"Legends say that when a person dies, their closest relatives will kiss their forehead, leaving their longing there... In this way, even if she goes to another world, she will not forget them..."
She looked weakly at Brand—she felt that she couldn't hate this despicable liar—she thought.
"Lord..." she said.
"So, can you... just once, be Qian's... closest person?"
"Even if it's just once,"
The girl took a breath, exhausted, and lay back down, murmuring incoherently, "Great Commander, Ecco, Yura... and everyone, doesn't want Qian anymore..."
Hearing this, Antitina imdiately covered her mouth and turned her head away. She sniffed hard, as if unwilling to see what was going to happen next.
But the gaze of disha and Char fell on Brand.
Brand was silent for a mont, then nodded.
After losing her last support, Qian completely collapsed. In fact, she didn't see Brand nod. But in her dazed state, she still wanted to smile—only she didn't even have the strength to do so.
What a failure!
Qian couldn't help but think, her life was truly a failure—unable to protect others, seeking help only to be abandoned in the end.
She felt so sad that she wanted to cry.
But she couldn't cry anymore.
"Close your eyes, Qian," Brand said softly.
The girl froze for a mont, then cald down. She thought, at least Lord Marsha had seen her insignificant existence in the end—she obediently closed her eyes, just not wanting to leave any last regrets.
She closed her eyes, as if hearing the sound of the wind blowing through the Chablis Mountains, the sound she grew up listening to.
That was the holand of the mountain people, the beginning and end of all dreams.
Qian suddenly felt a sense of peace within her. She thought, she had finally returned here. In this tranquil forest, there were the tis she grew up with everyone, each mory so vivid.
Ecco, Great Commander, carefree tis had returned to her side.
Yet she still slightly raised her head, stubbornly waiting for the kiss carrying another piece of mory, a signal of farewell. But she waited for a long ti, as if the world had stopped moving, ti had frozen.
But she still didn't receive it.
Qian, surprised, wanted to open her eyes, although she didn't know if she had the strength to do so. But at that mont, she heard a gentle voice:
"Don't move."
The red-haired girl tightly closed her eyes and shivered slightly, her face turning red. Is it coming? She thought, but then she felt sothing cold and cool touch her lips.
Qian almost let out a low cry from deep within her heart. If she could, she would feel her ears—no, her ear roots burning.
"He... He kissed there..."
"There... There are so many people in the room!"
The red-haired girl felt she was about to die, not killed by the Divine Blood, but by embarrassnt. Qian was frozen, not knowing what to do—her head felt petrified—a heart in her chest pounded like it never had before.
But wait?
Qian's shy movents unknowingly stopped. She tried to take a light breath—strong and clear? How long had it been since she had such clear thoughts? The pain stopped, vitality seed to return to her body.
The previous weakness that made even breathing difficult vanished without a trace at this mont.
She could clearly feel a warm flow entering her body from her mouth, sliding past her small tongue into her throat, then dispersing into her limbs.
This strength seed to soothe the pain, pulling her out of the abyss of suffering.
Qian was stunned. She subconsciously touched her cheek—although she hadn't opened her eyes yet. But this inner surprise only lasted an instant, then was quickly replaced by another wave of shyness.
Regardless of everything—he, he couldn't kiss her!
"How could he do this!" Qian's face turned red again, like a lovely red apple: "In front of so many people!"
"And... And put so strange thing into her mouth..." The red-haired girl felt she couldn't think anymore. She lowered her head slightly, feeling her body burning, wishing she could find a crack to disappear into.
She tightly shut her eyes, refusing to open them even if she died, or she would definitely be laughed at.
But at that mont, she heard a chuckle.
This laugh felt like the final straw breaking the bowstring, causing Qian to suddenly open her eyes—she first saw Antitina and Furlo's faces, both amused yet trying hard to suppress their laughter—but not Char and disha.
The young wizard and Silver Elf Princess were staring at Brand with a shocked expression.
He was holding a golden apple.
Brand expressionlessly pressed the apple to Qian's lips, and honestly, he felt different from others, not happy in the slightest. The powerful life force contained in the golden apple could only extend Qian's life, but couldn't change the final result.
From another perspective, it would instead strengthen the Divine Blood inside her. Brand could only hope that the legend saying the golden apple could change a person's destiny might also alter Qian's fate.
This was an unavoidable asure, especially since that little girl dragon had explicitly told him there was sothing odd about the apple. Though he thought it wasn't poison, he doubted it was anything good either.
At this mont, Qian's face felt as if it was burning. Even Brand, watching this girl, found it strange, wondering how soone's face could be so red. Was this an elf princess's prank?
But he couldn't even imagine that Qian's only thought was to find a piece of cheese and crash into it.
She didn't realize she completely misunderstood, and this wasn't even the most awkward part—the most awkward was how her reaction was clearly noticed by Antitina and Furlo.
"Killing ." Qian thought, the Divine Blood in her body long forgotten.
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(P.S. Written to the point of ecstasy. But lately, I noticed everyone hasn't been supportive...)(To be continued, to know what happens next, please visit qidian, more chapters available, support the authors, support legitimate reading!)
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