(Three-in-one chapter, three days together)

Healy has come to the pinnacle of her life, with no worries, full of strength, and an incomparably broad future, and the world is for her to walk.

And the life of another person has completely fallen to the bottom.

Solandale, who originally owned the entire kingdom, is now truly nothing, let alone status, subjects, and friends. Even life is no longer her own, and as soon as Chino nods, the deniers will tear her apart.

Chino came to Solandelle, and after half a year, he returned as an absolute victor.

He imagined this situation countless times in his mind, and he orchestrated many dialogues, some teasing, some caring, some vicious, some retaining.

He felt that he should say something now, whatever he wanted, just pick some of the words that had been choreographed.

But looking at those blue eyes, he couldn't say anything, and a thousand words seemed to be blocked in his heart.

He didn't know how long he was silent, but he remembered today's date.

Snow returns for 30 days.

He pursed his lips and said to Solandale, "It's your birthday, make a wish." ”

He and Solandale have known each other for 14 years and have been together every year for their birthdays.

As far back as he can remember, Solandale never made any wishes to him.

So, he decided to start the first one himself.

This is not teasing or teasing.

He was serious.

As long as it's not so ridiculous as unrealistic, he'll be satisfied with her.

The cold winter wind howled, bringing up withered leaves, and Chino waited for Solandelle's answer.

In the face of unchanging tenderness, there was no excess emotion in Solandelle's azure blue eyes, as if frozen by the cold wind, only cold.

Quietly, a bleak smile appeared on her face, and she slowly said something that pierced Chino's heart:

"I wish I had never met you."

Time, as if frozen at this moment.

A person who once loved you the most often knows better than anyone how to hurt you most deeply.

Chino had thought of a lot of possibilities just now.

For example, Solandale would beg him not to harm the ministers and guards who were loyal to him, and to give them a way to live.

Yes, no problem.

Life and death are just a thought.

It's just a matter of effort.

For example, Solandelle would force him to leave again under the pretext of making a wish, telling him to leave Dogurand and never return.

It's a bit of a hassle, but it's not impossible.

It would definitely not work before.

Can be used as the first wish in life promised to her if she is going to use it here.

Then do as she wishes.

Anyway, there is a Far Eastern dynasty on the other side of the desert.

It's just a matter of starting all over again.

It is also possible that Solandale took this promise as a humiliation, blurted out in anger, and cursed him to die.

Of course not.

Maybe one day he'll die for something else.

But certainly not to die on a wish.

However, Chino didn't expect Solandale to give such an answer anyway.

She does not want the humblest of prayers, and does not ask for the life of those who are faithful to her.

She did not propose radical temptations, and did not take a chance to change her life.

She didn't even want to vent her emotions, she didn't even want to say "die".

There were so many directions, so many possibilities, she ignored them all, and only made one of the most unlikely wishes-

I wish I had never met you.

Meeting you is the greatest misfortune of my life.

This misfortune, even so great that I would rather give up the opportunity to fulfill my wish, will tell you about it.

Even if I have nothing, I don't want your charity.

14 years have been a mistake in my eyes.

If I could erase one thing from my life, it would be you.

You're so sad, Chino.

What if you win?

Whether you live or die, whether you incarnate as a god or not, whether in the past, present or future, there will be such a person who rejects you on the eternal time scale.

Chino stood in the cold wind, the sound in his ears became more and more blurred, like a layer of frosted glass, his vision gradually dimmed, as if the light was disappearing little by little, and all the scenery was gone, only the cold blue pupils remained.

A sensation that had never pierced the heart before, twisted and tangled in consciousness, and the body shivered without warning, accompanied by an irrepressible desire to vomit rolling in the abdominal cavity.

The corners of Chino's mouth twitched, causing the muscles in his face to twitch as he looked up, trying to divert his attention from the volcano that was about to erupt in his mind, but the more he suppressed it, the more the abomination intensified, and the tide washed away his sanity.

Eventually, for the first time in his life, Chino lost his temper in front of Solandelle.

"Dog thing!" Chino kicked Solandale so hard that he broke several ribs, and he grabbed her by the hair and roared hoarsely, "I gave you everything you have now!" ”

"I helped you win the throne! I'm the one who raised your people! I have given you everything you have to eat, and what you wear. Even the heart in your body was given to you by me! ”

"If it weren't for me, you would have died in the royal city, in the snowfield, in an unknown place! I won't live to this day! You're telling me now that you wish you had never met me??!! ”

Chino punched Solandelle in the face, smacking her blood in the mouth: "You're a dog!" Bah! The dog at least knows that whoever treats it well will wag its tail at whomever it wants! To say that you are a dog is to lift you up! Ungrateful things, you are not as good as a dog!! ”

The refusers were happy just now, but Chino suddenly broke out, and they were immediately frightened.

They don't say they know Chino well, at least they've been in contact with him for a long time and are familiar with his personality and character.

It's not that Chino hasn't been angry in front of them, but he's angry differently than ordinary people.

His anger is often silent, without harsh words or expressions, making you think that nothing has happened, and when the revenge comes, you realize that you have fallen into the abyss.

But now, Chino has no image of the past, and even elegance no longer exists, scolding like a street ruffian, and the sharp image gap directly makes the refusers confused.

Solandelle was kicked and broke her ribs and was beaten until she vomited blood, but she gritted her teeth and didn't even frown, she looked sideways at Chino, who was furious, and laughed in a low voice: "You look so ugly now." ”

Chino broke out and beat Solandel wildly.

He let out a beastly roar and kicked Solandale's body, either breaking bones or flesh with each foot.

He stepped on Solandelle's hand hard, rubbed it left and right with the sole of his shoe, and the flesh was scraped into a large piece, and the originally fair skin was instantly drenched in blood, and Bai Sensen's bones were even exposed in many places.

He grabbed the rock from the ground and threw it at Solandelle, smashing a large bruise on the face that he had kissed so many times, and when he was done, he grabbed her head and slammed it into the ground, bringing up a large patch of blood with each hit.

The refusers stared at the crazy Chino, who was too frightened to speak.

It's not that he thinks Chino's methods are too cruel.

To be cruel, which of Chino's slow-processing methods doesn't make people's scalps tingle?

The beating was laborious, inefficient, and lackluster, and could never have done something that Chino had done before, but it was happening now.

The refusers didn't know what kind of past Chino and Solandelle had, and they couldn't understand how he could be so angry with a simple sentence that they lost control of their emotions, and this kind of transcendent thing made them feel confused and trembling like never before.

Under the stares of the crowd, Chino beats Solandelle in a rough and ugly way, like a child with a tantrum smashing wildly, tearing his former favorite toy to shreds.

Splatters of blood stained Solandelle's face and body, and stained the ground beneath her, but no matter what she was beaten into, she didn't say a word the whole time.

Lust, as the only female refuser with normal life experience in her previous life, has a more delicate mind than anyone else, and when the other refusers are overwhelmed, she seems to have realized something.

Lust mustered up the courage to step forward and stopped Chino's fist that smashed at Solandale: "Stop fighting! ”

A razor-sharp and frantic gaze came to him, and lust looked at the pair of amber eyes filled with anger, and only felt chills all over his body.

But she didn't flinch, grabbed Chino's wrist tightly, and said in a trembling voice, "Hit again. You'll regret it."

"She's going to die!"

Chino stood there dumbfounded, waking up from a dream, twisting his stiff neck and looking over.

Solandelle was beaten to a bloody blur, there was not a good piece of flesh on her body, she fell in a pool of blood, her eyes were half-open and half-closed, the violent blood loss had completely spread her pupils, and there was no movement except for the occasional twitch.

Chino's gaze fell into a trance, and he staggered back, clutching his hair, a suppressed growl in his throat, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

"Shhhh Hissing "Excessive lung ventilation caused the concentration of carbon dioxide in the blood to decrease rapidly, and Chino had a brief respiratory alkalosis, and fell straight to the ground, so frightened that lust quickly hugged him.

Chino pushed away the lust hard, put his fingers on his face and tore wildly, trying to regain consciousness with the pain, but he seemed to forget that he didn't feel the pain.

He clung to it like this, scratching out one bloody scratch after another, and the blood stained his shirt red in an instant, and his face was as dirty as a sculpture of overturned paint

Lust looked at her companions with a pleading gaze, but these people, like her, had never seen Chino collapse like this, and they froze there one by one, not knowing what to do.

Fortunately, Chino's collapse didn't last long, his breathing rhythm slowed down, and his face-scratching and self-mutilating movements stopped, his hands hanging down beside his legs, moving, only blood dripping down his fingertips.

I don't know how long it was silent, Chino closed his eyes, the space in his palm began to twist slightly, and a phoenix serum appeared in his hand, and he threw it at Solandale.

The refusers were at a loss for what to do, and understood the meaning of this move, and Greed quickly trotted over and injected the phoenix serum into Solandale's body.

Although Solandale was beaten to a bloody pulp, fortunately, most of them were traumatic injuries left by rough blows, and her life was not completely exhausted, and the phoenix serum took effect as soon as she was injected into it.

Seeing that the hideous wounds on Solandelle's body began to heal, Lust finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The other refusers may not have realized how critical the situation had just been, but she knew it.

If the girl was beaten to death by Chino, she could not be saved in the end

It won't be anyone else who will be sad afterwards, but himself.

The hustle and bustle of the day came to an end, and the royal city ushered in an exceptionally quiet night.

At the end of the summoning period, the six refusals returned to their own world, and the palace was completely controlled by the rebel forbidden army and fell into the hands of Chino.

It's over.

It's really over.

Although the kingdom is still called "Doguland", there is nothing to do with these four words other than the name.

It was late at night, the sun was sleeping on the horizon, the lights were extinguished, and it was the darkest time of the day, but there was a full moon hanging high in the sky, and the clear moonlight was like water.

The moonlight in late winter was clear and cold, and the moonlight crept through the window and dappled into the queen's bedroom, and the silver glow seemed to weave a soft dream.

The lit fragrance came with a dark fragrance, and the evening breeze caressed the curtain veil and gently blew on Solandale's face, like a gentle touch.

She sat by the window on the floor, her half-open eyes looking at the moonlit room, as if asleep and still awake.

Suddenly, the doorknob was turned, the wooden door rattled, and a man walked in.

The moonlight splashed silver on Chino, and he dragged the plate with both hands, on which lay the delicate food that had just been prepared, as well as a pot of flower wine and two cups.

I don't know if it's because of the day's gaffe that feels stunned, Chino slightly sideways gaze, not looking directly at Solandelle.

His voice was soft, like a whisper, but it was enough to be heard in the silence of the night: "I made you some food, eat what you like." ”

Solandale didn't move, as if she couldn't see or hear anyone else, her blue eyes were still misty and unfocused, like a doll with a broken thread.

Chino stepped forward and placed the plate in front of Solandelle, and by chance he touched the little hand on the ground, and found it cold, so he took off his coat with the heat and gently draped it over her.

"I'll feed you." Chino picked up a sandwich and brought it to Solandale's mouth, but she still didn't move, she didn't even focus her gaze.

Chino pursed his lips and placed the sandwich back on his plate.

He looked into the corner of the room, where a piano was erected, and he sat down in front of it, his fingers beating on the black and white keys, bringing a gentle and tender melody.

This song "To the Little Princess" was a gift from Chino when Solandelle was 12 years old, under Chino's fingers, the sound of the piano carries a sorrowful and watery tenderness, as if to awaken the most lingering memories of the past.

The moonlight is as clear as water, sprinkled on the black and white keys splashing a silver glow, and the sound of the piano turns in the quiet moonlight, as if telling the loneliness of the world with the bright moon.

After a long time, the song ended, and the piano was finished.

Chino looked at Solandale, who was unresponsive, with an indescribable loss in his eyes, and he gently closed the lid and whispered, "Good night, sleep well." ”

Chino got up and was about to leave the dormitory when he suddenly heard a murmur from behind him: "You played the wrong game."

"Huh?" Chino stared blankly at Solandale.

Solandelle was still sitting in the corner, she tightened the clothes that Chino had draped over her shoulders, and said with a sloppy eye, "You played the wrong one. The last paragraph of the finale expresses the parting between the two. ”

"The time of parting is indeed sad and sad, but parting is not separation, the two will meet again after parting, and they can finally see each other again."

"That mood is mixed with sadness and anticipation and joy for the next reunion, so the melody should play a melodious rising tone, not a tactful falling tone"

Chino stood there sluggishly, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses, he smiled and kept patting his forehead: "Oh yes yes yes yes it should be like this, it didn't play right just now"

He looked at Solandale with a faint expectant gaze, "You are more familiar with this piece than I am, I thought you had forgotten about it."

Solandelle finally moved, she picked up the sandwich on the plate and took a bite, shaking her head gently: "This song is my most memorable birthday present, how can I forget?" ”

"I've always wanted to ask you, you probably didn't see me before you wrote this piece, how did you write it?"

Chino smiled and said, "Imagine." ”

"Imagine?" Solandale muttered.

Chino nodded: "Yes, imagine." I imagined the perfect little princess and based on her to create this track. ”

After hearing this, Solandale couldn't help but wonder: "Compared to the perfect little princess in your mind, did I disappoint you?" ”

Chino's eyes reflected Solandelle's figure, and his voice was as soft as the evening breeze: "It's exactly the same." ”

Solandale looked at Chino and smiled slightly: "Sometimes it feels like time is very vain, and the first time I met you seems to be just yesterday, I can recall every detail." ”

Chino asked with interest, "For example?" ”

Solandelle: "For example~ you snuck into my house and found out. ”

Chino thought for a moment, thoughtful: "If I'm not mistaken, I was bumped into by your maid, she seems to be called Maggie?" ”

Solandale nodded: "Yes, she lives downstairs." ”

Chino couldn't help but be a little surprised: "More than ten years have passed, and she is still your maid?" ”

Solandale smiled and shook her head: "I'm also surprised by this, I hope she can have a better life, but she said that her wish in this life is to take care of me. She said so, and of course I couldn't force her away. ”

Chino paced back and forth in his bedroom, his tone rather mysterious: "Do you remember, I was bumped into by more than one person? And when he was bumped into by the second person, the other party was still very angry. ”

With that, he tapped his finger to his lips.

Solandale burst out laughing, "Of course I do!" Seriously, what did you think at the time? Suddenly kissed the back of my foot, don't talk about Mom, I'm scared by you. ”

Chino smiled a little awkwardly and owed a very gentlemanly debt: "I apologize for my actions back then." ”

Solandale waved her hand: "No, no, no, there's nothing to apologize for, it's just that it's funny to say now." By the way, you don't remember that."

As soon as the topic was provoked, the two of them were like opening a conversation box and talking about the past.

Memories are like a trickling stream, washing away the dirt and entanglements of the past.

The two recounted those things left in the past, from the first meeting to the reunion again and again, from the first year to the moon before the flower, from the first year to many, many years later.

The evening breeze blows slowly, gently stirring the hidden window, making a creaking sound, the moonlight is like water, and the memories also become clear at this time, making it impossible to tell whether time is stuck in the present or the past.

Chino stood by the window looking at the picturesque moonlight, constantly recounting the past with Solandale, and his mind was completely immersed in his memory.

Solandale spoke to Chino as she looked at his back, her voice was light, but her blue eyes had quietly faded away from all emotion, leaving only an incomprehensible depth.

Solandale stood up silently, put her hand on her heart, put it on the place where "Destiny Death" was staying, and walked to the old man who had been with her for 14 years.

Chino was still immersed in the past, unaware of the impending danger, and unaware that the abyss was approaching, and that he had never been so close to death.

As Solandel walked behind Chino, Chino ended his recounted memories and fell silent.

Solandale couldn't see what he looked like now, but could only hear his voice coming faintly, trembling in a whisper:

"Can't we go back to the way we were?"

At this moment, Solandale froze in place, and the experience of going all the way with Chino came to mind.

From the moment she sat on the throne, she had a strange sense of emptiness in her heart.

Knowing that he has escaped the curse of being born in the royal family and has become a victor to the highest place, the road to chasing his dreams is in front of him, but the feeling of emptiness is still in his heart and lungs.

She didn't understand what it was like at first, she just moved forward step by step, losing loved ones, losing lovers, losing friends. In the end, there is nothing.

Until just now, she was haunted by that unknown sense of emptiness, but when Chino said that, she suddenly realized.

Lonely.

That sense of emptiness that has always been with her. It's loneliness.

The people who were once close to her are gone one by one, and the people who originally followed her began to not understand her, dislike her, and get tired of her, and slowly left.

In the end, she was the only one who continued to walk on the road, walking alone, lingering alone, and walking to the end point where she didn't know.

It's lonely.

She thought that the past was the past, and that when the old people left, they left, and she could only be alone in this life.

But in the end, there is such a person who is willing to come back again and again after leaving, and ask her in a trembling voice: Can we go back to the past?

The entanglements of the past are unforgettable, but they have become so strange that tears unconsciously welled up from her eyes, blurring Solandale's vision.

By the time she had come to her senses, Chino had turned and looked at her with sad eyes.

It was the momentary hesitation just now that made the last queen forever lose the opportunity to send a "destined death" to the god of death.

Solandelle didn't say anything, just walked back to the corner with her head down, she picked up the bottle and gulped it down until there was no drop left.

After drinking, Solandale wrapped up her clothes tightly and fell asleep against the wall, not looking at Chino again.

Chino's eyes reflected Solandelle's sleeping face, and a corner of his heart seemed to disappear.

He still has a story.

But there is no more wine.