swear to love heaven

Afraid of everything that can be felt easily, such as softness, delicateness, tenderness, happiness...

These things are things that will make people weak, and their existence will only make you cowardly, want to keep the ordinary life of extravagance, and become hesitant to move forward.

Ever since she could remember, she knew clearly that it was absolutely impossible for her to be like an ordinary person in her life... Enjoying family affection, having love, and experiencing friendship are things that should not even be dreamed about.

However, the weeping little girl in her arms made her feel these emotions for the first time, and gave her the slightest hope for the future. Apart from the hatred engraved in her blood, she seemed to still want to To look for something else.

However, what is that, Lemomena is a little unclear.

She should let go, get up and leave, let the evening wind accompany Khaleesi's sadness, and let her sit alone in the moonlight and cry.

However, when I really wanted to let go, I realized that it was not easy, and even a little difficult.

"Menna is a good man." The sobbing continued, and a thick nasal voice came from Lemomena's shoulder.

"You said it." She wanted to laugh, and she did.

"It doesn't matter if you say it a few more times, Menna is a good person." He continued to speak, with an endless stubbornness.

The smile widened in the brown eyes, and he nodded. "Got it, tell me."

"Menna, you must always be a good person." Suddenly, he raised his face that was lightly licked by tears, with blue expectations flashing in his eyes, and instructed.

Startled, the light in her eyes gradually darkened and sank under Kalixi's earnest gaze, the moonlight turned into a dark light and sank into a vortex, bottomless.

"Just be nice all the time, okay?"

She smiled leisurely and nodded, like an oath, but also like a joke. "I'll try."

The simple smile took away Yeyue's boundless brilliance, and Kalixi's happy smile filled those blue eyes full of light. She stretched out her hand to hold Lemomena's left arm, and hugged her tightly in her arms, as if she had found her. The child of the precious treasure in the legend, smiled contentedly.

"Menner is a good guy, and I like Menner best."

His eyes flickered, he shook his head and smiled wryly, and remained silent.The astringency and far-fetchedness on Lemomena's lips reflected the extraordinarily dazzling moon above his head, giving off a playful and resentful look of wind and moon.

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The left hand holds the rein, and the right hand is always pulling around the waist.Although he was wearing a veil, Lemomena's slightly frowned brows along the way still made people around him see some clues.

"Don't move, the wound will be broken in a while." Khaleesi sounded like an elder's lesson, Aziz coughed lightly, desperately resisting the urge to laugh, his handsome face twisted into a painful shape .

Exhaling a breath, Lemomena's anger could only turn into a helpless struggle at this moment, trying to suppress his impatience, and whispered in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them: "Do you have to tie this cloth? ? I told you, it’s fine if you don’t bleed, and it will grow back on its own in a few days. If you insist on wrapping me up like this, like a mummy, I can hardly breathe.”

Before going to bed last night, Kalixi couldn't help but dragged her into the tent and insisted on bandaging her wound. There is no need to bandage an injury of this degree.

However, no matter what Lemomena's excuses were, Khaleesi acted as if she didn't hear her at all, and took off the hairband on her head, insisting on tying it on her wound.

I was annoyed for a while, and I really couldn't argue with this little girl who looked like an adult but whose mind was still at the age of seven or eight.I turned around and was about to go out, but I didn't expect...

Khaleesi cried without warning.

Crying as soon as you say it, the speed is faster than the rainstorm in summer, the flood of tears gushes out of the blue eyes, and the turbulent momentum is definitely not suppressed by the ferocity of the rainstorm.

He opened his mouth slightly, trying to stop her seemingly unreasonable behavior, moved his lips a few times, but didn't say a word for a long time.

Sitting down, unbuttoning his robe, his movements were like those of soldiers rushing to the battlefield, heavy and slow, with a hidden sense of desolation that sees death as home.

Khaleesi's storms come and go surprisingly quickly.

When the smile was blooming, there were still tears on that little face, and it was shining and moving in the firelight penetrating from outside the tent.

Seriously and carefully bandaged Lemomenna, wrapped the hairband around the wound at the waist, wound it back and forth three times, and carefully tied it into a knot... The delicate face was shrouded in a delicate gleam, emitting a faint The water pink, faint color, exuding full caution... In an instant, there was something knocking on Lemomena's breath, not light or heavy, but enough to make her lose her mind slightly.

That's it... The next day, there were circles of pink hairbands around her waist, and that beautiful bow knot hurt everyone's eyes... No, it didn't hurt everyone's eyes The eyes, in fact, only hurt a pair of brown pupils soaked in helplessness... You only need to look at Lemomena's expression throughout the morning, and you can tell that her emotions are on the verge of extreme danger.

As for the others, in order to hold back the urge to laugh wildly, they endured quite a lot of hard work.

"This knot, really... let it go, I really can't breathe." Until now, Lemomena understood an unchanging truth... Kindness to Khaleesi is cruelty to oneself.

Frowning, she patted her hand that was still pulling the hairband, a look of anger cast a blush shadow on her cheeks. "Don't pull it, don't loosen it, the wound must heal and must be bandaged, don't move around, Menna."

"That is, if the wound heals quickly, it must be bandaged." Aziz, who was walking alongside them, spoke with concern.

A sharp gaze like an ice arrow floated towards him, the sharp gaze could cut Aziz's smiling face in the blink of an eye.

Raising his hand to touch his neck, the summer sun couldn't block the cold breath.He raised his eyebrows, whistled calmly, and walked towards Muhali in front of his horse.

"Menna, you bear--"

The words that were not finished suddenly stopped on the half-open lips, and as the fiery forest wind passed by, dozens of men in black flashed by the trees in the path in front of them. The sporadic sunlight dotted this dangerous land, and the light and shadow of sharp swords quietly spread in the breeze.

He hugged Khaleesi tightly and let her close to his body, the knuckles holding the rein showed blue and white tendons, and looked at these uninvited guests deeply through the weird light flickering from the top of the forest, the sunshine The shadow fell into the brown eyes, silently igniting a blue flame...