Chang Xia Wei Young [Second/war]

***All dialogues and psychological descriptions are for plot purposes and do not represent my own position! In addition, the work has applied for copyright registration, and any infringement will be investigated! *** The flower language of Gardenia: joy and strength, eternal love, and lifelong waiting. Heinrich never thought that such a simple name - 'Yu Zhi' - could be recited thousands of times in his heart silently. At that time, when he had just returned home from the military academy on vacation, his good mood was shattered by the scene in front of him - his unrelated little sister was back. We haven't seen her for several years, but she is still so easy to bully, and she was hurt and red-eyed after just a few words. The man stepped forward with an expressionless face and forced the offender away. Then he lightly threw a 'little witch' to her as a consolation, and received an 'owl' in reply in a low voice full of anger and grievance. At that time, he was still too young and didn't know how to deal with this sudden bond. He just pretended to be cold and hastily covered it up; he didn't know that all the gifts from fate had already been marked in secret. This joke is quietly betting on the rest of his life for him who is arrogant and awkward at the moment, and for him who will go through many vicissitudes in the future. Later, in the shadows of Berlin, he is her powerful protector and she is his 'troublesome' little sister. The smoke of gunpowder dispersed them, and the road ahead was unknown. Only an unspoken answer remained, which rang in each other's hearts over and over in five long years. The mountains are high and the road is long, covered with frost and snow. He was glad that he had protected her for half his life in the name of his brother, but what about the rest of his life? No, in the trance of countless midnight dreams, the hot longing imprinted the answer in the bottom of my heart, with nowhere to hide - the girl should smile at him under the white gauze and in the blessing. 1950, Summer solstice. Outside the prisoner of war camp, across the sea of ​​people, he walked towards her as if he had walked through the entire desolate winter. Thousands of words rolled in his throat, and finally condensed into a clumsy question, simple but using up the courage he had accumulated for half his life. "So now, Miss Witch, are you willing to marry me?" The man knelt down on one knee with a smile in the midst of the crowd's cheers. His tone was obviously a begging tone, but it showed a domineering tone that could not be refused. Taking the bouquet of gardenias in her hand, the ice in his eyes gradually melted away in the intense heat of hormones, "You have been waiting for me for 5 years. This time, I will wait for you." "Okay, I do. My... Mr. Owl." Yu Zhi smiled, still bright and warm, just like her beautiful name, the lush gardenias blooming in midsummer. The 'trouble-making' mixed-race little sister × the arrogant and sinister aristocratic officer—the little witch and the owl 2024.7.16//Published, 2025.10.7//Revised, the copy has been archived. Concept: There is no dispute between light blue and deep red, and the dew is rich in the sky.