Chapter 400 Her Ghost Boyfriend (26)

The broken stone door, the dust in the air, the dim light, the black-haired girl with a messy long skirt, the long sword standing in front of her, the falling rubble, and her exaggerated movements, everything was so absurd.

Gerald's body lost control of his breathing without him realizing it. He didn't dare to make any movement. Even the noise of breathing made him afraid that he would shatter this beautiful dream.

Gerald knew from a long time ago that he was a coward.

The tower could not withstand the unexpected shock.

She has a power that has no upper limit. Even if it strips her soul of her "original heart" that represents true love, this stripping power is far less fast than the speed at which she generates new emotions.

It is as if, as long as she sees him, as long as they exist in the same space, or even as long as they breathe the same air, the so-called "original heart" that symbolizes true love will be reborn again and again.

The tower appeared on the day when the "world" cursed the people of the empire.

Humans know their nature very well, so they know that no one is willing to sacrifice themselves. Even if someone is willing to sacrifice himself and walk into the tower, as time goes by, in the endless darkness of ignorance, the will of the sacrifice becomes numb. Who can guarantee that he can still stick to his determination to "sacrifice"?

So they spent twenty years to create a "pure and noble" puppet without self.

But this is ultimately just a delaying tactic. What the "world" wants to see is that humans, after using all means and exhausting all methods, will eventually witness their own destruction in despair and regret.

Therefore, after the will of the sacrifice who walks into the tower is extinguished, the curse will continue.

This is the curse of the "world", which makes humans think they have found hope and repeat the same mistakes, and then they clearly realize how hopeless they are, and then they usher in the end.

The moment Bai Yao swung his sword and appeared at this moment, it was like throwing a stone into the calm surface of a pond. The ripples broke the inherent side and allowed the "world" to see that humans might have another possibility.

The "song" of the tower disappeared, and everything that was turbulent was returning to calm.

Gerald watched the figure in front of him getting closer and closer to him. His skin felt the touch of the long-lost wind, his ears heard the firm footsteps, and finally his face. A pair of hands full of scratches lifted his face and caught his sight.

Bai Yao was now covered in dust. When she walked in the woods on weekdays, if her skirt was stained with a little mud, she would go home to take a shower and change into clean clothes. She had always pursued exquisiteness, and she had never been so sloppy in her life.

But she didn't care about anything now. All she saw in front of her was this stupid man.

Bai Yao chuckled, "Gerald, relax, breathe--"

His overly stiff body slowly changed slightly as he felt the warmth on his face. His back relaxed, his head lowered slightly, he opened his mouth and breathed the first fresh air in twenty years.

Like a small fish in the water, he jumped out of the water wantonly, and then, as expected, he was wrapped in the April sea breeze and sunshine.

Bai Yao kissed him.

It was very different from the kiss with Shadow Prince. His lips felt dryer and harder, but she could feel his breath. However, after a few more seconds, their kiss was no different from the previous one.

He was Gerald, and he was also Prince.

He was a brave man, and he was also a prince.

In her eyes, the world survived only because of him.

Gerald's hands were shaking. He wanted to hug her and feel the warmth of her body, but he was reluctant to give up the purple flower he had protected for twenty years.

However, Bai Yao threw the flower in his hand aside roughly.

Gerald was stunned for a moment, but the warmth on his lips was the best source of life for a traveler who was short of water. He suddenly fell into a reckless frenzy, with one hand tightly wrapped around her waist, his palm tightly pressing the girl's waist and abdomen, he and her were closely attached, intimate.

"Yaoyao... Yaoyao..."

His dependence seemed to have reached its peak, invading her mouth, entangled her breathing, but still desperately squeezing the gaps in his own breathing, constantly whispering her name.

Bai Yao's fingertips touched his soft golden hair, and his blurred eyes made her feel as if she had caught the sunshine. Every time she saw his green eyes filled with spring, she felt that she had monopolized a green forest. When she touched his pale skin, she suddenly felt that she was the only lucky person who could pick the snow lotus.

This is Prince, the living Gerald. He no longer exists only in the stories forgotten by more and more people, no longer just a name recorded briefly in history books, and no longer needs to bear the fate that one day he will be forgotten in the years and then cease to exist.

They needed more tenderness, just like two people entangled in water and about to drown, they could only snatch more breaths to live from each other.

But the imminent collapse of the tower would not leave them enough time.

Bai Yao held the face of the blond young man. There was still desire in his expression, and his green eyes were full of love and desire for her, but he looked very fragile. A rain mist seemed to be able to make him fall apart and disappear into dust.

She smiled softly and kissed the corner of his lips that had become more rosy. "Let's go home and continue."

Gerald had already lost all his autonomy. He was pulled up by her obediently, and she held his hand and stepped over the gravel on the ground step by step.

His eyes were glued to her all the time. He had forgotten the twenty years he had been imprisoned in darkness. There were still blue skies and green grass waiting for him to look back.

Unconsciously, his every blink and every breath gradually became the same frequency as hers.

It was as if he had become a puppet that could only imitate. It seemed that it was no different from his twenty years of being raised as a puppet, but he knew very well that it was different. If