Blood Princess and the Knight

"Is that okay?" Lilias grabbed Bai Ji's hand. "OK"

Her voice was hoarse, like that of an old man who was running out of time.

"We promise you." Bai Ji's voice was flat and without any fluctuations. "We won't take the initiative to provoke them, but if they come to provoke us, then it's not us who have the final say."

"You" Lilias smiled bitterly. "Still not calm enough, just like me before"

"I remember, there seems to be something else. Yes, there is something else I haven't said yet..." Rias thought hard, her tone taking on a hint of urgency. She thought hard, and finally thought of it at the last moment.

"Oh, by the way, Baiji, it's in my pocket."

Bai Ji understood and took out a small box from Lilias' pocket.

"Open it and take a look."

Bai Ji opened the box. What was inside was neither luxurious and valuable jewelry nor finely crafted silk. It was just a folded and slightly wrinkled sweater.

"Happy birthday, Bai Ji." Lilias forced a smile. "It will be your fourth birthday in three weeks. I may not be able to celebrate your birthday, so I'll just wish you a happy birthday here."

"This sweater looks ugly. I haven't learned the craft for a long time. It doesn't look good, so you won't find it objectionable."

Bai Ji didn't speak, she just hugged the sweater and looked at Lilias quietly. In the storm, water droplets slid down her cheeks.

"I didn't have enough time. I only knitted half of this sweater. There are still many rough places. Just like everything I do in my life, I always make things too extreme and have no beginning or end."

"If I went too far and hurt your heart, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it. After all, I am also a mother for the first time, and I don't know how to properly give you my full expectations. "

"Will you forgive me?"

Amidst the howling wind, Bai Ji nodded imperceptibly.

"Although the process was wrong, fortunately the result is right. I am very lucky Ji, you have always been my pride. You were, are, and will be in the future."

"This beam of light is probably the ancestor coming to pick me up." In the heavy rain, Lilias's voice was suddenly full of hope. However, where did the light and hope come from in this violent storm? Except for the strong wind and thunder, there was only What remains is the endless black haze.

Where is the glimmer of hope?

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"Maybe it's my misunderstanding." Lilias said bitterly. "I'm almost out of my mind, how could there be ancestors coming to pick me up?"

"It's a pity that I can't continue to look at you like this." Lilias held Bai Ji's face, and she could feel the power draining away from her body bit by bit.

"But don't worry, I won't let you worry. Even if there is nothingness waiting for me, I will silently pray for you in the dark nothingness."

"Silently, praying for you"

"Boom!" The flash of thunder divided the pitch-black sky into pure white, and the buildings were reflected palely. At that moment, heavy rain poured down.

"Sister Huang!" The people who caught up happened to see this precarious scene and stopped involuntarily.

Bai Ji hugged the girl who looked very similar to herself tightly in her arms. The two white-haired girls hugged each other. No, it should be said that it was just Bai Ji holding the girl who had stopped moving. Regardless of the wind and rain, she seemed to have turned into a girl. A sculpture.

Everyone looked at this scene with complicated expressions.

The nobles of the blood clan knelt down on one knee and offered their devotion to the previous queen. The elders bowed their heads and said nothing, and the rain wet their hair. Duke Delan looked up to the sky and sighed, shaking his head. At this moment, he seemed to be old. Twenties.

The flowers in the city lost their petals in the heavy rain.

Flowers bloom again, and people are no longer young. Everything is like the final petals and passes away with the wind and rain.

The curtain call in the heavy rain was also a wordless farewell, undisturbed.

The heavy rain outside the window has been going on for several days. No matter how hard it rains, the gloomy sky remains the same, and black mist covers every corner of the world.

The lower areas were completely submerged, but the rain still showed no intention of stopping, as if it wanted the world to sink into the endless deep sea.

The rampant war finally ushered in the wrath of the gods, and mortals were punished by heaven for their actions.