Fortunately, the original owner, like a tenacious bamboo, weathered many storms in this bamboo forest and finally grew up, albeit with some bumps and bruises.
Zhu Yu pulled Ah Li into his arms and asked in a low voice, "How old were you back then?"
Ahri gestured: [Eight years old.]
Upon seeing this, Zhu Yu looked at the lonely grave with a strange expression. What use was such a mother?
If something unexpected happens, he might never meet Ahri in his lifetime.
Ah Li pulled Zhu Yu's head down, staring intently at him, and gestured, "From now on, you can only save people, not harm them, understand?"
This person should be able to stop committing murder, right?
Zhu Yu gently approached Ah Li, their noses almost touching. His voice was deep and gentle, like a spring breeze rustling through a bamboo forest, "Then you can't leave me. You have to keep an eye on me and keep an eye on me."
Ah Li nodded slightly, like a tender willow in the spring breeze. Before she could react, Zhu Yu gently embraced her and pressed her firmly onto the emerald green bamboo joints.
As if summoned by something, the bamboo leaves all around fluttered down, like a light bamboo rain, adding a touch of romance and mystery to the moment.
Later, Zhu Yu learned that there were two more graves not far away, and he stopped abruptly.
Then, noticing that Ahri was still a little dazed and was clutching his clothes tightly with both hands, he lightly kissed Ahri's lips and said, "Let's go back and continue."
Ah Li seemed to have just woken up, and covered her face as Zhu Yu picked her up.
When they got back, Ah Li was a little shy.
Aren't they moving too fast? This guy clearly wanted to tease her at first.
However, Zhu Yu didn't give Ah Li any time to think. He put her on the bamboo couch, brushed her hair aside, and kissed her.
In this gentle night, time seems to slow down.
Moonlight filtered through the veil of clouds, casting a silvery glow that resembled the gentle caress of angel wings upon the earth.
A gentle breeze blows outside, carrying the fragrance of the night, like the whispers of lovers, making one intoxicated by the tranquil and mysterious night.
The flowers bloom in the night, like shy maidens, reserved yet enchanting.
They sway gently in the breeze, as if you can hear the breath of the night and feel the pulse of the earth, as if telling the story of spring.
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