【狂连】Taiyin

Yimulian only felt that he was being teased and almost fainted.

It's not that Huang is so rough, in fact, he couldn't be more gentle this time. In order not to hurt the fetus, he specially put a cushion under his body, supported his waist with one hand, and protected Yimulian's stomach with the other. , lingering and turning slowly.Because it is really slow, and the movements are very tender and sweet.

Yimulian clearly felt the presence of that thing in his body, the shape of a fully erection and the heat that could not be ignored.Its ferocity is fully exposed, but the master deliberately restrains himself, rubbing slowly in the drenched cunt, and after a while, lewd juice gradually seeps out from the place where the genitals intersect, and drips viscously on the satin bed sheet superior.The moans sounded like bubbles that were getting bigger and bigger. After a long time, they gradually burst into "beep bang bang". The unstoppable voices surged like a tide.Through the thin bed curtains and partitions, they have been transmitted to the ears of Yingcao at the door holding anti-abortion decoction.

Yingcao stood at the door with a red face, hearing the commotion inside getting louder and louder, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty.She wondered why it was always my turn to bump into each other, she thought to herself, took a few steps back with the porcelain bowl in her hand, and then glanced at the source again.

Alas, forget it, I'm afraid it won't be over for a while.

When His Majesty asks about medicine, he should know what's going on...

Yimulian lay on the bed, as if he had been overdrawn.Huang stretched his head over, gently grabbed his face, kissed his lips, and moved his lower part leisurely.He is so familiar with this body that he has a clear grasp of every sensitive point in it.He knew where to move would make the person under him more comfortable, but he was not in a hurry, prodding and thrusting a few times before concentrating on entanglement with his lips and tongue.

He is so leisurely and content, it seems that he has enough time, it is not like making love, but more like tasting some delicious food.Anyway, people belong to him, time also belongs to him, he enjoys the endless love at this moment, but Yu Yimulian is really a sweet torture.

His lunar body was in the period of pregnancy, and he hadn't had sex for a long time.The flesh that has been fucked for a long time does not even use grease, it will happily secrete body fluids on its own, and entertain the invading giant well, even every time it is slightly pulled away, it is reluctant to shrink Tightly hold on to it, wishing to keep that thing for a lifetime.Several times of slow thrusting and thrusting, the intestinal wall was scorched, and the wet and greasy juice overflowed from the joint, forming a circle of fine white foam at the mouth of the bright red hole.

Huang Ting moved a few times, then stopped.He let his huge penis be contained in it, and stroked it along the curve of the straight buttocks. It was as smooth as satin, so fleshy that people couldn't put it down.

He knew that this person was born with such a figure, probably due to the influence of the Taiyin physique. Although he was a masculine man in terms of gender, there were some deviations in the details.His appearance is gentle and handsome, and his figure is not tall and strong, except for some muscle mass that can be seen faintly in his clothes, but it can't help but pale in comparison with Huang.Not to mention his body wrapped in layers of clothes. Although he gradually became aware of this after he became an adult, he was ashamed to speak out and often covered it with loose clothes, but once he took off his coat, his naked body was completely exposed.His buttocks are round and upright, not narrow and strong like ordinary men, but more feminine.

Yimulian naturally knew his fault, so when Huang's hand lingered on his lower back, he hurriedly turned over and opened his hand.

Seeing this, Huang leaned over and bit his ear: "What's wrong?"

Yimulian didn't make a sound, but his face and body were all panting red.He was quiet for a while before he calmed down, cleared his voice, frowned, and tried his best to maintain his usual serious tone.

"What are you touching?"

The barren things are still stuck inside at this time, swelling and thirsty, seeing him pretending to be alienated, his throat moved unconsciously.He cleared his throat, sticking to his ear and exhaling hot air.

"Because I like you here."

Yimulian turned his face away, his eyes were still moist, sweat was seeping on his forehead, the aftertaste of pleasure had not yet passed, he was trembling with excitement.But the eyes are quiet, and there seems to be some incredible dodge mixed in it.Huang knew that he was a little ashamed of his feminine figure. Although he didn't usually express it, he was used to wrapping himself tightly in a wide robe and covering the curve of his hips.When Huanai is in love, she doesn't want to do more movements, but when she sees Huang's naked, strong and fit body, there is no doubt of obsession and envy in her eyes.

Huang didn't continue talking, but directly replaced the words with the movements of his hands.He supported Yimulian's buttocks, lingered along the arc a few times with his palms, and then suddenly pulled out the penis that was still embedded in his body.He hasn't ejaculated yet, but the self-secreted body fluid in the hole has already stained the whole thing wet and shiny, even the pubic hair.The moistened acupoints are bright in color, already extremely wet, soft and slippery. When the huge thing in the body is pulled out suddenly, Yimulian can't help but feel the emptiness in the back acupoints. He is about to turn his head to look, but unexpectedly the thing is tight Then move it lightly along the thighs.

The stem head still secretes a little body fluid, and when it touches the smooth buttocks, there are blurred and lingering marks.Huang held the penis under his body and moved it from the hip to the waist bit by bit.

It seems to be deliberately dirty.

The glans head was still stained with shiny body fluids, but it was like an animal, using its own things to divide the territory on the enclosure, obscene and shameful.Yimulian's back was sore and his legs were weak, so he had to lie on his stomach and let his things slide to his waist, and the depression connecting the buttocks and waist lingered back and forth on it like a painting.

Huang is having a lot of fun playing here, but Yu Yimulian is an unbearable torture.Prolonged sex has already trained his body to become more sensitive, and his back hole is also very empty.

Yimulian suddenly reached out and grabbed the thing.He looked at Shanghuang with a bit of teasing and funny eyes, closed his eyes, and said unbearably: "...you come in quickly."

I don't know when Huang developed a bad taste in the bed. He always likes to do everything possible to provoke the other party's desire, and then wear down this patience little by little.It seemed that he especially wanted to see Yimulian being tortured by him and begging for mercy, but after a long time, Yimulian didn't make him happy. When he couldn't bear it anymore, he ignored his usual dignified and dignified appearance, and stretched out his right hand In the past, hold Huang's genitals and send them into the back hole between his buttocks.

Huang held his breath, feeling that the most sensitive part was being gently held by a thin white hand at this moment, the glans slipped through the very familiar small hole, and before he even entered, he saw that soft and moist place open Yihe couldn't wait to get up.Huang's throat tightened when he saw it, and he didn't even understand his voice, which was usually a little ruthlessly low: "Is that why you want me?"

At this moment, Yimulian's mind is no longer as clear as it used to be, and his mind is full of obscene hunger and thirst.He nodded, and said with a crying tone: "Hurry up, come in."

"You asked for it yourself, take care of it later."

Huang's arms tightened around Yi Mulian's waist, supporting his genitals, his lower body sank as he wished.As if a stone was thrown on the surface of the pool, the ripples gradually rose, and then the waves under the pool surged.Yimulian's body kept bouncing up and down with the thrusting and thrusting again and again, and the ultimate pleasure accumulated in his body layer by layer.Huang knew the sensitive spot deep in his intestinal wall, and knew where to get it and how to mess with it to be the most comfortable.Everything about his body is well known.

Because of the previous experience of gently grasping and slowly grasping, the body at this time has basically been completely opened.The unfinished pleasure continued to prolong, and he didn't know if it was because his body was extra sensitive during pregnancy. He only felt that the penis in his body was a little harder and hotter than before, and he straightened it again and again. Pounding the deepest part of the body, hitting hard on the itches.

Yimulian held that penis in his mouth, and the opening of his acupoint was numb from being hit by Huang Sheng.However, he still eagerly catered to him with his waist straightened and his hips tilted up. Huang caressed his slightly curved lower abdomen. This should be an extremely weird appearance on a man, but for him, it miraculously added a touch of weirdness. The beauty comes out.

Huang's breathing became thicker, and he lifted a strand of hair hanging from his ear and asked, "Is it comfortable?"

Yimulian could no longer speak, only nodding with tears in his eyes.

Huang Wu spontaneously accelerated the thrusting of his crotch, while eagerly leaning forward to entwine him with lips and tongue.Every minute and every second the two of them spend together seems to be fused together with their flesh and blood, which makes people feel satisfied.

The two of them are at the point where their passion is in full swing, so they can't help but get a little out of control.The giant pestle pounded the wet little hole repeatedly, and the wall of the hole also spasmed, sucking the penis hungrily.The mouth of the hole has been inserted into a muddy place, and the juice is overflowing, almost melting into a pool of spring water under the body.Both eyes were tightly closed, the corners of his eyes were slightly moist, and he usually didn't like to speak, but this time his son really couldn't control himself, screaming one after another until his voice became a little hoarse.Huang stroked his long hair and felt it down, it was wet and sticky, his body was also dripping with sweat, his chest heaved violently.

Only then did Huang's sanity come back, and he kissed gently against his forehead: "...is it okay?"

Yimulian didn't know whether the phrase "Is it okay" he said meant whether his body could still support it, or the evaluation of the sexual incident just now, it was really difficult to answer, so he had to ambiguously pass it, and bit it lightly. He rubbed his bare shoulders to hide his hot cheeks.The force was obviously not heavy, but Huang took a breath.The slightly bouncing object in the hole was unbearable, and finally stabbed fiercely to the deepest point. Yimulian could even feel that the opponent's glans was stuck in the depth and swelled a little, and it was firmly stuck in the back hole. At this point, the thick semen is completely released.

The two hadn't had sex for a long time, and this time they were extremely hot and excited. The semen was pouring out one after another, and the amount was so large that it almost felt like incontinence.Huang's hand moved to the agitated genitals in front of him, gently moved Yimu several times, and finally leaked thin white fluid.

After a hearty chat, both of them seemed to be tired, lying on the bed, cheek to cheek, whispering nose to nose.

After being suppressed for a long time, Huang, who was finally nourished, seemed extremely satisfied, and his hands were still wandering on the opponent's messy body reluctantly.Yimu tightened the skirt of his clothes and glared at him.But this look, under the appearance that the corners of the eyes and brows are all red, really has no deterrent effect, Huang smiled softly, and fondled his flat breasts.

"I heard that it will swell after giving birth... I wonder if you will?"

Yimu Lianxin jumped suddenly: "What nonsense!"

Huang pursed his lips and still smiled, the corners of his mouth were not very curved, but there were smiles between his brows and eyes.Yimulian felt a little uneasy in his heart. Indeed, in recent days, for some reason, his breasts have become inexplicably fuller than before, and the nipple tips have also swollen a little. This strange feeling is simply shameful and ridiculous.At this time, the nipples were pinched by Huang, and naturally they also stood upright.Hearing Huang's words, it seemed that he had foreseen something, or that he had already prepared for this matter. This time, he made this special sentence. I think it was not a sudden naughty joke, but...

Yimulian's temples couldn't help twitching, and his head seemed to be buzzing.After being stunned for a long time, he said in a daze: "The body of Taiyin... shouldn't be able to..."

Huang pulled his hand and kissed it close to his mouth, still saying the dirty words that made people blush and heartbeat: "If you can, don't give it to others."

Yimu didn't make a sound, wrapped his face in the quilt and fell asleep, but was dug out tirelessly, hugging him in his arms, with his chin resting on his head, completely occupying him in a domineering way.

His things were still stuck between Yimulian's legs, although he had just vented not long ago, he was still energetic.Yimulian became a little stiff in his arms, considering that his stomach was puffed out and it was inconvenient to do more exercise.Huang didn't seem to notice his nervousness at this time, rubbing against the messed up rear, following the slippery body fluids, pushed himself in again without any difficulty.

Yimulian groaned dumbly.

Huang bit his ear and whispered softly: "Just hold it like this, go to sleep."

It takes ten months to conceive in Taiyin, just like women in the world.

In the past ten months, Yimulian also went back to visit clan members and relatives whom he had not seen for a long time.

Because his body was already very heavy, he rejected Huang's request, and he didn't want to go out in a big way. He only brought two attendants and maids each, and prepared a carriage. out the side door.

When Huang looked at him, he saw that he was dressed plainly, except that the fabric of the clothes could be seen to be of the highest quality, there was not even a single bit of decoration or pattern in other places.

He asked casually, why did he do this, and said with a single glance:

"It's better not to be too conspicuous."

Huang Dao was a little curious, grabbed his hand, put it in his own palm, looked at him and said:

"how?"

He held Yimu Renren, was silent for a while, and replied:

"In the clan, there should not be many people who are familiar with me."

Huang held his hand, tightened imperceptibly, and smiled slightly:

"It seems that when you were in Taiyin, your popularity was not very good."

"That's not true..." Yimulian knew he was joking, and continued his words graciously, with a gentle and nostalgic smile in his eyes, "I still have many brothers and sisters. Before Praying for Rain, there were many other good friends in the clan."

"What about now?" Huang's mind was not on his answer, looking at his round belly, he couldn't help but gently raised his hand and caressed him very gently.

He turned his head away, and suddenly stopped talking, several maids hurriedly moved around the room, packing up the things they needed to bring along with them, making rustling noises, Huang followed him and stopped, and both of them turned their heads away , through the window, quietly looking at the flowers and plants in front of the porch.

Today's sunshine is really good. When it falls into the room, every particle of dust in the air is clearly visible.

Until I heard a high-pitched, clear horse honking from outside the palace wall not far away.

"You should go."

Firefly came to call him.

After calling out, she withdrew, stood by the door, and waited with her hands down.

"Be careful on the road." Huang told him.

"Of order." Yimulian supported his waist, and slowly bent down, with some difficulty, but his movements were resolute, without any hesitation, he bowed to him.

Huang watched him bow down heavily, a small, smooth neck bone protruded from the back of his white neck, looking down at him with loving and gentle eyes.

He has never forgotten the etiquette that should be performed. Even in the closest relationship, even after such a long time, Yimulian's posture is humble and humble.

At this moment, he bent down, under the refraction of the bright light in the room, Huang recalled in a trance, that time when he knelt in front of him, speaking with a trembling voice.

——It seems that he is still a little rainmaker on the remote and desolate rain-prayer platform outside the capital, and he is still the emperor who sits high up in the rich palace and has never even seen him.

When Yimulian raised his head, his thoughts were temporarily interrupted. He habitually wanted to look at his face again, but saw a trace of deep fatigue on it.

A bit of weariness cast over his pale, clean face.Like dust that cannot be wiped off,

"Just now, His Majesty asked me how the people I knew before are doing now..."

"Ah."

"I've lived a long time, and they're all pretty much dead."

"..."

"I haven't made any new friends since a long time ago."

Yimulian turned around and said softly.

Among the Taiyin clan, there are still people of Yimulian's generation who are still alive.

However, there are not many left, in fact, there is only one person, she is the youngest cousin of Yimulian, she has never been married, and has always stayed in the clan.

In her daily life, there is nothing worth talking about, but she just stays at home, occasionally going out to bask in the sun and see her younger generation.

The juniors sometimes asked her enviously:

"What's the secret to your longevity?"

She smiled and replied:

"If you don't marry for a lifetime, first of all, you will have less trouble getting along with your mother-in-law, and second, you will lose the trouble of raising children. If you feel healthy, why don't you live longer?"

When the younger generations heard this, they immediately felt that it made sense, but some couldn't help asking:

"Isn't that too lonely, too lonely?"

She laughed and said:

"With you little grandchildren here, I can't even enjoy myself, how can I feel lonely?"

The children glanced at each other, and someone hesitantly whispered:

"Then... what if we grow up, leave home, and are no longer by your side?"

She stretched out her wrinkled hand and patted the child's head, and fell silent for a while.

The child looked very nervous, looking up at her with his little face up.

"That's not the case." She said, "When people leave, they can't take the comfortable life together."

She was sitting under the eaves basking in the sun.

The small rocking chair was brought to the yard for her by someone else, and she couldn't move it. The cushion on the rocking chair had been used by her for many, many years, and the edges were worn out and hairy. She was reluctant to throw it away. When it is bright, it is sewn stitch by stitch.

Her legs and feet have some problems, and they always hurt when it rains, so she calls the opportunity to bask in the sun "drying legs", and she stays motionless, in the most comfortable and relaxed posture, arching her whole body on the chair superior.

Not far from her, squatting a cat with smooth and shiny fur, nestled on the tiles, a fluffy ball.

Under such dim and warm sunlight, she could not see what was in front of her eyes, but only the memories in her mind.

When she was confused and drowsy, she suddenly heard someone shout:

"The queen of today...the queen is here!"

The cat jumped off the tiles.

She opened her eyes tremblingly. For a moment, her dull mind didn't quite understand the meaning of that sentence, and her eyelids seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist.

She saw a person standing in front of her, with a familiar but strange figure.

So she slowly sat up from the chair, and leisurely moved over, trying to get a better look.

Yimulian stood quietly in front of her, looking at his youngest sister.

She was very old, her hair was gray, her face was covered with spots, her skin was sagging and drooping, and her eyes were yellow and dull.

When she recognized his face, there was a sweet and bright light in her eyes for a short moment, her expression was clear, and her whole face became lively, as if she had returned to her girlhood.

But in the next second, she came back to her senses, as if she was awake.

She had been sitting for a long time, her legs were a little numb, and she couldn't stand up. Looking up at her young brother, her blurred vision swept over his plump skin, ruddy lips, straight and slender bones, youthful and beautiful, Still all on him.

She didn't say a word, but gradually her lips quivered, and a look of pain and despair appeared in her eyes.

Yimulian watched her turn around abruptly, with her back facing him, making a weeping, heart-piercing sound, her shrunken, curved body laying on the back of the chair, twitching after a while.

Tears slid down her cheeks and fell drop by drop on the cushions, turning a small patch of light-colored fabric into a darker color.

Someone heard such an unusual sound, knocked on the door to check, saw the situation in the yard, and was slightly taken aback.

Yimulian waved his hand to him, indicating that it's okay here and let him go out.

Before the young clansman left, he had a very surprised expression, his legs were walking out, but he kept turning his head to look at him, his eyes stuck to his body, and he didn't move halfway.

Yimulian felt the stinging eyes of others on his neck, but he stood stiffly and did not raise any objections.

Everyone—everyone in the Taiyin tribe, when they saw him and his protruding belly, they had such strange eyes.

He waited for her to stop crying, walked to her side very slowly, stretched out his hand, gently stroked her gray hair, held her head in his arms, and didn't care about the tears she hadn't dried up. Scratching onto his clothes.

"You and my mother are really similar."

He said.

She struggled out of his arms, sneered, and said:

"Why, is it because I'm just as old as when my aunt passed away?"

"No." Yimulian replied. "Before she died, when she held my hand..."

He held her withered and bony hand tightly, and continued calmly:

"It also looked at me with such hatred and painful eyes."

She stared at him blankly.

After hearing this sentence, she was like a small cluster of flames rising suddenly, and was poured down by a bucket of water again. She seemed to have lost her strength, and she limply leaned back, fell on the back of the chair, and caught it in time with one glance. her.

She leaned her head against his swollen abdomen, and heard the sound of another life coming from his belly in her ears, as if she could feel the temperature of his body on her cheeks, unknowingly, tears rolled out of her eyes Come.

——Really familiar body temperature.

...Really, what a weird feeling.

"You really don't need to cry."

Yimulian said softly.

"After living for a long time, I really have a lot of troubles."

"really?"

"..."

"I asked you a question, and you hesitated." She smiled bitterly, and said mockingly, "It seems...you don't believe in yourself too much."

Yimulian could smell her body, the stale smell unique to the elderly.

For a moment, many memories flashed through his mind, scene after scene, like a scroll of pictures gradually unfolding

There are scenes of him running and chasing with his brothers and sisters when he was a child;

Accompanied by the clinking sound of the golden dragon ball falling into the basin at the coming-of-age ceremony;

On the stage in the center of the market, he knelt down soaked in the majestic drums and rain, thanking God for his gift;

He watched brothers and sisters, relatives and friends, one by one, grow old and die, being lifted up and put into coffins.

He wore black mourning clothes again and again, and every time he stood at the front of the line, shedding many, many tears.

Gradually he began to understand that man is no match for the destiny.

Most people live only a few decades, compared with his longevity, it's like a white horse passing by.

The last time, it was a good friend of his who died in childhood. Amid the high, orderly, and rehearsed cries that filled the funeral hall, he stood in the crowd, held his head up, and abruptly dropped a drop. Tears did not fall.

Someone poked him with an elbow and said angrily:

"Why don't you cry?"

He opened his mouth and blinked his eyes, his nose was a little sour, but his eye sockets were dry, and there was no trace of moisture in the corners of his eyes.

"What a cold heart!"

The man said bitterly.

"Extremely ruthless..."

Hearing such accusations, there was no fluctuation on his face, and his heart was dead silent, like a lake that had long since ceased to cause ripples.

To live is really boring, but to die has no courage.

Wherever you live, let it be there.

Looking at the stone tower outside the city, among the green mountains and trees, watching the sun fall from the western sky, I thought so in my heart.

——It seems to have completely resigned to fate.

Until he heard a "Yimulian" call.

Until he lowered his head and saw under the tower, the handsome young man on the white horse who looked up and looked at him intently.

She looked at Yimulian for a while and was silent for a while, her eyes were facing her, looking dazed and confused, she guessed that he was looking at other places and thinking about other things through her.

So she tugged on his sleeve a little.

Just like when I was a kid.

Then he raised his chin as if awakened, blinked his eyes, looked at her for a moment, and moved his lips.

She was suddenly a little apprehensive, a little scared, not knowing what he was going to say.

"Look at us, we have all lived to this age..."

"Well..." she followed like a dream.

"I don't need to mention those self-deceiving words."

In Yimulian's eyes, there was a gentle and peaceful smile.

"After living for a long time, there are indeed countless troubles."

"But I now feel that this is a great piece of luck."

"why?"

"Otherwise, there would be no chance to meet certain people."

His eyelashes fell down, facing the sun, casting a small shadow on his face, which was densely fluffy.

She looked at the shadow and was stunned for a while.

"I want to... ask you a question."

"Excuse me."

"Have you regretted it?"

"Even if you regret it, so what?" He came to ask her back.

"......"

Yimulian stood up and stood in front of her, his expression suddenly became solemn, and he answered word by word with his head bowed:

"I don't regret anything I say or do."

What happened later?

What happened later was also very simple.

As the delivery date was approaching, everyone was extremely nervous, including Huang, who came to ask him how he was doing all day long.

Instead, Yimulian came to comfort him and said:

"everything will be fine."

Sure enough, it went well and went well.

Their first child is a boy.

Two years later, another was added.

At the beginning, there were officials and nobles who were eager to move, persuading the emperor to add a new house and marry a new concubine.

But the heart of the emperor is a bandit, and it cannot be changed.

Gradually, the voice of dissent became smaller and smaller until it was buried in a corner and could no longer be heard.

The emperor and his queen of Taiyin have become the most typical couple legend in this country.

At the age of 30, Huang happily said to him:

"Now, no one will ever say, how can I look younger than you?"

At the age of 40, Huang took a look at Yimulian and his own face in the mirror and said:

"Look, this is a mature man and a frizzy young man."

At 50, he said:

"Now, they can be regarded as an old couple and a young wife."

Another 60 years old, 70 years old.

He started lying in bed, drowsy all day long.

The children all knelt outside, watching him side by side, holding his hand.

He seemed to have fallen asleep, but suddenly he opened his eyes and said to Yimulian:

"I want to see you do a rain dance."

He had been in a coma for many days, and when he woke up, the first thing he did was ask him to dance a dance that he hadn't danced in decades.

He gritted his teeth, and his fingers sank into the sheet, so hard that his knuckles were all white.

"For decades..."

He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled ugly.

"I've forgotten how to dance..."

Huang smiled softly:

"You remember."

His hand stretched out very slowly, holding Yimulian's wrist.

"I remember it too."

Holding back his choked voice, he stood up and said:

"it is good."

The children kneeling outside the door felt that the sky outside the window was gradually getting dark after a while.

Thunder fell, and the torrential rain came in an instant.

The entire dormitory was shrouded in fresh, boiling hot humidity.

They looked at each other from left to right, stood up one after another, mustered up their courage, and dared to enter the room.

The emperor was lying on the bed with his eyes still closed, still in the same posture, only with a slight smile on his lips.

Yimulian sat on the ground without making a sound of crying, but the tears kept flowing down his cheeks and neck.

Amidst the waves of mourning from everyone, he stood up in a daze, and walked towards the bed step by step.

After walking a few steps, he fell down without a sound.

Just a few minutes ago, Arara had said to Yimulian:

"Unfortunately, I haven't been able to watch you dance like this a few times."

"If so, the world may be flooded."

He smiled bitterly, raised his hand, and pointed to the dark sky outside the window.

Huang was still talking, but he was already so tired that he could hardly keep his eyes open.

"In the next life, there is also a chance... Maybe it's me... It's okay..."

He fell into a deep sleep, his face was calm and pale, but he had no more desires and desires, and his wish was fulfilled.

the next seven days.

Eyes that never closed once.

The children were very worried about him and advised him to sleep, but he was also unknown.

On the seventh day, someone found him sitting upright on the floor of the mourning hall.

The face is still bright, beautiful, and youthful, but it has lost its breath.