There is no talk of the lotus, no crying, only a low whisper.
It's like a wife in the morning saying goodbye to her husband, a sunset husband coming back, and you come back gently. It's as plain as the wine in the glass, but the fragrance of the old is overflowing.
Deep in love, silence is better than sound.
The arms are outspread, xuanyuanche holds Liuyue tightly and tightly.
It is as if to rub Ryukyu into his body, into his blood and become one with him.
Head deeply buried in the neck of Ryukyu, silent tears along the lapel of Ryukyu infiltrated away, scalding a piece.
His wife, his moon.
He did not forget that when he left that day, the petite Ryukyu rushed into the vast fire without hesitation. He did not forget that in the fire, the bloody but persistent Ryukyu on his face.
The Ryukyu moon, which advances and retreats with itself, lives and dies together, and never leaves.
Three years apart, more than a thousand days and nights, thoughts have become a sea.
And now, he's back, he's finally back, back to protect his wife, the only one in this life.
Reach out for the same tightly embrace the xuanyuanche in front of the body, Ryukyu a mouth mercilessly bite in xuanyuanche's shoulder, mercilessly.
The mouth has tasted the smell of blood, but do not want to let go.
Don't let go, don't let go.
Outside, Murong invincible slowly raised a smile. For three years, he thought that what had changed, but in the end, nothing had changed.
Just, more rich, more fragrant.
The relieved smile blooms in the corner of the mouth, just the deep of the eyes, but with a trace of sadness is not sad, but not helpless dark.
I can't understand it. No one can understand it.
Slowly turn around and look at Du Yi. Here, let's leave it to those two people who have been reunited for a long time.
The night wind is flying, and the spring is already hot in summer.
Holding up the cheek of Ryukyu, xuanyuanche lowers his head and kisses it fiercely.
Ryukyu's hands close tightly around xuanyuanche's neck and kisses back excitedly.