The pure curtains fluttered in the night wind. That wave of ups and downs was the only interpretation of its beauty. Occasionally, a few drops of cold raindrops drifted in, carried away by the wind.
Didn't mortals often say that one had to be good at discovering beauty?
However, without calming down, how could he discover it?
Just like how she was unable to calm down at this moment…
Outside the window, it had been drizzling for an unknown period of time. It was gentle and silent, bringing only a moment of silence. It also covered the entire city outside the window with rain and fog, adding a hazy and alienated beauty.
However, no matter how light the rain was, no matter how blurry the fog was, it could not enter her eyes.
A thin figure was wrapped in his deep and sorrowful demonic eyes.
She didn't know if it was a coincidence or on purpose, but the window of her room faced the center of the city. She had a wide view and could see everything in front of her.
Under the quiet night sky, apart from one or two pedestrians, there was only a thin and small young elf at the foot of the opposite building. Because there was nowhere to hide from the rain, they could only curl up helplessly under the wanton rain. The transparent wings on his back also lost their luster and drooped down dejectedly.
It was unknown how long the string kite had been sitting in front of the window and how much it had seen.
In her memory, the elf had followed them to the inn and stared at them for a while, not daring to enter. Then, his body, which obviously did not know any spell power, was drenched by the drizzle bit by bit…
Half the night had already passed.
Sighing inwardly, the woman in front of the window finally stopped looking. With a light tap of his toes, he turned into a red shadow and waded into the rain.
She had never been merciful, but this scene…reminded her of the first time she met Qian Ye.
She saw that the child with dual bloodlines had fallen to the ground covered in wounds under the humiliation of a few royal children, oh, her younger brother and sister. His purple-brown hair was dirty from the blood. Her beautiful face was covered in bloody scars. The body under the simple robe was so thin and weak. Her eyes, which were supposed to be bright, were as still as still water…
What kind of despair was needed to brew that!
……
Under the curtain of rain, the woman, who was still dry, slowly stretched out her fair hand. Her eyes were in a daze.
Just like 200 years ago, in a corner of the palace in Canglian Capital City, the young her extended her hand to the child that everyone called an ominous thing.
It took the young elf a long time to regain consciousness, and he looked at her in a flattered manner.
The difference was so great.
She was elegant, sad, and indifferent. He was helpless, weak, and mysterious.
Finally, he placed his slightly moist hand in hers with a trembling hand.
The red shadow reappeared, and the two of them disappeared from where they were.
It was still in front of the window. String Kite sat there indifferently. In his hand, he held the wine cup that he had put down earlier.
"There are dry clothes and towels in the wardrobe.”
After saying this, she did not say anything else.
Saving him was her limit. No matter how similar the situation was, this child was not shallow.
"Oh…"
He opened the simple wardrobe and took out a set of robes and a dry towel that were already available in the shop.
He turned around and looked at the woman who was not looking at him. Only then did he slowly unfurl the cloth.
She did not wipe her body first, but wiped the wet hair on his body first.
He carefully wiped it inch by inch.
At this moment, a strange light flashed in the eyes of the woman who was originally sitting by the window.
These few days, apart from occasionally going out for a walk in Lu City, the String Kite group rarely left Lu City. What she did most of the time was just sitting in front of the window. It was unknown whether she was looking at the scenery or in a daze.
If she didn't go out, the other three naturally wouldn't run out for no reason.
Qian Shuchang slipped into the kitchen and disappeared for a long time. Then, she brought a few plates of pastries and tea to Xian Yuan as if she was presenting a treasure. Her eyes were shining with cute stars as she watched her eat bit by bit, and then she fed him a few mouthfuls.
Xianse was still the air around him. During the day, she sat silently in the corner and watched the interaction between the bowstring kite and Qianye. Occasionally, she would let her hair down sourly and stay there for a while. Then, she would have nothing to do.
As for the young elf, it seemed to be called Lennon.
Just like the one before him, he sat quietly every day and curiously watched the strange atmosphere between the three demons. He rarely went out.
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Today, something was different.
From the corner of her eye, she saw the small figure disappear behind the door. String Kite moved her gaze away from the window and got up from the recliner.
She glanced at the quiet girl in the corner and hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.
"I'll go out for a while. See if you have anything to prepare. We're leaving. If he comes back later, tell him that I'm going out for a while and I'll be right back.”
With that, he followed the figure out of the room without looking back.
As he watched the corner of the red robe disappear behind the door, a sadness that could no longer be hidden appeared in his eyes. The tip of her nose turned sour and tears rolled down her face.
He began to hate the person who claimed to have created him in the Abyss Tower.
Why did she have to give him the same appearance as others? No matter how beautiful this face was, in her eyes, it was just a substitute!
However, if it wasn't for this face, how could she put him in her eyes in this huge world? Even if it was just a moment…
What was the opportunity that could change him, the so-called Son of God, in the southeast that that person mentioned? Could he really have any hope for that?
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Demon Eye locked onto the young elf behind the inn, who was frowning slightly and had a complicated expression unlike usual. The string kite slowly walked down the stairs.
Step by step, he approached the elf hiding behind the bushes, but stopped ten steps away from him. The corners of her lips curled up into a sinister smile.
In the next moment, he pretended to be looking for someone and called out,
"Lenore, where are you? We're leaving! Lennon…"
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Today is the third chapter. This chapter might not be written well. Dear friends, please forgive me...
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