Chapter 45
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Ye Peitian had a strong desire in his heart. He was eager to walk to her side, but there was a huge gap between them.
He could only stand on the very edge of the cliff and look at her.
If she was willing to look at me, he would be willing to jump from there. He thought so in his dream.
“All the splendors that I have had in my life, after all, need to be repaid with loneliness,” the human lowered her head and smiled slowly while reading the words in the book.
The darkness spread to Ye Peitian’s feet and climbed up his body along his legs and covered his face.
Ye Peitian woke up from the dream.
It was already dawn, and Chu Qianxun fell asleep sitting by his bed. Her head was leaning against the bedside cupboard and she slept soundly. There was a book over her knees.
Ye Peitian stared at her sleeping face, then at her hand.
Her hand rested on the book, just revealing the line on the page, “Only when the mist on the heart is washed with water, will glory illuminate the original dream.”
Ye Peitian gazed at her hand for a long time, and the sentence in front of the finger. Her finger was very slender and well-proportioned, but it was covered with all kinds of new and old scars that shouldn’t be there. Ye Peitian stretched out his hand to carefully wrap it around her small palm. He was very close, and he could almost feel the temperature coming from the other person’s skin, but he never held it in the end.
Am I really qualified to hold such a hand?
He closed his eyes and retracted his palm.
—
Not too far from the castle, there was a small oasis surrounded with clear water in the sparse bushes.
Early in the morning, Chu Qianxun brought two buckets to fetch water.
She unknowingly lived there for several days. Ye Peitian’s injury was already too good but this man’s cooking skills were too superb, and every day he could cook with different patterns, making Chu Qianxun salivate over meals. Chu Qianxun, who had eaten bran for five years in the wasteland era, couldn’t bear this temptation, and couldn’t help staying day after day.
Every day she told herself that this was the last day and she must return to her home the next day. But the next morning, when the scent from the kitchen awakened her from her sleep, she couldn’t help but find a reason to stay for another day.
Every night, the man with a restrained expectation sat in the middle of the room. So she developed a habit, and went to his bedside to read a book for him before going to bed, until she watched him fall into a deep sleep.
“It’s not good to be lazy like this,” Chu Qianxun looked at herself in the lake and washed herself with the cold water.
Sparse low shrubs surrounded the lake, and the edge of the lake was abruptly across a damaged ridge. Most of the bridge columns were buried deep in the yellow sand, revealing only a small section of the road eroded by the yellow sand, and those inserted on both sides of the road. The rusty street lights showed that this uninhabited desert area was once a densely populated living area in the golden age.
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Ye Peitian had a strong desire in his heart. He was eager to walk to her side, but there was a huge gap between them.
He could only stand on the very edge of the cliff and look at her.
If she was willing to look at me, he would be willing to jump from there. He thought so in his dream.
“All the splendors that I have had in my life, after all, need to be repaid with loneliness,” the human lowered her head and smiled slowly while reading the words in the book.
The darkness spread to Ye Peitian’s feet and climbed up his body along his legs and covered his face.
Ye Peitian woke up from the dream.
It was already dawn, and Chu Qianxun fell asleep sitting by his bed. Her head was leaning against the bedside cupboard and she slept soundly. There was a book over her knees.
Ye Peitian stared at her sleeping face, then at her hand.
Her hand rested on the book, just revealing the line on the page, “Only when the mist on the heart is washed with water, will glory illuminate the original dream.”
Ye Peitian gazed at her hand for a long time, and the sentence in front of the finger. Her finger was very slender and well-proportioned, but it was covered with all kinds of new and old scars that shouldn’t be there. Ye Peitian stretched out his hand to carefully wrap it around her small palm. He was very close, and he could almost feel the temperature coming from the other person’s skin, but he never held it in the end.
Am I really qualified to hold such a hand?
He closed his eyes and retracted his palm.
—
Not too far from the castle, there was a small oasis surrounded with clear water in the sparse bushes.
Early in the morning, Chu Qianxun brought two buckets to fetch water.
She unknowingly lived there for several days. Ye Peitian’s injury was already too good but this man’s cooking skills were too superb, and every day he could cook with different patterns, making Chu Qianxun salivate over meals. Chu Qianxun, who had eaten bran for five years in the wasteland era, couldn’t bear this temptation, and couldn’t help staying day after day.
Every day she told herself that this was the last day and she must return to her home the next day. But the next morning, when the scent from the kitchen awakened her from her sleep, she couldn’t help but find a reason to stay for another day.
Every night, the man with a restrained expectation sat in the middle of the room. So she developed a habit, and went to his bedside to read a book for him before going to bed, until she watched him fall into a deep sleep.
“It’s not good to be lazy like this,” Chu Qianxun looked at herself in the lake and washed herself with the cold water.
Sparse low shrubs surrounded the lake, and the edge of the lake was abruptly across a damaged ridge. Most of the bridge columns were buried deep in the yellow sand, revealing only a small section of the road eroded by the yellow sand, and those inserted on both sides of the road. The rusty street lights showed that this uninhabited desert area was once a densely populated living area in the golden age.
Support us by posting comments, or buying Miaomiao11 a coffee to motivate us for more releases. (●ᴗ●)/
Ye Peitian had a strong desire in his heart. He was eager to walk to her side, but there was a huge gap between them.He could only stand on the very edge of the cliff and look at her.If she was willing to look at me, he would be willing to jump from there. He thought so in his dream.All the splendors that I have had in my life, after all, need to be repaid with loneliness, the human lowered her head and smiled slowly while reading the words in the book.The darkness spread to Ye Peitian's feet and climbed up his body along his legs and covered his face.Ye Peitian woke up from the dream.It was already dawn, and Chu Qianxun fell asleep sitting by his bed. Her head was leaning against the bedside cupboard and she slept soundly. There was a book over her knees. Ye Peitian stared at her sleeping face, then at her hand.Her hand rested on the book, just revealing the line on the page, Only when the mist on the heart is washed with water, will glory illuminate the original dream.Ye Peitian gazed at her hand for a long time, and the sentence in front of the finger. Her finger was very slender and well-proportioned, but it was covered with all kinds of new and old scars that shouldn't be there. Ye Peitian stretched out his hand to carefully wrap it around her small palm. He was very close, and he could almost feel the temperature coming from the other person's skin, but he never held it in the end.Am I really qualified to hold such a hand?He closed his eyes and retracted his palm. Not too far from the castle, there was a small oasis surrounded with clear water in the sparse bushes.Early in the morning, Chu Qianxun brought two buckets to fetch water.She unknowingly lived there for several days. Ye Peitian's injury was already too good but this man's cooking skills were too superb, and every day he could cook with different patterns, making Chu Qianxun salivate over meals. Chu Qianxun, who had eaten bran for five years in the wasteland era, couldn't bear this temptation, and couldn't help staying day after day.Every day she told herself that this was the last day and she must return to her home the next day. But the next morning, when the scent from the kitchen awakened her from her sleep, she couldn't help but find a reason to stay for another day.Every night, the man with a restrained expectation sat in the middle of the room. So she developed a habit, and went to his bedside to read a book for him before going to bed, until she watched him fall into a deep sleep.It's not good to be lazy like this, Chu Qianxun looked at herself in the lake and washed herself with the cold water.Sparse low shrubs surrounded the lake, and the edge of the lake was abruptly across a damaged ridge. Most of the bridge columns were buried deep in the yellow sand, revealing only a small section of the road eroded by the yellow sand, and those inserted on both sides of the road. The rusty street lights showed that this uninhabited desert area was once a densely populated living area in the golden age.Support us by posting comments, or buying Miaomiao11 a coffee to motivate us for more releases. /
