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Finally, Wutong arrived at his final destination, Star-Zhaing Cliff.

The night on the cliff is vast, the stars above are shining, and the bright band like the Milky Way stretches across the sky.

Wutong held a bouquet of Cecilia flowers and stood there without moving, with his back to the boundless wilderness, looking at the sun in front of him, which was like giving the moon its bright white light. After a long while, he took a long breath, silently closed his eyes and smiled.

Sora turned around and put his hands behind his back: "...I thought it would take a little longer."

"What if I don't see the flowers on the desk, do you want to stand here all night?" Wutong was helpless, and sorted out the flowers in his hand, ran up all the way, and became a little twisted in his arms. crooked.

"Well -" Kong tapped his cheek with his finger, pretending to be distressed, and looked at the person standing not far away: "Then I can only collect these flowers one by one and go back to you."

Wutong paused for a moment: "...You can also give it to me tomorrow. Sora."

"But I want to give it to you today." Sora subconsciously raised his hand and touched his neck, feeling a violent and rapid beating.

Straightforward and fiery.

"Wutong, I want to give it to you on the day of the Wind Flower Festival."

The wind coming from below swept the grass leaves and passed among the flowers. The sound of rustling is like waves crashing on the promontory, pushing bits and pieces of memories of the past here, flooding every inch of the territory.

So cunning.

It was clearly her who expressed her feelings, and she was also the one who made the final judgment.

But now she seems to have Stockholm Syndrome.

Wutong rationally told herself that no, she and Kong were not the same person at all. After Kong found his sister, her sister could travel across the sea of ​​stars with him again. They had unlimited time and countless unknown and interesting futures.

But she can't. After she breaks away from Wutong's identity, she will be just an ordinary migrant worker named Yu Qingwu. She will become a boring and boring adult, either clocking in to work or worrying about food and clothing all day long.

Sora is not bound and is a free traveler. Let’s not mention whether superpowers will be retained for the moment. The single issue of lifespan is a difficult hurdle for them to overcome.

If there is a way to make her an immortal species, what if she gets tired of seeing each other in the future? She will be left alone in her long life to face separation again and again in the future.

If there is no way, the most unforgettable and glorious time in the short life of a human being will only last twenty years. After that, she will become ugly, unable to take care of herself, and become a hunched old lady.

How can we be together if we are not in the same world?

But...

Wutong faced the front, pretending to be calm and smiling widely. The other party looked like he didn't care about relaxing, but his cheeks and ears were burning red, and he blinked expectantly and nervously.

The other party's amber eyes seemed to treasure her as the most precious work of art. Every time he grabbed her hand, he couldn't break free from it, like a pair of handcuffs. The flowers seemed to be clinging to her and not wanting her to leave.

She opened her mouth to say something, but her voice seemed to be muted, and she couldn't utter a single word of rejection. She was obviously not possessed by any evil spirits, but her ears were full of encouraging words to agree to him and be with him.

The moon may have received favor from the sun, so it wants to return all its light to him at this moment.

If we say that the sky is against the earth, the rain is against the wind. Mountain flowers face the sea trees, and the red sun faces the sky. So now, the sky that makes up the picture with all these reasonable confrontations is like being under a spotlight under the moonlight.

Everything said, promise him, look at him.

Forget it.

Wutong shook his head silently in his heart, then smiled and stepped forward.

A well-known NTU campus president once said: The time limit of love is actually the moment I love you, until the moment I don’t love you anymore, that’s enough.

Even though I now know that we will be separated one day, I still want to be with you. I am willing to love you infinitely in a limited time.

In the more than twenty years of her life in this world plus the years since coming to Teyvat, she has never been tempted or fallen in love.

If you refuse and can't do it, then agree.

Just be a love brain once. The worst case scenario is that they will be sent to the mountains to dig wild vegetables.

Seeing Wutong coming towards him with his heart full of love, after a long silence, Kong smiled, as if all the suspense and anxiety he had been feeling were confirmed and comforted at this moment. Standing here, he actually felt a sense of relief. a feeling of.

In his hand held behind his back, there was still one last Cecilia flower.

He thought, if Wutong really didn't come tonight, would he still stay here? Stay here, waiting for an unknown answer, waiting for a long result, waiting for a cruel sentence.

"I have one last flower that I haven't given away yet. Do you want it?" After getting closer, the distance between the two was only a few feet away. Under the starry sky, with the tiny light, each other could see their own beauty in the other's eyes. reflection.

Wutong curled his eyelashes: "Okay."

He thought he would.

A self-taught teacher, Sora raised a hand, bit the stem of the last Cecilia flower in his mouth, gently and unyieldingly brushed aside the other party's dark blue hair that was flying in the wind, with emotion in his eyes. As if to drown the person hidden in his eyes.

The spring breeze blows through the endless grassland, the sheep rush to freedom and the birds soar in the sky, but he will stay here. Xia Yan rolled across the boundless sea, and the whale fell into the huge waves that covered thousands of acres, but he would stay here. The autumn rain has soaked through the woods with dead branches, and the flowers and leaves are drifting back to their home places. The migratory birds have begun to migrate, and he will stay here. The winter cold has hit the snow-capped stone cliffs, and the footprints are hidden and buried. Life freezes and disappears, but he will stay here.

The next second, the soft petals brushed against the corners of Wutong's mouth and lightly touched her lips.

He thought he would stay here until she came.

Across the prodigal's true feelings, Sora kissed the person he longed for.

The fleeting charm, before anything else happened, Wutong pushed Kong away with force, took half a step back, the tips of her ears to her neck quickly turned red, she subconsciously covered her mouth with one hand, her eyelashes trembled slightly, trying her best to suppress the confusion. breathing.

If you look carefully, even the tips of the raised fingers are trembling and red.

Kong tilted his head, biting the flower stem, his Adam's apple slid up and down obviously, without hiding or restraining the smile on his face and the unspeakable desire for dominance in his eyes.

"I'm going back..." After saying that, Wutong pinched his ears, turned around and left without thinking about anything, but after thinking about it, he still had the patience to stop and wait for Sora to join him.

"..." Kong opened his mouth, carefully placed the flower between the other person's ears, blinked, and then said with an innocent face: "Wutong, your ears are very hot."

——!

Kong quickly took half a step back, fearing that the other party would get angry and punch him, but Wutong just tensed his body, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, without even glaring, his feather-fan-like eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, again Repeated softly: "...went back."

Ah, the ends of my eyes are so red. I feel like my whole body is steaming. I feel like I will cry if I say a few more words.

Sora looked at it, as if he had been infected for some reason, and felt that the temperature that had just gone down on his face was rising again.

So he turned his head away and took the other person's hand that was hanging by the side. The moment he touched it, he felt like he was being burned. He covered his face and hummed in agreement: "...Okay, let's go back."