There seemed to be a tremor, and the moment he shouted that name, the bouquet of flowers in Xiao Xue's hand fell to the ground.
For some reason, tears fell from his face. There was obviously nothing in my mind, and my memory was blank. I didn't even feel sadness, but the tears fell so unsatisfactorily.
Everything seemed so familiar, but yet erratic and far away.
Above the head, it seemed as if a mass from heaven was being sung.
But in front of him, there was a sea of fire in which the church collapsed and the world collapsed.
In the sea of fire, the young man opened his mouth and seemed to be saying something. There was no sound, just the sound of a roaring fire.
But Xiao Xue understood. From the opening and closing of his lips, she understood what he was going to say.
"Wait for me, Irisviel, even... Forever." He said.
Wait for him, keep waiting for him, even if it lasts forever.
Without blood, how could the color of power be so bright? . .
The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness does not receive the light.
And after all, you are just a pawn of mine. . .