【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

Gently patting away the snowflakes on the smooth black hair, the sparkling ice chain was hung again on the girl's head.

On the back of the tail, there is also a god's eye.

Dotore smoothed out the complicated-looking headdress with gentle and meticulous movements. He also straightened out the girl's hair that was a little messy in the wind, and finally placed a kiss on her hair.

The moment the kiss fell, a gust of wind, a little strong, stirred their cloaks and hair, and also pulled away the clouds that obscured the sky, making the dark sky clear at this moment.

On the night sky, a dazzling trace was slowly passing through the thick clouds that had not completely dispersed.

"meteor."

This meteor was probably just the announcer of a grand performance, the starting rope of a precise machine.

It fell silently, and even the people watching it forgot to make a sound, nor did they remember to close their hands and tell their wishes, as if they were afraid that this lonely falling sparkle would not be able to carry their excessive expectations or even wishful thinking.

But it doesn't matter.

Because this kind of silence often only lasts for a moment in the hustle and bustle.

Then, a grand curtain of light came towards people's wishes, just like the sparks that were still dancing in the bonfire floating into the sky, replacing the star messenger's wish to patrol people.

It's a meteor shower, and it's a brilliant one.

With the pocket watch closed, the hour hand quietly reached "12" in the darkness.

"Pity."

Dotore's voice sounded:

"We still deduced it wrong."

"Yeah." The girl responded, "But the result is pretty good."

At this moment, all the people who were looking forward to seeing shooting stars briefly forgot their long-planned wishes in this scene, and just looked quietly at the sky or the people around them.

Such as Dotore.

It seems that for him, no matter how gorgeous the scene is, it is just a foil for the people around him.

What else do you need to wish for?

On the one hand, Dotore doesn't believe in gods, let alone place his hope on such glowing garbage.

On the other hand, what he longed for required something from the gods.

Right next to him at this time.

"Did you make a wish?"

Countless lights flashed across the girl's eyes, as if all her good wishes had been visualized.

But the girl just shook her head.

"I don't watch shooting stars to make wishes."

The girl turned around and looked at Dotore:

"A meteor is just a cremation of something beyond the sky."

Then she pulled up Dotore and said:

"I just wanted to watch a shooting star with you."

Dotore lowered his eyebrows in disappointment, but the girl stretched out her hand and flicked Dotore's eyebrows:

"I mean, having you by my side makes this meteor shower meaningful."

"Watching shooting stars with you is my wish itself, and now it has come true."

In the vast night sky behind the girl, the meteor shower still did not stop.

Dotore's lowered eyebrows did not raise, but looked at the girl's lips.

So he raised his hand to cover the girl's eyes, bent down, and pressed her lips against her lips that seemed to be good at speaking words of love.

He didn't know how sincere and how coaxing the girl's words were.

But he wants to believe that these are true.

After all, people don't need to remain rational in relationships. On the contrary, if you want a relationship to last, appropriate confusion is necessary.

So what if she was lying to him now.

Anyway, there is only so much time to come, what if she is lying and she just believes it?

As if she was dissatisfied with Dotore's distraction, the girl held Dotore's face, her lips left Dotore, and she breathed ambiguously.

"Dotore," the girl looked into Dotore's eyes, "Happy anniversary."

-

Although Dotore has arranged it in advance in the tent on the mountain, the conditions are still not as good as the bed at home.

The girl was raised to be a bit squeamish. Although she was not mentally averse to hardship, her body still had a direct physiological response to the poorer conditions.

So even though Dotore volunteered to be her human cushion for half the night, the girl still slept uneasily.

When the girl opened the door curtain, there was already some snow outside, and some even fell into the tent.

The girl let out a soft breath, and a thick fog immediately appeared in front of her eyes.

The sky was still a rich purple-red, with the sun rising faintly.

"Didn't you sleep well?"

Dotore also woke up at this time, hugged the girl's waist from behind, put his head on the girl's shoulder, buried his face in the girl's neck and yawned.

"Fortunately."

The girl put her hand on Dotore's hand and tried to break the shackles, but failed.

"I won't let go."

The voice of Dotore's words could be called stiff, and he was clearly speaking coquettishly, but there was no coquettish tone at all. It was more like he was emphasizing something through these words.

Is this something like waking up angry?

The girl sighed softly:

"Look, the sun is coming out."

"Ok?"

Dotore then lazily raised his head and rested his chin on the girl's body. He also wrapped the girl in his cloak and took her into his arms.

There is really nothing to say about the view from this hilltop. It must have been cleaned up by Dotore, and there is nothing on the vast platform that obstructs the view. So the early morning light shone onto the faces of the two people without any obstruction. Although it was not strong, it still made the two newly awakened people squint their eyes.

Watch the shooting stars, watch the moon set, watch the sun rise.

In fact, these are meaningless things from Dotore's perspective. After all, in the past, these were just reminders of time for Dotore. After Dotore removed the fatigue, this insignificant effect disappeared.

So it seems that since he was very young, he has never calmed down and looked at the sky intently.

His arms tightened unconsciously, making it easier for him to feel the girl's presence more clearly.

The girl said last night that these things have meaning because of his existence.

In fact, the opposite is more appropriate.

Because of her, those boring things also have meaning.

"I love you."

The girl seemed stunned for a moment, but it was really just for a moment, and then she laughed:

"Aren't you going to call me a little canary now?"

Dotore's hair rubbed against the girl's cheek, he shook his head, and then nodded:

"I love even the little canary."

More than love.

In Dotore's current state, I'm afraid he could be a little canary for a girl.

As if he was afraid that the girl wouldn't believe it, Dotore repeated it again:

"I love you."

Then he waited expectantly for the girl's answer.

He didn't care if this would put the girl in a difficult situation and tell lies.

After all, as mentioned before, even if she lied to him, he would believe her.

"..."

There was a long silence, and even the sound of snowflakes falling into the snow was louder.

"I know, Dotore."