Ruhua's back has the tenderness of a silver dream. Dai Yuan is willing to stay on his back at this moment, and even wants to keep crying like this, forgetting herself, forgetting time, forgetting everything, only remembering those details...
After thinking about it, there were a few more tears on my face that I had just wiped dry. Why are the tear glands so developed?
Ruhua wiped away the tears from the corners of Daiyuan's eyes and held her hands tightly.
"I understand, I understand this feeling. I really understand." Ruhua herself wanted to cry. She was sad, and so was he. It had always been like this.
Yuehua, Luota, and Daodao looked at each other. They didn't know what the situation was, and they didn't dare to ask more questions. What they knew was that Her Highness the Princess was very sad, and they couldn't comfort themselves with that kind of sadness.
Yinmeng's float had long since disappeared after turning the corner, and even its shadow was gone. Only the colorful petals falling all over the sky and dancing in the wind were left. They were originally colorful, but from Dai Yuan's point of view, those were just what she was looking at here.
Proof of living a silver dream.
Silver Dream came and then left quietly, just like a piece of grass that sprouts new seeds in the spring, grows for a whole summer, and then slumps and grows old in the autumn. Its withered yellow leaves turn into fertilizer in the autumn frost.
Proof that it was once green.
Dai Yuan was still looking in the direction where Yin Meng disappeared. It was not looking, but waiting, as if she had promised that Yin Meng would come back.
But everyone understood that the float would not turn back. Yin Meng did not see Dai Yuan either.
This is just wishful thinking, why is everything the same as before, except that the roles of the two people have been exchanged.
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"Ah--" Daodao called out softly.
I exerted my strength just now and was pricked by a cactus thorn. It hurt so much!
But where the knife was stabbed in the back, the blood flowing out was black, soaking through the clothes...
"No, this sting is poisonous!" Luo Ta said firmly.
Everyone moved closer to the middle again, and several people's bodies were close together, for fear that someone would be stabbed again.
"How do you feel, Daodao?" Dai Yuan's hands were shaking a little, because the big drops of sweat on Daodao's forehead were falling drop by drop!
Obviously, he was experiencing great pain!
"Luota, is there any way?" Dai Yuan was anxious. She was really anxious!