Chapter 241 (1/2)

There is no talk of the lotus, no crying, only a low whisper.

It's like a wife in the morning saying goodbye to her husband, a sunset husband coming back, and you come back gently. It's as plain as the wine in the glass, but the fragrance of the old is overflowing.

Deep in love, silence is better than sound.

The arms are outspread, xuanyuanche holds Liuyue tightly and tightly.

It is as if to rub Ryukyu into his body, into his blood and become one with him.

Head deeply buried in the neck of Ryukyu, silent tears along the lapel of Ryukyu infiltrated away, scalding a piece.

His wife, his moon.

He did not forget that when he left that day, the petite Ryukyu rushed into the vast fire without hesitation. He did not forget that in the fire, the bloody but persistent Ryukyu on his face.

The Ryukyu moon, which advances and retreats with itself, lives and dies together, and never leaves.

Three years apart, more than a thousand days and nights, thoughts have become a sea.

And now, he's back, he's finally back, back to protect his wife, the only one in this life.