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

The girl blinked and looked at the fool——

It's strange, according to Dongnia, although there are people watching all the time, they don't question the visitors?

Could it be because Tonya is Dadalia's sister and has privileges?

At this time, the fools were obviously more panicked than the girl——

Let me see you or not?

The officer didn’t say anything!

The commander didn't seem to have told him what to ask.

So does he ask or not?

This fool has never felt that his task is so difficult.

"Um, hello?"

Seeing that the fool was silent, the girl opened her palm and waved it in front of him:

"Sir, may I come in?"

"Yes, okay?"

The girl nodded, then turned back and knocked on the door.

These fools haven't figured it out yet.

"Ah, right."

The girl turned around again, startling the fools.

"Miss Tonya made this. It's for you. Thank you for your hard work."

It is a delicate little pastry.

The fool's face suddenly turned red, and he took the pastry with both hands. His back was even slightly bent, and he could be said to have picked up the pastry.

Tonya!

Pastry made by Tonya herself!

As if the activation code was suddenly entered, the eyes under the mask of the Fool immediately became clear:

"Thank you!"

At the same time, Dadalia also opened the door, and what he saw was the back of a black head. Looking forward, he saw a crowd of fools with extremely pious postures.

what?

Getting excited?

The girl heard the sound of the door opening, and without any time to explain to Dadalia, she walked sideways into the room, leaving behind the confused Dadalia and the shy fools.

The two looked at each other and seemed to feel that the atmosphere was awkward. After all, Dadalia was still a boss, and his style and demeanor were certainly different from that of a little guy like Fool.

So he nodded coldly and closed the door with a bang.

Then he was leaning against the door and started laughing silently, holding his stomach and suppressing his voice.

The girl looked at Dadalia's movements——

Although I don’t know where I’ve seen it before, it just feels like déjà vu.

"Ha, sorry, miss..."

Dadalia wiped the tears from laughter from the corners of his eyes, approached the girl, and lifted up a strand of the girl's black hair:

"How is this going?"

As he spoke, he also twirled his hair between his fingers, and his fingers were clean.

The girl pulled off the high collar used to cover her face and arranged it casually, letting the collars pile up in layers on her neck. She let Dadalia play with her hair and looked towards Dadalia. The hand playing with the hair drifted away:

"Have you read the letter? As a wanted criminal, I always have to keep a low profile."

"The hair dye..."

The girl lowered her eyes:

"Well, it was made by Dotore. When I escaped, I thought it might be useful, so I took two bottles out."

Dadalia let her black hair wrap around her fingers, her expression a little unclear, and she was obviously holding back something to say.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

Dadalia's head was lowered, so the girl raised her hand, inserted her fingers into Dadalia's soft and fluffy orange hair, and then gently ruffled the softness with her palms.

"Miss."

Dadalia pretended to hide her head, but she only let the hair on her head lightly scratch the girl's palm.

"I just feel a little sorry for you."

"Do you feel sorry for me?"

The girl was stunned for a moment.

But no one has ever expressed this feeling so frankly in front of her.

"You were so understated in your letter, but in fact, those days were difficult, weren't they?"

"No sight of the sun, blurred time, restricted freedom and so on."

Dadalia couldn't bear to say any more.

For example, being killed by an elder you have always respected, being stabbed in the back by someone you have finally begun to trust, or being in vain and bearing the burden of humiliation.

He didn't dare to think about how someone who had gone through this could grow into the girl she is now.

Probably due to the girl's psychology, the girl always felt that Dadalia's eyebrows had become extremely soft, like a big golden dog acting coquettishly.

"It's all over."

The girl put her face in front of Dardalia so that he could see her current expression clearly:

"Look, I'm fine..."

"......of."

Dadalia didn't hold back and pulled the girl into his arms. His big hands pressed the back of the girl's head so that her face could be buried in his chest.

"..."

"It's in the past."

The moment she fell into the warm embrace, the past memories came back to her heart, and the originally calm girl felt a little choked again for some unknown reason.

"It's over, and I'm over it."

Yeah, got over it.

Those days that I thought had no end.

A future that was thought to be out of reach.

The girl's hands passed through Dadalia's waist and clasped Dadalia's shoulder blades, allowing the two people who were already closely attached to each other to feel each other more clearly.

The girl's originally open fingers slowly pulled and closed the fabric on Dadalia's back. Her originally gentle breathing began to quicken, and her dry eyes began to become moist.

Dadalia naturally felt all this, and his arms tightened unconsciously. His other hand soothed the girl's back that started to tremble. Unknowingly, he also felt a little tearful.

"You're right, miss."

"You made it through."

Suddenly I remembered that sunrise.

she says:

"Dadalia, the sun is out."

Was her mood at that time the same as it is now?

"Miss, you are right."

"The sun is coming out."

The girl cried wildly and wantonly, as if she wanted to clear away the grievances she had carried in her heart all these days, or use her crying movements to split and tear the dark past into pieces, creating a ladder for her to ascend to the future.

Fortunately, after thousands of sails passed, she ushered in her own sunrise.

Her sunrise, her sun, her fire of life.

"If," the girl wiped away her tears, she raised her head and looked at Dadalia, her eyes were still full of tears but full of smiles, "if you are not afraid, do you want to be with me?"

"Fear?"

It seems that she should be afraid. After all, the person in front of her is completely opposite to her. She has neatly stood on the opposite side of his loyalty.

So in theory, he should be afraid, should stay away, and even should turn her in.

But even if his loyal nature is urging him, he still feels——

That's not right.

Even if she is a queen or a god, she cannot guarantee that her decisions are completely correct.

He is a loyal minister, but he also has his own judgment.

He felt that at least when it came to treating girls, the Queen was acting out of emotion.

Dadalia stretched out her hand, gently pressed the corners of her eyes, and wiped away the tears that almost fell:

"I couldn't ask for more."