Rubbing my forehead, I patted my little trembling heart and said, "Why are you here?" ”

"You're going back to Nordasil. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Severn looked at my packed bags and said.

It's not a question, it's a declarative sentence.

I jumped out of bed, walked a little shaky to the table, and poured myself a glass of water.

I'm still wearing yesterday's dress, probably, the room where Tyridas sent me back, right?

"Yes," I replied calmly after my throat was smoking, and I took a sip of water.

"May I accompany you back to Nordasil?" Saiwen just wanted to reach out to help me, but halfway through, he felt that it was inappropriate, and he forcibly withdrew his arm.

"Why?" I tilted my head and looked at him strangely, "Why don't you stay in Silvermoon City, what are you going to Nordasil with me?" ”

"Me!" Saiwen stood up angrily and asked, "Can't I go?" ”

I shook my head, the war between Silvermoon City and the trolls, this is just the beginning, and for hundreds of years to come, this conflict will continue, until the battle of the quicksand is over.

I have to admit that I still have selfish intentions, and it is obviously better for Severn to be in Silvermoon City than to go to Nordasil with me.

On the one hand, I didn't want to burden Saiwen with me to complete the task of the Battle of Quicksand, and I didn't know how to explain it to the teacher.

After all, Severn is an exiled High Elf, and the antagonism of races is beyond my control.

On the other hand, after knowing Severn's intentions, I told myself that I couldn't accept it.

Since I can't accept it, I can only avoid it, Saiwen is Cynoan's younger brother, no matter how I think about it, I can't entangle with him anymore.

"No......" Thinking of this, I shook my head gently again and said, "Silvermoon City needs you. ”

"So...... You don't need me? Severn clenched his hands, his body trembling slightly.

"I'm sorry." I lowered my eyes.

"Okay, I got it." Severn turned and left the room.

As soon as he left, my body sat heavily on the chair next to the table, as if it had been drained of all my strength.

With one hand on his head, he began to play a fugue again.

At noon, Tyridas came looking for me, but I was still stunned in that position.

"Do you still have a headache?" Teridad stood in the doorway and knocked on the open door.

Only then did I come to my senses, and I realized that my right hand had become completely numb because of a long period of one position.

"It still hurts," I replied, but I couldn't say anything.

"And when are we going to leave for Nordasil?" Tyridas said this lightly, as if he knew what I was thinking.

A hint of surprise flashed in my eyes, but I quickly looked at him calmly: "You can go now." ”

"The boat has been arranged." Tyridas still smiled faintly: "I've drunk wine, I've been drunk, I hope this time, you can make up your mind and know what you should do." With that, he turned and left.

I slapped my face with both hands, and yes, Tyridas was right.

The most important thing at the moment is how to complete the task, leave this world, and not let these inexplicable feelings interfere with my actions.

After a brief freshening up and changing my clothes, I looked at the two dresses given by Cynoan and Severn, and after one last look, I closed the wardrobe vigorously.

Just assume that everything in Silvermoon City is a dream, and start the journey again.

Thinking about it, I walked downstairs to the hall, where Teridad was sitting and saw me go downstairs and stood up.

"Let's go, let's go to Nordasil." I said with a smile.

If I'm not mistaken, the quest "Find Lordaeron Land" has been completed, and it's time to go back and hand in this first quest and claim your reward.

……

Teridath and I arrived at Yangfan Harbor, only to meet the long-awaited Severn.

"Why are you here?" I asked with a wry smile.

"I'll send you," Severn said, glancing at me, then at Tyridas standing beside me, "What?" Can't you? ”

Tyridas tapped Severn on the shoulder, turned to me, and said, "I'll wait for you on the boat." ”

A gust of wind blew, and my silver hair fluttered in the wind, and Severn stepped forward and handed me a ring.

I took the ring, and I was a little confused: "What is this?" ”

"It's the summoning ring, I've covered it with magic, I can't accompany you to Nordasil, but at least let me know your news." He said.

"Okay," I put on the ring without hesitation.

"May I write to you?" Severn asked.

"Isn't there a ring? Why write a letter? "I'm a little confused.

"The ring is out of Quel'Thalas, the magic power can't be replenished, the number of uses is limited, use it when it's urgent, and when it's not urgent, I'll write to you." Severn's voice was soft and gentle.

"Okay," I replied with a smile.

"Then I'm leaving," I saw that he did not speak, and I prepared to get on the boat.

"Nitya......" Severn grabbed my arm.

“？” I turned around, only to see Severn's hands folded, holding the dagger at his waist, and he seemed to be nervous.

"Originally...... I still have a lot to say to you, but you're leaving, will you ever come back? Nitya? ”

I looked at Saiwen's pleading gaze, and I couldn't bear to say a cruel word, so I had to say perfunctorily: "Yes, I will be back." ”

"Okay," Severn sighed softly, "Then I'll tell you when you come back." ”

I was about to turn around, but I was gently pulled by the sudden force and fell into a warm embrace.

"Take care." Saiwen's voice, accompanied by orderly breathing, came from his ears and lingered.

It took a long time for him to let go of me, and I didn't dare to look at him again, so I turned and ran, but I happened to meet the gaze of Tyridas who had already boarded the ship.

It was obvious that he had seen this good show, and there was still banter in his eyes.

Now my face burned even more, and I didn't dare to stop running to the cabin for a second, and when I arrived at the guest room, I felt my little heart that was beating suddenly and gasped.

Later, many years later, I recalled how I felt about Severn at that time.

That feeling is like a small tree of life taking root in the heart, and the complex emotions seem to gently shake the trunk with the breeze and moon, until he cuts the tree with his own hands, and then withers and withers. Just when I felt that this relationship was about to pass, a small sapling suddenly gushed out from the hideous fracture, sprouted, grown, and the heart twitched and ached, which is an indescribable emotion, a feeling that cannot be dug up.