"It's not the master's order. +◆,"

Tao Zhaide stood at the door, holding a bucket with one hand, and the smile on his face seemed to be dispelled even the sunshine outside.

"It was my own decision. Since the princess said that I could only live for another two and a half years, it would be better to take good care of the princess than to work outside. I hope the princess will recover one day. So princess, don't say anything to drive me away. It is my own wish to take care of you."

The boy stepped out.

You can hear the sound of water fetching outside. Although it is very difficult, you can still hear the bucket being hung from the well and poured into the wooden bucket.

Long Ji on the bed was silent.

Standing in the corner, O’D and Xingli are now silent.

After Tao Zhaide was waiting, he walked in with a bucket again, Long Ji suddenly said, "From now on, don't call me princess."

Tao Zhaide was stunned and asked, "Princess, can't you call you a princess? What do you call you?"

"Call my name... call me... Long Ji."

The sun rises and sets, day after day, year after year.

For two years, Taozhaide walked in every day as before, carrying medicine and basin food in the morning, rectifying everything, chatting with Long Ji, and saying goodbye to the evening.

Over the past two years, the smile on Long Ji's face gradually began to increase.

On the Dragon Boat Festival, Taozhaide would run in and peel rice dumplings for her to eat. Then Long Ji would ask him to watch the dragon boat racing, and then after coming back in the evening, Taozhaide would tell the lively scene in that clumsy language.

On the summer Chinese Valentine's Day night, Taozhaide even carried Long Ji to the door, look at the stars in the sky outside, and tasted the story that belonged to the sky alone.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, this guy would come early, chat and talk to Long Ji, and bring a mooncake distributed by his owner to eat for Long Ji. After Long Ji took a bite and let him eat it, he would also eat it happily.

As for the Chinese New Year, Taozhaide would run in with a red lantern to decorate the room so that it would look joyful. At this time, he would also accompany Long Ji to stay up with the New Year, celebrating each other's growth one year ago.

Yes, the smile on Long Ji's face gradually increased.

But compared to this, Tao Zhaide's body seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. His hair began to turn white and fall off. He was just a twelve-year-old child, but his hair was a little bit bald, and he looked very old and weak in every move. From time to time, he would cough up bleeding, symbolizing his life, and it was almost over.

"Long Ji, look! Fireflies! I caught fireflies!"

It was another summer, and Tao Zhaide ran in with his hands. Seeing the haggard Tao Zhaide and Long Ji's face, there was only an unknown bitter smile on his face.

"Look! I'm going to open it, you're ready!"

After saying that, Tao Zhaide blew out the lights in the room, making this summer night covered in a mysterious darkness. He lay on the edge of Long Ji's bed, pulled down the mosquito net on the bed, and opened his hands slightly.

A little fluorescent light rose from his hands and wandered in the mosquito net. Finally, it stopped on the gauze curtain, shining with a beautiful light green light.

Taozhaide looked at the firefly excitedly, his face full of envy.

And Long Ji was now looking at Tao Zhaide with gentle eyes.

"Hmm? Long Ji. Is there anything on my face?"

Long Ji shook her head and continued to smile: "Idiot, are you really planning to take care of me until you die?"

Taozhaide nodded, his eyelids seemed to be a little fighting. After all, catching a firefly was already very exhausting: "Of course, I can take care of you for a year, right? Hehehe."

"One year... only one year left..."

Long Ji's eyes began to dim.

She looked at the haggard fool in front of her, and witnessed with her own eyes that he had gone from a healthy boy two years ago to a violent obstacle in her body, and she was moving towards death every day, and the fire of life would be extinguished anytime and anywhere.

One year, only the last one is left...

"Long Ji, why are you crying? Who bullied you?"

Tao Zhaide stretched out his hand and wanted to wipe the tears from Long Ji's eyes. But his fingers just touched the girl's face, and were hugged by Long Ji's raised hands and pressed against his face.

"I don't want to...a year left...I don't want to..."

Her voice seemed a little choked.

Taozhaide looked at her with some confusion, but didn't know what to say.

"Time flies too fast...it's really too fast...I want more time...I want you to spend more time with me..."

Taozhaide roared and smiled and said, "I will accompany you, it's not that there is still one year..."

"No! I want you...I want you to stay with me in the future...not for a year, but for ten or twenty years...even if it is a long time, I hope you can continue to stay with me! So... don't die... a fool... I beg you... please... don't die... I beg you..."

The light of the fireflies flashed slightly in the mosquito net.

On this summer night, the crying of a girl has become the most powerless voice in this sultry night...

Life continues to live day by day.

Taozhaide still looked like he didn't know that the end of the world was coming, and he always looked like that.

Looking at such a fool, Long Ji just looked at him, afraid that he would take a look less.

Then, when this summer is about to end...

"Then Long Ji, I'm back. I'll bring you some delicious food tomorrow!"

Tao Zhaide's voice disappeared, and the door of the room was closed as well.

Long Ji lies on the bed, closing her eyes... But, not long after, her eyes opened again and looked at the top of the bed.

"As an ancient monster, how slow is your ability to unlock your power? Are you deliberately suppressing your own power? Why is that?"

He was shocked by debt and quickly turned around. He saw that there was another figure out of thin air in the darkness!

Xingli: "Don't be nervous, this person is not here. Don't be nervous."

He nodded his head, his hand covering his right eye slowly lowered. The figure now walked towards the bed and slowly lifted the cloak on his head.

"Since you were seven years old, I thought that three years had been enough. But you had to hold on for five years? Why, don't you want to untie the seal?"

Under the cloak is a woman.

She is a woman who looks very gentle and has a little sad look between her eyebrows.
Chapter completed!