chater36 During this period, Liszt and I selected new God King guards, all of whom were outstanding young people.
Ashurai and Theseus were among them, serving as chief and deputy guard captains respectively.
Actually, I didn't really want them to be the God King Guards, but Liszt said they had grown up and told me not to worry about them all the time.
But, how can I not worry?
They are the people I regard as my own children.
There were no ups and downs in my life, and the relationship with Orea was no longer so stiff.
Once I even went to his study to sit for a while.
Orea's painting was still unfinished, and he kept burying his head in front of it. , sometimes when I look up, I feel relieved to lower my head and continue painting.
I don't know what he is painting, but I really admire him for a painting that lasts hundreds of years.
When I walked out of the Hall of Glory and walked through the corridor, I suddenly felt a heartache.
This heartache came so suddenly that I bent over in pain.
I have always been a very late-minded person, but maybe it was only now that I truly felt the pain caused by this accident.
It was so unforgettable that I will never forget it.
The statue in the garden is still so simple and beautiful.
When did I stop sitting under this statue?
I can’t remember.
It’s been too long and too many things have happened.
It’s been so long that we have forgotten too many things. .
I think I really loved him at that time, otherwise I wouldn't come here and talk to a statue every day.
Because that's really silly, right?
Now that I think about it, maybe I was more emotionally obsessed with him at the time.
Just like many people's first love, it may not always be perfect, but I love him the same regardless of whether he is good or bad.
But now I don't know how.
More often, I would like to sit alone in the yard and bask in the sun, holding a book to cover my head, and occasionally looking up to see how the wind is blowing the clouds.
I don't want to think about Sylvid now because I know I can't possibly meet him.
See, I'm such an awkward person.
In fact, I have thought about escaping from heaven and going to the devil world to rescue him, and I have always thought about it.
However, I know that I cannot break Orea's restriction, and if I escape, Orea's anger will be unleashed by everyone.
Unaffordable.
Sometimes I'm confused, does Orea love me or if he ever loved me But I think he probably loves me, otherwise he wouldn't have been so angry when Sylvide proposed to me, although he never said it.
Now that I think about it, this was just a very small thing, too small to be worth mentioning, but it caused me a lifetime of pain.
I still often go to that coffee shop.
It is probably the only place in heaven that has not changed.
The female shopkeeper is still so beautiful and talkative.
The little angel back then has grown into a handsome young man and still plays the piano in the shop every day.
She never knew my identity.
Every time I came here, she would personally make a cup of black coffee for me.
I have stopped drinking cappuccino for several years.
I always felt that something so sweet was incompatible with my state of mind.
Only black coffee The bitterness of coffee can let me know that there are things in the world that are more bitter than my mood, so that I can live happily.
The female shopkeeper never asks about her customers, nor does she talk about her own affairs, but I think the name of her shop is waiting.
It should be waiting for someone.
There are many words.
If she has waited for so many years for someone, it must be her deep love.
The living person.
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But what if that person never comes back?
Is it really worth waiting for such an eternity?
Is it really worth it to wait for such a long time for someone who may never come back?
Is it really possible to persist?
I don't know, maybe it is.
When I left the store, it was almost dark, and the streets were bustling with people, and there would be no change just because one person was missing.
That man is suffering in the abyss right now.
I haven't seen him for four hundred years.
I don’t know what’s going on with him now, will he hate me?
After all, it’s because of me that he became like this.
I wouldn't blame him if he gave up loving me, after all there would be no possibility between us anymore.
And Oztle, he and Lydia are the people I owe the most to.
If I hadn’t asked Oztle to find Sylvide at that time, maybe he and Lydia would still be living happily together, no, It was three people, with Theseus.
Now one of them is trapped in the abyss, and the other's life or death is uncertain.
It's a tragedy for the same.
Oh, by the way, there is Tradoris.
It must have grown very big.
I don’t know if it has become smarter.
It likes to bask in the sun so much, but it can’t get any sun in the abyss.
Many words are small.
Guy must be depressed.
Unknowingly, I was wandering on the street until night.
The streets and alleys were lit with lights.
At a glance, the lights were brilliant and bustling, which was dazzling.
Everything seems to go back many years ago.
In that year, Sylvide was still the Dark God Lord, I was a leisurely archangel, the Twelve God King Guards were still running circles, Orea sat quietly in the study and drew, and Li Dia finds reasons to harass Ozteler every day.
Thinking about it now, it seems like it was just yesterday.
Suddenly, a figure flashed past my eyes and disappeared in the crowded street.
There was only an afterimage left in front of my eyes, lingering in my heart for a long time.
That figure on the back looks so familiar "Hill" I felt my heart contract rapidly.
After being stunned for a moment, I pushed away the crowd and chased him, until I reached the bank of the Jordan River, but the figure seemed to have suddenly disappeared without a trace.
I looked at the endless wilderness, and the stars in the sky seemed to be crumbling.
I shouted heartbreakingly the name that had been in my heart for many years.
My face was soaked with tears.
I swear that I have never cried in these years.
Even though I was so sad, I have always been a strong person.
I cried so miserably, like a resentful woman.
I never knew I could cry like this, so unscrupulously, so heartbroken.
My voice echoed around for a long time without being blown away by the night wind: "Sylvid, Sylvide, come out, why don't you come out, you are obviously here, you are obviously here."
I don’t know how long I cried until I knelt on the ground tiredly.
I thought I really saw it wrong.
It's impossible for him to appear here, and he can't avoid me.
He will definitely come out to see me.
Sylvide, do I miss you too much?
Have we not seen each other for so long that I am hallucinating?
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Or am I completely crazy?
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