"Just as I had asked you before, if you had the desire to pay any price to continue living, then I would take you up the mountain to take a risk, to fight. So, put aside the idea of repaying . Let ask you again..."
Before Fisher could finish his words, he suddenly felt Valentina gently rest her head on his shoulder. Her white hair, scented and warm, interrupted Fisher. He turned his head unconsciously, just starting to turn, not yet having a clear view of her expression at that mont when soft-scented lips pressed against his,
In response to Fisher’s abruptly silenced voice, was her inexperienced kiss.
At that mont, she closed her eyes, fluttering eyelashes like butterfly wings proved her panic, but she continued to kiss Fisher firmly, making his pupils constrict montarily, feeling her warm soul drawing closer. He couldn’t help but close his eyes and turn his head to respond to her.
This touching of souls blurred the passage of ti, and it was unknown how long it had lasted until Valentina’s face turned extrely flushed and she found it hard to breathe; she gently released Fisher’s lips and slightly lowered her head.
Fisher savored the fragrance of her lips and teeth, and subconsciously wanted to call her na but was interrupted again by her movent,
"Valen..."
"Shh, look."
Valentina placed a finger on Fisher’s lips just as he was about to utter her na. She turned towards the calm ocean, and Fisher, without speaking further, was pushed gently by her unard strength to also look at the ocean. The next second, a crisp sound, like a baby’s cry, ca from beneath the sea,
"Giggle!"
Then, the ice-covered surface suddenly surged, and from those sunlit, colorful waters leaped a massive, winged whale with a huge horn. The creature’s wings were transparent, showing rainbow-like colors, its body agile, and its tiny eyes like beans adorned the sides of the big fish.
Fisher recognized it instantly—it was a Colorful Winged Whale from the Northern Ocean, a miraculous creature rarely seen in a century. However, it had been a long ti since this species had been seen; reportedly living under the ice cap at the bottom of the Northern Ocean, within another ecosystem, making them extrely rare to encounter.
And since Valentina dreamt it, this also ant her mother had featured the Colorful Winged Whale in a photograph and had witnessed this magical creature.
"Giggle!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
The vast, colorful giant body enveloped in splashing water filled Fisher’s view, amidst this astonishing scene, the beautiful girl beside him was not watching the spectacle. She had seen this Colorful Winged Whale many tis in her dreams; she was just continually looking at this man who had never been here before.
In the loud noises of the water and the whale’s cries, Valentina turned her head, closed her eyes to the Ocean, and scread out loud,
"I want to run freely in the snow with Fisher just like today!"
"What?"
The massive sound of the Ocean whale was too loud; Fisher only vaguely heard her say "to be together with oneself doing sothing"; afraid that Valentina couldn’t hear him, he too shouted out loud.
Valentina started to smile, gently leaning on Fisher’s shoulder, still keeping her hands in front of her mouth shouting,
"I said! I want to be with Fisher just like in my dream today! Into the real snowy fields, to run wildly! I want to have a snowball fight with him! I want to go see the Colorful Winged Whale with him!"
Valentina’s shouts grew louder and louder until they encompassed everything under the sky, covering all other ambient noise,
"I want! To stand up from this wheelchair! I want to go to many, many places with Fisher!"
The dazzling light grew brighter and brighter, sweet dreams, even how beautiful, must eventually co to an end, but this mont, this instant, the fervent wishes she shouted, accompanied by her warmth and scent, continued to float up and enter into tangible mories.
She said, one day she would run wildly in the snowy fields with Fisher.
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