When Arthur was six years old, he placed a white conch in her hand.
"My name is Arthur. I'm your brother."
When she entered "Charlie IX", she had no idea that the phrase "brother" would become the most ambiguous title in the world in the next hundred years.
There is an extra system in my mind that talks a lot, called Xiaobei. On the first day, Xiaobei gave a friendly reminder: "Host, you and Arthur are not related by blood. It is legal and compliant to be together in the future."
"... He's only six years old!!" She roared in her heart.
She originally wanted to wait quietly until the plot was over and then find a way to go home. But on the night of the genocide, Arthur held her hand and ran in the fire; in the fight for property, she blocked hidden arrows and detoxified poison for him; under the deep sea, he stuffed the last conch into her palm: "I picked you up, you must always follow me."
Then follow along.
From the Aegean Sea to Atlantis, from childhood to centuries of eternity. Everyone said that the Atlantic shipping king was gentle and distant and never let anyone get close to him. Only she knew that the man with blond hair and blue eyes would braid her hair late at night, one by one, more patiently than the siren's song.
Someone asked her identity, Arthur smiled: "Sister."
Until late one night, he gently untied her braided hair, stroked the ends of her hair with his fingertips, and his voice was as low as the receding tide——
"Lina, you know very well that you have never been just a sister."
Arthur has never been less possessive than she is.
The whale song comes from the deep sea, and the stars fall on the Aegean Sea. The longest thing in this world is not eternal life, but every hundred years spent with you.
Reader comments
It's good to read, but the middle part made me a little sad. You must live with this book [crying] [plus one on the bookshelf]
It's good to read, but the middle part made me a little sad. You must live with this book [crying] [plus one on the bookshelf]