[HP] In love with a Cedric

Sounds, sounds everywhere, the stars in the zenith, the noise in the stands.

Harry Potter dragged Cedric Diggory's body back to Hogwarts through the Portkey.

The corpse lay quietly on the grass at the edge of the maze, its smooth brown hair blocked his handsome face and fell on his eyelids.

The upside-down face of Cornelius Fudge appeared before Harry, pale and frightened.

"My God . . . Digory!" he said, "Dumbledore . . . he's dead!"

The screams from the stands seemed to pierce Harry's eardrums, but he still held onto Cedric so stubbornly, and wept tremblingly against him.

He couldn't break his hand, but kept repeating: "Before he died, he asked me to bring him back, to Hogwarts."

Amos Diggory--Mr Diggory, came staggering from the stands.

He fell over the side of the body, fell to his knees like a baby, and wept.

This is his pride, his best son.

He even put on a pocket watch for him this morning, cheered him up, and said to him: "I'll wait for you to come back"

And his eyes seemed to be shining with stars, and he smiled happily, saying that his girlfriend is also waiting for him, and wants to add to him.

Oil, said he wanted to come back safely.

But he only waited for a cold corpse, like an oversized rag doll, lifeless at the mercy of others.

Mr Diggory crawled almost on his stomach and fell on Cedric's body.

The collar of his shirt was ripped open and several buttons were missing.

As Lady Diggory wailed and held her son's head in her hands, a fine gleam of gold shone from her tearful eyes.

She reached out and grabbed the slender chain in disbelief.

The chain was too thin, and under the action of external force, it almost escaped from the original owner's neck without any struggle.

The sapphires rolled down on the grass, reflecting the starlight from the dome, as beautiful as Christmas night.

Cedric had no reason to wear the necklace his mother gave his girlfriend.

And the owner of the necklace, An Lin, did not appear in the stands from the beginning to the end.

The brown hair roots gradually turned black, and the tall body shrunk little by little——

They cried for so long that almost all of them left, and the compound medicine that they just drank before they died lost its proper effect.

Lin An's dead body nestled lifelessly in Mrs. Diggory's arms.

She was wearing an oversized Hufflepuff tracksuit and was livid.Raven-blue eyelashes cast shadows under her eyes, and her pale lips had lost all color.

The Diggory couple couldn't digest the great joy of regaining the loss for a while, and trembling hands touched the girl's cheek.

The real Cedric, who was supposed to die, ran frantically to the Quidditch pitch against the flow of people.

Maybe the people he hit were still terrified of his "resurrection", but only he knew what he was terrified of.

In fact, Cedric is not afraid of missing the time of the last game at all——

He saw the corner of the Quidditch pitch, and ran even faster.

He's also not at all afraid of losing the Triwizard Tournament—

On the grass, next to the huge maze, three small figures sat on the ground.

What he was afraid of was losing Lin An.

When he finally saw who was wearing his clothes, Cedric was just like his father before, unable to stand upright with heartache.

The mother's hand stroked Lin An's cold face over and over again, and kissed her forehead with tears—she had long regarded Lin An as her own daughter.

And the father just sat on the side in a daze, as if he was still accepting this fact.

"Xiao An?"

He walked over, step by step, as if his heart was being poked by something sharp again, and every time he took a step closer, he was pushed inward more subtly.

There is nothing more painful than this.

Like a cheesy plot - he could hear his heart breaking.

But when he really touched her face, the pain disappeared miraculously, and turned into a straight falling feeling.

His heart seemed to be really falling into hell at this moment.

"Xiao An, wake up." He held the back of Lin An's head with both hands, and called his lover with unprecedented tenderness.

And Lady Diggory let go, and threw herself into her husband's arms, trying to muffle the sobs of grief.

Lin An's neck leaned back like a swan, and the blue and white blood vessels turned gray due to the dead air.

"Wake up, Xiao An, I don't blame you, I really don't blame you." With trembling hands, he held Lin An in his arms while holding each of her hands.The burn was like a large piece of bright red flowers, which bloomed at that section, wrapping around his wrist countless times.

"Talk to me." He trembled, that hand was too cold, as cold as the water of a black lake, taking away his warmth.

Lin An rubbed against his shoulder countless times like a kitten, looking for his favorite position to lie down.She would gently play with Cedric's hand, or raise her head slightly, and peck him on the face.

Memories are always the best because no one can go back in time.

If only I had noticed something was wrong with you earlier, that would have been nice.

I was so caught up in the excitement that I completely forgot how dangerous the game was.

It's just Xiaoan, why are you replacing me?

He lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair lovingly, but couldn't stop crying.

It's like a couple who are still tender and affectionate, or the most dazzling couple at the ball.

It's just that Lin An couldn't respond to him anymore, she obediently and quietly slept in her lover's arms.

The narcissus did not wither, she dropped the branch with the most beautiful posture—the delicate flower gently fell on the water surface, causing layer upon layer of ripples—

——Large and silent.

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Extra episode [-], Lin An's life.

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Lin An grew up in a mansion on a hilltop in England.

It was a very quiet house, not even a Muggle spell around.It looks like the most ordinary old villa with exquisite decoration.

The only feature may be that it is very large, close to the size of an old castle-but only one family lives there.

When she was three or four years old, her parents kissed her forehead to say goodbye to her and her grandfather.After that, until her death, she never came back.

My grandfather was a quiet person who spoke very little. He liked to delve into the books brought back from the East, taught Lin An to read and write, and drew spells with red cinnabar.

They are a pair of traditional oriental grandparents who seldom express their feelings directly.

Grandfather is very kind, never forcing Lin An to communicate with others, just like him - he also has no friends.

Her early memories are the tidy and clean old house, the teachings of her grandfather, and the house-elf's every request.

Maybe house-elves were just like people, she'd been brought up to believe.

Qi La didn't have the servility of other elves, and the Lin family didn't have the tradition of cruelty to creatures.It might be said that there has always been a strange sense of equality between them.

Everyone pampers and spoils Lin An - everything in the mansion belongs to her, and she can do anything.

But what is very puzzling is that Lin An has not become arrogant because of this, she is still quiet and introverted as always.

Lin An knew that both his parents were wizards, and he would be one in the future.

But there was no difference between a Muggle and a wizard, she always thought so.

She has been in close contact with Muggles since she was a child, going down the mountain to buy clothes and food, and buy things needed at home.

What Muggles use, wizards use, and don't die.

Talking to Muggles doesn't necessarily make you stupid.It is admirable that Muggles can do things in their own way that many wizards cannot.

At the age of nine, my grandfather died.

Lin An didn't remember whether she cried or not.

She handled everything by herself, found the Muggles in the church down the hill, and with their help buried her deeply affectionate grandfather.

So what about death?

Are the parents dead?She didn't know, but they didn't come back either.

Grandpa died, she knew, and he was buried in the back mountain.

Lin An sat in the wet and cold cemetery holding a large lily.Her small body was frozen stiff, until Qi La came to look for her and screamed for her to go back to the villa, and then obediently followed her away.

She turned her head, took one last look at the tombstone, then lowered her eyes, and walked home.

The disadvantages of this kind of family upbringing were quickly reflected.

She hasn't experienced much socializing and never had a single friend her own age.

The first time she went to Diagon Alley made her feel cold all over, and the huge noise wrapped her up so that she couldn't move.

The outstretched hand trembled, and he could barely hold his new book.

Please, stop.She begged, but couldn't control her behavior.

A boy walked over and bumped into Lin An.After turning around, he looked at her strange behavior with disgust on his face, and didn't even say sorry.

The small gain of the trip to Diagon Alley was that she realized that she was a misfit and was given a wand—pine, dragon's heart chord, thirteen inches.

Perhaps it could be added that she knew she was very, very rich.

Lin An doesn't look forward to enrolling in school, and even wants to spend a lifetime with Qila.She believed that school would not be right for her, not at all.

Her hunch was absolutely right——

Life at Hogwarts was... hard for her.

In the first three years, Lin An was like a transparent person.

There are many Asians in Ravenclaw. Maybe her brain is outstanding, but what is equally outstanding is her timid and gloomy temperament.

She would sit in the hallway reading a book, seeing the curfew, and refusing to go back to the common room even when there was only dim light.

This kind of behavior -- it will multiply her alienation.

In the words of the classmate, I can't always hide my dissatisfaction with her, and sometimes there is a trace of fear.

They were all terrified of whether she would secretly put a curse or poison on themselves, just because they didn't like her, and talked about her weirdness.

After all, her Potions grades were unbelievable - Lin An was the only non-Slytherin student Snape was slightly satisfied with.

Lin Anbai looks like a ghost, and has long black hair that reaches his hips.Apart from wearing a rigid black robe other than the school uniform, what's more, she almost never smiles.

Ravenclaw's female version of Snape, they called her that.

So the result is obvious, after all, Snape's Hogwarts career was full of the pain of being bullied.

Lin An might not be able to escape.

This kind of suffering reached its peak in the fifth grade.

People always have stronger malice towards the same sex, which is an eternal truth.

She often lost stools inexplicably, or books full of notes, and sometimes even completed homework would suddenly disappear.

Ravenclaw's pride is the bottom line of the thieves, at least this ensures that they will not hand in Lin An's homework confidently.

When will they stop.

This is what she thought when she was pushed from the corridor window and fell hard on the ground of the atrium.

Winter and ice and snow are as cold as her heart.

Three or four of Hufflepuff's students stood right in front of her, fully witnessing the embarrassment at the moment.

For the ignorant and indifferent bystanders, she twitched the corners of her mouth in a sneer.

The snow was icy cold, Lin An fell into the thick snow unprepared, and the pain was not relieved by the cold weather.

The splashed snow foam stuck to his face and melted quickly, turning into drops of warm water.

She wasn't annoyed, angry or frightened.

Just so confused - why would they do that.

Lin An's scraped elbows, knees, and perhaps hip bones were burning with burning pain.

Amidst the laughter of the perpetrators, the conversations of the boys in front of them were very clear.

"Cedric? Aren't you going on? We're going to be late"

"Wait, you go to class first."

A pair of big hands stretched out towards her, with well-defined joints, slender and fair.

Lin An's gaze was blocked by his long hair, and it seemed that there was only one hand left in the narrow world, stubbornly conveying his kindness.

The snow fell on it, and it gradually began to turn red with the cold.

Forget it, forget it, you can't just get up by yourself and leave him alone.

She held that hand resignedly and raised her head slightly.

It is undeniable that Lin An always has a good appearance no matter when.

Cedric met this stranger Ravenclaw for the first time.

She had a small, pale face, and a pair of lifeless eyes, like a veiled Mirror of Erised. Although it was a pool of stagnant water, she was astonishingly beautiful.

Lin An was also amazed at the warmth of these hands.

Appearance is not important to her, whether it is her own or someone else's.

In the eyes, what she paid attention to was only the black and yellow Hufflepuff scarf, and the concern for herself that appeared on other people's faces that she hadn't experienced for a long time.

Unexpectedly, there will be people who care about me so much, like me like an ant.

Lin An laughed at himself and turned around.

Stretching out her hand to brush her snow-covered hair, amidst a new burst of laughter and hissing, she turned back to the corridor and picked up her schoolbag.

Although she was shivering a little from the cold, she still straightened her back without showing any sign of weakness.

Lin An was just very grateful to this boy named Cedric.

Nothing to love, nothing to skin.

Occasionally, when she saw the radiant Cedric, she would unconsciously glance at the reflective objects around her, and then lower her head in self-deprecating manner, lamenting her own stupidity.

Whether it is Qiu Zhang, or other girls, they must be thousands of times better than themselves.

Unfortunately, Lin An's sun has set.

The sunny boy died on the field of the Triwizard Tournament, and from then on, the world was as dark as the dome of that day.

Lin An couldn't remember how he left the stands.Amidst the piercing screams and cries, she just stood there in a daze, as if she was fixed by something, and she seemed to be a bystander who stayed out of the way.

When people walked past her, some people's arms hit her and hurt her, but she laughed softly.

Yeah, am I not a spectator?

She sat in the dormitory, shivering in the hot June, biting her long nails nervously.

However, he couldn't restrain himself, and he staggered out with his robe in hand.

I don't remember how many people I pushed away, or how many sharp corners I hit.She just chased after Cedric's parents desperately, and begged them to at least talk to herself, a little bit, why such a high-spirited person died, and why God was so unfair.

Lin An, who is as humble as an ant, is not dead, but the vicious, unconscionable perpetrator is still alive, why let him die alone in the maze?

In the snow, against the blue sky, how could those concerned gray eyes lose their spirit?

Like two open windows, staring blankly at the sky.

Just once, so she could see Cedric alive.

Lin An cried and fell into Mrs. Diggory's arms, and this kind woman touched her head comfortingly, suppressing her grief to comfort the girl she had never met.

But she forgot what a risky move it was.

The perpetrator was keenly aware of her strangeness, and publicized her shameful thoughts.

Only at this moment, hatred secretly breeds.

Under Lin An's drooping black eyelashes, the dark and unclear expression spread rapidly, like a creeper, entwining her heart that had no emotional fluctuations.

She stood in front of the new grave on a rainy evening.

A necklace of white pearls, a mourning dress of black satin.

The lilies in the bosom were wetted by the rain, giving off a more intense fragrance.

Lin An was surprised to find that all this seemed to be no different from that funeral eight years ago.

She squatted down gently, and placed Lily in front of the tombstone.

White and slender fingers touched the deeply engraved name——

"Cedric Diggory."

Lin An barked a laugh, and warm liquid rolled down from the corner of his eyes.

I want to lie down too, Cedric, so I don't have to face this dirty, gray world.

The rain fell on her neatly coiled hair, washing away the tears that had just burst out of her eyes.

The smell of wet earth from new graves, mixed with the scent of lilies.

She squatted beside the warrior who died young-they were never so close, yet so far-

Heaven and man are separated forever.

Buried in the lonely cemetery, the sun gradually becomes cold and loses its brilliance.

From this day on, Lin An seemed to be truly dead.

She cut off her long hair without any delay.

This seemed to confirm the rumors on campus to some extent that the female version of Snape had been secretly in love with Cedric Diggory, Cho Zhang's deceased boyfriend.

Qiu Zhang has never expressed her opinion. Her beautiful eyes are red and swollen from crying, which makes people love.

The instigator of the rumors was a girl in the same grade, who seemed to be called Brenda.

She is keen to ridicule Lin An's overreaching with others, and even wants to steal her diary.

Lin An knew it all, but he just didn't care about it.

The spell on the diary ensured that only Lin An could read it—anyone else who attempted this would have serious consequences.

Let's eat through the fruit of self-inflicted, Lin An snapped his textbooks in the library.

Brenda lost weight quickly, visible to the naked eye.

She panicked and ran to Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing, crying like an overgrown baby.

She sued Flitwick and Dumbledore, saying it was Lin An's curse.

But where is the evidence?

Even if she was invited to Dumbledore's office several times, she could still smile at him very naturally, her pale face was as unreal as a reflection in water.

Her voice seemed to come from another world: "Find the evidence, Headmaster Dumbledore—it's her own fault."

The smile gradually deepened, and she smiled with crooked eyebrows: "Come on, professor, send me to Azkaban."

What a pity, who knows what curse it is.

Lin An unexpectedly stood in front of the hospital wing the day before she transferred to St. Mungo's.

Her voice was extremely pleasant: "I am a friend of Brenda Jon."

Brenda looked at her sitting on the edge of her hospital bed with a cold face, looking in a great mood.

Qi Er's short hair covered most of her face, making it impossible to see her expression clearly.

Lin An peeled an apple for her, the knife was skillful, and the skin was not broken at all.

"What are you doing here?" Brenda trembled, grabbing the bed sheet under her in fear.

Lin An didn't say anything, turned his head, and smiled softly at her.

The cool and beautiful face has never been so bright.

Brenda's scalp became numb after brushing, and cold sweat broke out from every pore—her teeth chattered suddenly.

Lin An seemed to be looking at a child who couldn't grow up, and took the time to make a slightly distressed expression:

"That's not good, Jon."

The light on the girl's back could not illuminate her face in shadow.

She was admiring the way Brenda looked on the verge of screaming.

Lin An put down the peeled apple, glanced at her, and walked away.

This is Brenda Jon's last memory of Hogwarts.

Brenda didn't eat the apple in the end either, she saw some black magic - she just threw it in the trash.

Lin An graduated at a very bad time——

Time for Voldemort to return to power.

She was accused of Muggle birth, and Lin An unexpectedly chose not to defend herself.

Muggles are born, Muggles are born, what's wrong.

Perhaps the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic, which had been corrupted to the bone, didn't really care if Lin An was 'clean in blood'.

They probably just started to spread their dirty hands on a helpless rich orphan like her.

The garden of the mansion is full of flowers, and there is no one to take care of it all year round, but it is warm like a colorful oil painting.

Lin An walked through the mansion for the last time, looking at every corner and every detail of the place where he grew up.Feel the light from the stained glass under the porch.

Only then did she really know that she also likes sunshine.Originally, my life can be changed to a different way of living.

"What about death?"

She put on the pearl necklace in front of the mirror, and combed her hair docilely.He even took out a lipstick and dabbed it on his lips.

The black high-necked velvet robe looked extremely luxurious under the candlelight.

She was going to another funeral, her own funeral.

Maybe, I don't want to live anymore.

"Qi La."

Lin An softly called his house elf, and she appeared behind Lin An, her big eyes filled with tears.

The sound of breaking into the door downstairs was like a death knell, echoing in the quiet villa.

Lin An squatted down, and gently put his favorite blue dress on Qi La's hand.

She could hear the crackling and crackling of the crystal chandelier downstairs.But her face didn't change at all, she still smiled gently:

"Goodbye my friend."

10

Lin An died in the early spring when he was 20 years old, in the cold prison of Azkaban.

Because she gradually lost her life, she had no happy memories left.

Flying dementors, half-asleep fellow inmates, and the rough walls behind them.These constitute all of Lin An's memories in Azkaban.

Only then did she realize that the goodbye from her parents was also a painful memory deeply buried in her heart.

I'm dying.

Lin An smiled lightly, clutching his tingling fingertips.

She bit her finger, knelt on the ground, endured the pervasive influence of the dementor, and drew her spell more seriously than ever before.

The severe pain came from her bones, and she fell heavily to the ground, gritting her teeth, trying to think of something happy.

But Lin An's life was so tragic.

Where is she happy, except for those hands in the snow.

The memory of the hand was quickly pulled away, and the words Fudge yelled four years ago - "He's dead, Cedric Diggory is dead!" suddenly exploded in her mind.

Lin An's bony hand grabbed onto the wall, but he could only pick at the rough rubble, letting it scratch his five fingers to bloody flesh.

Thick blood dripped from her fingers, and she seemed to feel no pain. Once the dementor left, she covered her heart with her still intact left hand.Crawling and crawling forward, with his right hand, he traced it delicately.

She bit her mouth tightly, letting the cold sweat soak her clothes.

Finally finished the last touch.

The huge formation was completed in a small cell, using □□□ as a paintbrush, entrusting the secret method of reversing the cycle of heaven and law.

Lin An's blood dripped down his fingers, shattered on the ground, and several beautiful red flowers bloomed.

She coughed violently and shrank like a newborn baby.

This might be—her last bit of strength.

Panting, enduring the pain and finding a more comfortable position, Lin An curled up and lay in the center of the blood talisman.

ifIdieyoungburymeinsatin

If I die young, please bury me in silk

Layme down on abed of roses

lay me on a bed of roses

Long black hair lay under Lin An's body like satin.

God has treated her so well, and her prison life has not damaged her beauty at all-her hair is not withered and yellow, and her eyes are still as clear as before.

The blood talisman is like the rose next to the cemetery, because of the watering of tears, it has a fragrance that is too thick to melt.

And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom

I will walk into your kingdom in pure white

I'm green ashthering on my little cold finger

Green as a ring on my cold finger

The white prison clothes were stained with blood, Lin An took off the only remaining pearl necklace, panted lightly, and pressed it close to his chest.

The round pearl still carried what little body heat she had left, and it was as beautiful as when she first got it when she was a child. Under the weak light, it exudes the unique color of pearls.

Dad, mom, grandfather.

Lin An felt that some strange temperature was gradually radiating from the inside of her body, and the feeling of death was like a pitch-black sky, slowly covering her.

The feeling, like a big, warm hug, welcomes home a pure soul.

The morning light filtered through the bars of the cell.

This was a rare sunny day in Azkaban, and it was also the last good scene Lin An saw in his life—like the concerned face on Hufflepuff's scarf a few years ago, the kind boy who fell under the hands of the mysterious man.

Lin An smiled, relaxed as if he was going to meet an old friend for many years.

It has been a long time since she said a word, and the last sentence seemed to be addressed to herself, and it seemed to be an ingenious farewell——

"I, too, have seen the light."

The voice was soft, and in the next second, it was scattered in the cool wind of early spring.

Lin An is dead.

The last tear fell slowly, like a gentle caress on her face.

Ending the chapter, Warm Sun in Devonshire.

Morning came, but Lin An's home was dim day and night.

Cedric came here in the morning as usual and kissed the forehead of the sleeping girl on the bed.

"Good morning, my princess."

Before the summer vacation, the memories of the three school students about the Triwizard Tournament were all tampered with.

That's a big project.

Now everyone's impression of the last level of the Triwizard Tournament is that Cedric and Harry tied for first place, fought against the mysterious man together, and successfully escaped.

An epic hero story.

Lin An was found by Madam Pomfrey in the medical wing, and she still had a heartbeat and breathing.

So, in theory, she is still alive.

In the letter she left to Dumbledore, she explained her plan——

"My dear Mr Dumbledore.

First off, please don't bury me.

If you bury me, then a few months later, if someone crawls out of the grave and knocks on your door, please understand.

In a sense, I did die.But I am unwilling to accept death, so I choose to imprison my soul, and then use time to wake it up.

To be honest, sir, I'm not sure if I'll wake up, or how long it will take.But if I'm still breathing and my heart is still beating, then I have hope.

For everything that happened in this maze, I think Harry should have explained it to you.

And what I want to say is that no matter what the outcome is——

Please give Cedric the credit he deserves, I don't think I've done enough to make him great.Of course, sorry to leave you with such a mess.

I also want to apologize to him, and hope he can forgive my self-assertion.

Originally, I hoped that he would be with me for the rest of his life, but after I really made up my mind, I found that even if I left, I didn't think it was a big deal.

These are not the most important things.

The important thing is that You-Know-Who is back, for real, and hopefully you can take advantage of what little peace you have left - and train Harry/Potter to be a more than perfect fighter.

The catastrophe of the wizarding world may be coming soon.

By the way, if you can, can you put me on the bed in my house?It must be more comfortable there than in St. Mungo's.

Sincerely, Lin An"

"When will you wake up and talk to me?" Cedric gently pinched Lin An's face.

In the past month, her lifelessness has perfectly faded away, and she looks more and more like a Sleeping Beauty who has been sleeping for a long time.

Ever since he heard his Muggle-born good friend tell the story of Sleeping Beauty, he started calling Lin An:

"my princess"

This is a smart princess who has prepared everything early and does not leave any trouble for others.

Before the competition, she cleaned out the original second floor, leaving only a huge four-poster bed.The curtains on the windows were as well drawn as they had been a year ago, keeping the midsummer sun out of the room.

Every time Cedric came in to see Lin An, it was like entering another quiet and cool world.

This world has the fragrance of narcissus that cannot be dissipated, the slight breath of the girl, and the eyes that have not been opened for a long time.

He is very patient.

This summer vacation is enough for him to prepare a lot of things. He helped Lin An repair the necklace his mother tore off at that time, and said something in Lin An's ear every day:

"I really don't blame you, Xiao An, get up early - make another date with me."

Lin An didn't leave any words for himself, but Cedric knew that Lin An wasn't sure if he could see him again alive.

She was also afraid, afraid that Cedric would blame her for not discussing with herself because of this reckless behavior.

Cedric touched her hand: How could I blame a man who had spent so much time thinking about me?

He knew how determined Lin An was to stun him, drink the compound potion and walk into the maze.

The clock suddenly rang eight times clearly.

It's a pity that he can't stay with her for longer today.

The daily Quidditch training almost made it hard for him to breathe, and he couldn't come back until night to say good night to her.

Cedric kissed her temples lightly, and said softly, "Goodbye."

In summer Devon in the evening, there are large fire-like clouds and a magnificent rose-colored sky.

It's like a beautiful oil painting, and it's like a flower field in full bloom.

Cedric just finished training, took a glass of ice water, and dragged his exhausted body home in the sunset.

When he walked in front of Lin An's house, his back suddenly felt sore, but he pulled himself together, combed his hair twice, and opened the door to go in.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, all the original curtains have been removed, and the orange sunset light seems to be alive, wrapping the clean and elegant living room.

In an instant, he could hardly restrain the ecstasy in his heart, and ran upstairs.

The girl bathed in the sun, sitting on a low stool in front of the window and sipping tea.

Seeing him coming, she ran up barefoot with a smile on her face, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rubbed him affectionately.

"Long time no see, Mylove." Lin An held his face in his hands, and only his appearance was reflected in his beautiful eyes.

Cedric pushed her back into his chest as hard as if he wanted to rub her into his own flesh and blood.

"Welcome back, my princess."

He didn't give Lin An a chance to break free, and bit her ear fiercely again: "If there is another time, regardless of your own safety, no matter why—"

In vain, for some reason, he felt his nose sore again.

"Must tell me."

Lin An closed his eyes and rubbed Cedric's cheek with the tip of his nose.

"I won't leave you again, not even one step."

The sunset in Devon dispelled the haze, and the lovers who kissed in summer made the rose-colored clouds a foil.

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Episode [-], Mother Eagle's bedtime time.

"Don't be afraid, carrot head, mom and dad will accompany you the day after tomorrow, go to bed early."

Mom came back early today, stroking Robert's forehead and urging him to sleep.

Mom looked so good today, Robert smiled contentedly, but he still has a belly