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Chapter 518 I Love You Very Much
It’s really interesting…
Life is fragile yet powerful, sad yet beautiful.
If only I could draw.
I have never learned to paint, otherwise I could at least leave a so-called painting now. In this way, I can at least see that everything has not completely disappeared.
I can't draw at all, my drawing is so ugly. Thinking of this, my heart was slightly touched and it reminded me of another friend. It was really an interesting thing.
In my previous life, I had a very good friend who had a very nice personality and drew beautiful paintings. I envied him very much and I could understand that he put in a lot of effort.
At that time, I wanted to learn painting, but after thinking about it, I decided to give up. After all, painting is just a hobby and it will not help my life in any way. That’s what my family said at the time...
Just like I have been learning dance and singing since I was a child, I am a person with no talent in many aspects. But after I came to another place, I realized that maybe everything is not as correct and absolute as they say.
"Let's start learning to paint from tomorrow..." It shouldn't be too late. The best time to plant a tree was ten years ago, and the second best time is now.
For such a beautiful scenery, I can only see it with my eyes and remember it with my brain, but I can’t take pictures to commemorate it. It makes me feel uncomfortable...
But it doesn’t matter. After all, memories are something that you can always see if you want to, right?
Looking at his bottle of special potion, he would be able to see everything once he drank it.
"I hope you can remember it for a little longer. You can't forget such a beautiful scene so easily..."
I only sent a few seeds, but I didn't expect so many flowers to grow...
The whole person lay in the sea of flowers, trying his best not to crush the weak branches, so that those weak flowers could bloom with their due beauty.
Even in this kind of weather, even in this kind of ice, they still didn't give up...
terribly sorry……
There were traces of turned soil underneath the young sapling. I reached out and slowly dug up the soil there. It was very easy to dig up, so perhaps it was not frozen.
There is a box underneath. Why would a box be buried under a tree? Thinking of this, I subconsciously opened the box. This feeling was too familiar, as if I had opened it many times before.
Inside the box was a piece of paper that was easily torn into pieces. It should be a letter.
"Sister Nuo Linxi, personally..."
Suddenly I realized how important and heavy this letter was. I felt like I could only barely hold it with my whole hand, and it was difficult for me to hold it with both hands.
The outside was opened and the contents were seen to be not paper but cloth.
In this extreme cold, paper is easily broken, but cloth can survive a little longer, with embroidered words on it.
……
The words were embroidered very small, but full, as if if they were not embroidered that small, it would be impossible to ease the deep longing.
It would be great if you could really see this letter.
Suddenly, it disappeared without a trace. The hero was gone, everything was gone...
I can't seem to see any future with you.
I have been waiting for you to come back. I was wondering if you were researching something and forgot us. Do you have any questions that have not been answered, or have you encountered some trouble in some country?
Until an adventurer who accidentally broke into the snowy mountains heard the news of his death...
How could this be possible? Someone as strong as you, as powerful as you, as brave and smart as you, as admirable as you...how could you die in obscurity?
I thought the adventurer was lying to me, but everything turned out to be true...
I always feel that I have not left you, but you are just temporarily trapped in a certain place, and you are just temporarily unable to escape...
I will always miss the tree of yours, which has never sprouted, but I treat it seriously every day. I have buried many seeds under the soil. Maybe when the tree sprouts, these flowers will bloom, but I don’t have that much time anymore…
Snowy mountains are not suitable for human survival or life, and I feel like everything is coming to an end...
I love you...you are my first guide, love you very much, my sister...love you very much...
Below are all "I love you so much". I don't know how many there are in total, but the densely packed weight tells it all.
"I love you very much, too. You didn't blame me for leaving without saying goodbye, and you didn't blame me for being rude. That's great... It's indeed developed, but you won't be able to see it. It's okay. I'll show it to you in the future, okay? Those flowers are really beautiful. I promise they are more beautiful than the most beautiful flowers I've ever seen!"
She spoke in a steady voice, she could no longer cry. Too much time had passed, too much time was too long. It seemed as if nothing could be expressed, as if all the emotions had been buried and covered with the ice and snow.
"I hate that god!"
I hate the God who seemed to have good intentions for me and kept me there for so long! I want to leave, I want to go home, I can't go home, there is no place for me to live, there is no home for me, both of my homes are gone...
With trembling hands, he took out the terminal from the package. He hadn't had time to wear it in the past two days.
"Excuse me, can you hear me? Lord God..." There was no answer. Perhaps he had been eliminated a long time ago. After all, according to what people said, he had been dead for more than 100 years...
"Welcome back."
This sentence is more important than anything else. A welcome back is like giving away everything. It is so beautiful. Yes, I am back!
I will continue to swing my sharp blade at the excessive gods. I will continue to make everyone understand that I am not someone who can be easily messed with. I will make them understand that they will have to pay the price for their wrongdoings...!
Someone needs to make them understand that everything has a price!
"Does my position still exist? Has my property been confiscated? Have I made a special will?"
After calming down, I asked three important questions.
"It doesn't exist anymore, but it doesn't matter. You can restore your position. The property still exists, and you have permanent residency rights. There is no will specifically drawn up by you at home, and most of the copyright fees are used as charity money. Since you are still alive, if you need to return it, it will probably be..."
"You don't have to pay it back, but just don't pay too little next time."