Time swept by, flattening every hollow and every rise.
Sometimes, when Emil looked up without thinking, he seemed to glimpse the restaurant at night through the hazy mist: the light refracting through red wine in glass cups and black tea in porcelain ones.
He walked through the moonlit garden. Moonlight flowed quietly over the leaves and flowers like water. His condition had improved a lot. He was less and less likely to be pulled into memories by the sound of a whistle. Though he still sometimes fell into unbearable pain, he gazed at the bright roses among the thorns, blazing red, more searing than flames.
He was no longer afraid, because at the end of the pain, there was always her.
The nightmares of the past followed him like a shadow, but her whistle had become the courage that let him rise from the brink of death.
Standing auspiciously hahaha the author is so cute
Climb with the author(
The first chapter is really a bit procrastinating. If you readers are interested, you can read the following chapters.
Ah, what a delicious meal!!
Ah, Sister Xinwen is ready to eat!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, I read all the chapters with my aunt laughing. Let the author write more. The child wants to eat.