The book says: "In a quiet place, there are spirits. They know people's words and behave like ordinary people. Men are all blond and blue-eyed, while women have blue eyes. The blond hair is broken into gold, and the scars can be healed by warm water. The skin is like white jade and flawless, and there is the light of gravel when exposed to the sun. They are brave and good at fighting with long swords, and their appearance does not change when they are eighteen years old, so they can live forever, so they are the immortal tribe."
In the eyes of those seeking profit, she is a symbol of wealth, power, and unity. But in his eyes, she was an elf and an angel from the secret realm. She broke into his world when it was broken, but she amazed him all the time. In the thirteen years they have been together, their irrepressible emotions have grown wildly.
I want to possess her, but I want her to be happy, to love what she loves, to protect what she loves...
Unexpectedly, she was also like this...
The flower shop proprietress felt vaguely uneasy, and the snowy weather made people feel even colder. She was about to close the door early, but was frightened back by an officer standing at the door. The wounds on his body were flowing with blood, and his decadent look made the landlady couldn't believe that it would appear on his body. Even though he was extremely vicissitudes at this moment, she still recognized him at a glance.
"Xuer!" She looked at Xiuer who was alone in surprise.
He is now wearing a military uniform, looking majestic but his eyes are absent-minded. Suddenly, he is like a corpse crawling up from a pile of dead people, and he is very disappointed.
"Buying flowers, I guess."
A hoarse voice came out of his throat. He was obviously seventeen or eighteen years old, but he looked more than twenty years older at this moment.
The proprietress sensed something for a moment, and she responded to his request and went into the store to pack it.
A hoarse voice came from outside the door again, "This time, bring Gypsophila with you."
Accidentally, her finger was cut by the wrapping paper. She was heartbroken and her eyes wandered away. She asked regardless, "Where is she?"
Xiuer said nothing, and the white snow fell on him, just like a snowman, panting for warmth.
Xiure looked up at the sky, his eyes fluctuating as if he was remembering.
"She... Doesn't want me anymore."
Intention: Love and longevity, coexist with you