couldn't remember anything and subconsciously looked to his right.
Zelsha lifted his hand, lowered her head and kissed the silver ring on his hand. "I don't know, I just remember there was a very annoying person."
Ye Yanze touched the ring on his hand twice. It felt so familiar, yet strange.
After a day and night of snow, Zelsa hugged Ye Yanze from behind and sat in front of the fireplace. Neither of them spoke first. The air was filled with the smell of caramel and cream, as well as the sweetness of cooked custard.
The black tea at hand was steaming, and there was a bite of koru on the plate next to it.
“The cracks are about to appear.”
Ye Yanze leaned back against his chest, and Zelsa lowered her head to press on top of him, wrapping her long legs around him.
"Tomorrow, please don't go with me."
Zelsa's Adam's apple rolled before she answered, "Not good."
Ye Yanze was awake for a short time and felt a little sleepy again. He leaned on him and said, "Then hold me tight."
"No." Zelsa hugged him tightly now, her hand on his heart.
The next day was destined not to be a sunny day. The sudden increase in the concentration of elemental erosion made the royal capital look so much like Gaya at that time.
Ye Yanze walked into the cloakroom holding on to the wall. Zelsa's eyes were red. He knew that she had been staring at him for several nights without sleeping.
Ye Yanze took off his pajamas, revealing his thin shoulders. His hair hung down to cover his waist and hips. He looked back at Zelsa and smiled.
This time, Zelsa calmly took a piece of clothing and helped him put it on: "We've already slept together. It's not tempting at all."
Ye Yanze lay on his shoulder and twisted his ear.
He was wearing a white robe with gold flowers, with ribbons and tassels weighing down his shoulders. Zelsa calmly helped him braid his hair, then suddenly took out a golden olive leaf crown and asked him to wear a white veil.
"It's not like we're getting married, why?"
Zelsa was stunned for a moment, but unexpectedly insisted. Ye Yanze did not refuse, but lifted the white veil and took the initiative to raise her head and kiss him.
Zelsa rode on the same horse as him, the same horse that belonged to Gaia. This time, they were also seeing each other off. Zelsa walked very slowly. Both sides of the road were crowded with people looking around. Sunny and Ed followed them.
They didn't know what His Highness was going to do, they just thought that His Highness was going to get married. Even though he hadn't shown up for a while, they shouted loudly and excitedly, "His Highness the Holy Son."
Then suddenly some bright red petals floated over. Ye Yanze pinched one and found that it was made of cloth. He couldn't help but smile and turned around to show it to Zelsa.
He lowered his head and looked at him and smiled, as if it really was a wedding.
"Your Highness!"
Ye Yanze subconsciously looked up, and saw silk petals floating down from the sky. Many people spontaneously stood on the roof and scattered them down. Horse hooves stepped on the colorful petals on the ground, and under the lead-gray clouds were bright laughter and blessings, as well as colorful petals.
Standing by the altar were those people he was familiar with. Bella couldn't laugh and hid behind Lily who was holding Aurora. Neil also had a stern face, but they looked at Ye Yanze who was always smiling and smiled at him.
Zelsa held his hand all the time and wouldn't let go. Ye Yanze turned around and looked at him while standing on the altar.
Zelsa kept smiling, and then looked into his light purple eyes and whispered.
"I pledge to you my loyalty and love from my birth till death. May you love me."
Ye Yanze listened carefully, then held his hand tightly and looked into his black eyes.
"I swear to you that I will be loyal to you until death, and I will give you my one and only true heart. I wish you happiness."
He smiled at Zelsa, waiting for him to lift the white veil. Zelsa's hands were shaking, but she was smiling. He bent down, and Ye Yanze stood on tiptoe, kissing each other amid waves of cheers.
Zelsa leaned close to his ear, suppressed her trembling voice and let go of his hand: "Let's go."
Ye Yanze turned around and closed his eyes. He felt a tearing pain in his heart. He stretched out his hand and whispered
“Purification.”
This time, golden light emanated from his chest, and the light from his fingertips illuminated the magic circle. The light particles in the sky dispersed the dark clouds. Ye Yanze took out the dagger from his sleeve and looked back at him for the last time.
The dagger pierced the chest and then was pulled out, and blood spilled on the magic circle.
Zelsa staggered a few steps and walked to his side, holding on to the stone pillar.
"The blackening mission has been completed, and I have left the 07-02 small world. My memory is being cleansed... Error..."
"hold me."
Ye Yanze collapsed to the ground exhausted. Zelsa caught him and pressed his palm on his chest, feeling his heart stop beating little by little.
His hands were covered in blood, and the golden light in the sky did not fade for a long time. He lowered his head and reached out to touch his eyelashes, but he no longer frowned and brushed him away. He just smiled, closed his eyes and fell asleep in his arms.
"07-02, recovered, congratulations, you have completed two world missions."
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