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

The face that had not completely faded away was now full of solemnity, as if it was making an extremely solemn oath.

But why doesn't it count?

Why don't young people who have just matured tell all their most solemn and precious thoughts?

The two people's footsteps stopped one after another unknowingly. In this case, they themselves could not find out who started it.

It was obviously a very short sentence, but it was like a pebble thrown into the water, causing the girl's thoughts to stir up thousands of waves.

Chase?

It seems a little long ago, but also a little familiar.

The girl considers herself to be someone who has experienced emotional ups and downs, and by confessing, she has experienced some.

But the word "chasing"——

It seems that I have only heard it from Albedo’s mouth.

It's just that the scene at that time was not considered formal, and the girl didn't even take it to heart, only taking it as Albedo's excuse to save her.

But the scene in front of me was so different from that time.

The young man in front of him has a serious look and straightforward eyes, just like the most hard-working subordinate submitting an important document and report to the leader.

It seemed like he was doing something more formal than a "confession".

"Did I make things difficult for you? I'm sorry, miss!"

Seeing the girl's delay in making any move, Dadalia immediately panicked and even began to regret her recklessness——

To be honest, they haven't known each other for a long time, so it's too hasty!

It's just that I was too excited after hearing the news last night, so I was always ready to say this before I blurted it out.

Dardalia, you are not living up to expectations!

"Ah, no," the girl finally ended her memory and waved her hand to Dadalia, "Don't feel sorry."

The girl lowered her eyebrows and suddenly felt that this hot feeling was a bit hot:

"On the contrary, I should be the one who should feel sorry."

Because it was hot to the touch, the girl chose to stay away.

She took two steps back, creating a distance where neither party's breathing could affect the other:

"I think I'm not ready for my next relationship."

"Thank you for the like, and at the same time, I'm sorry."

A gust of wind probably blew the clouds over, and the girl's voice fell together with the tiny snowflakes.

Snowing.

But this snowy day was not sunny.

"Snowing."

The girl looked up at the sky, her voice was hollow and small, and she didn't know who she was talking to.

It seems like I feel like crying.

So the girl raised a smile and looked at Dadalia again:

"Send it here today."

As she spoke, the girl continued to take two steps back, trying to raise her voice as high as possible:

"I'm going back first!"

She waved to Dadalia, turned around, pulled up her hood, and tried her best to control her steps and breathing to prevent her heartbeat from being too panicked.

"Miss, please wait!"

Dadalia saw the girl leaving, and finally had the opportunity to interrupt the girl's talk. Taking advantage of her long hands and legs, Dadalia followed up with the girl in long strides, and grabbed the corner of the girl's robe.

"It's just because you don't need to agree quickly, that's why I say this is pursuit."

"Miss!"

Dadalia was a little nervous, and even the fingertips holding the cloth were trembling:

"It's my business to pursue you. You don't need to bear any burden. It doesn't matter even if there is no result."

"I just really want to tell you how much I feel about you."

Pure, fiery, straightforward heart.

He is like a burning fire of life.

Endless life.

"......Why?"

The girl refused to turn around, and her voice had begun to be cryptic and sobbing.

"why?"

Dadalia's voice was hearty and clear, just like his thoughts:

"Because I like you, miss."

"Pursuing you, I think, is something that will make me happy."

"..."

"That's up to you."

The girl must have been extremely panicked at this time, because whether it was her action of tearing open her robe or her hurried departure, one could intuitively feel her confusion.

Dadalia stood in the snow, stunned for a moment, then remembered what the girl said, and couldn't help but be excited:

"You promised, miss!"

"Then I'll come find you tomorrow. You can't avoid me!"

"The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, it will be the same!"

Then, he was alone in the heavy snow, leaning forward and backward.

Look, miss.

I just said that pursuing you is something that makes me happy.

After all, just getting a ticket makes me so happy.

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The girl leaned her back against the door, blocking out the wind and snow, and panted heavily.

The heartbeat is so chaotic.

Were you too anxious when you ran back?

Is that right?

She touched her wet face, and there was even a thin layer of ice on it.

However, she seemed to be happy.

This is the right feeling of being loved.

If you think about it carefully, it is clear that she has always been loved. Why does this feeling make her feel so long gone?

At least with Dotore, she seemed to have never felt this kind of pleasure——

not always.

Maybe there is, but it's definitely not with the current Dotore.

My ankle feels heavy for no reason, as if...

The shackles are still locked somewhere.

Feeling a little dazed, the girl squatted down uncertainly, her hand hesitated in mid-air and touched her ankle.

It was empty, except that the shoes and socks were a little wet.

Then the girl burst into tears and laughed, her back slowly pressed against the door, her legs slowly released their strength, and finally she knelt down on the ground, letting out a long breath, and then she laughed uncontrollably, her facial muscles ; pull and pull, causing the unfinished tears stored in the eyes to overflow again, this time, they are warm.

What are you laughing at?

Are you celebrating that you have nothing on your feet?

Are you still celebrating that your heart has finally begun to empty out?

Really, how could I keep a person like Dotore in my heart for so long.

Dadalia, it really is.

Every time, in an unexpected way, a crack was opened in her hard-sealed heart, and a ray of sunshine was inserted into it.

All in all, enjoying being loved is enough, right?

She was a little unsure, but the corners of her mouth definitely raised.

Whatever was suddenly disrupted, whether it was life or heart, seemed to be being carefully corrected by a hand and brought back on track.

Unfortunately, I forgot to say thank you.

But the last words Dadalia said seemed to be carried by the howling wind——

Tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after.

In short, there seem to be many opportunities.

Use your sleeves to wipe away the water stains that rolled down your face, pull off your shoes from your frozen feet, then hold on to the wall and stand up slowly.

At this moment, the sound of knuckles rapping on the wooden door sounded, and the girl could feel the vibration under her palms.

who is it?