But things often don't go the way you want them to, and too many tragedies are unpredictable. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Azazler waited twenty years for the hope of Belle's resurrection. If in the heavenly realm, twenty years is nothing, but in the human world, these twenty years are so painful, what lonely years.

As the magic was consumed, Azazel's body became weaker.

In the past twenty years, he was able to persevere, partly because the warmth had stored his magic so well, and had not let it be consumed in the slightest.

Azazel's eyes blurred, and the rustle of Jiang Cheng's magic became farther and farther away.

He knew he couldn't hold out for long, but he didn't want to leave Belle's side.

He was afraid that if he fell, he might not even be able to see Belle's last look.

Azazel leaned weakly against the wall, hoping to stand a little longer, but this support still couldn't stop the speed at which he was paralyzed under his feet.

Azazler finally closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but he only felt like he had a long, long dream, in which Belle was standing in a field of rape flowers, with the golden sun behind her.

Just like when he first saw her, her long inky hair was draped behind her back, her fair skin, and her simple and clear eyes looked at him gently.

He wanted to run to Belle, but his body couldn't move, he struggled desperately, but Belle was getting farther and farther away from him.

He reached out to grab her, but as soon as he stretched out his arm, Belle vanished.

"Belle, Belle."

Azazel stretched out his arms and swung them vigorously, trying to grasp the last rays of beauty before disappearing.

The past is scattered around like the wind, turning into golden light, which cannot be caught, but can be felt.

Belle, is she dead?

Did you really leave him?

Azazel was awake, but he didn't dare to open his eyes.

He was afraid to face that moment, even if he was mentally prepared, even if he knew that the consequence of failure would be that Belle would turn into dust and float into the air.

Is it possible to pretend that nothing happened as long as you don't wake up?

You can imagine that Belle is still there, even if she is lying in a crystal coffin.

His thin and slender fingers tightly grasped his black robe, he didn't want to wake up, he still had to close his eyes, and remember the beauty of Belle, those scenes became worthy of nostalgia because of her.

"Asa! Are you awake? ”

A familiar and quiet voice sounded, this voice?

He couldn't believe it, could it be that he was hallucinating? Maybe it's because of the longing in my heart that I have auditory hallucinations.

This voice, which used to follow him every day, called out quietly and shyly, "Asa, shall we go to the river?" "Asah, do you think my dress looks good?" "Asa, you seem to have something on your mind lately."

......

Azazel recalls the bits and pieces of the past, as if it were yesterday, but as if it were three autumns.

"Asah, are you awake?"

Azazel's heart sank, and he twitched.

If you just said, "Asa, you are awake." ”

He could still be regarded as an illusion, but now repeating it, what is it?

Belle, resurrected, succeeded?!

It worked?

Azazler could hardly believe this judgment.

He wanted to open his eyes immediately, but if he opened his eyes and saw an empty room, with only Jiang Cheng's sorry expression in it, what should he do?

It's a terrible blow when you're disappointed, isn't it?

Azazler was still struggling whether to open his eyes, a pair of delicate and gentle hands touched his forehead, although the temperature of the palm was a little cold, but she could feel that she was a normal person's small hands.

And it's the person he knows best, Belle.

It's the real Belle, he wasn't sure about the voice just now, but now this real touch, Azazler won't be mistaken again.

Azazler was just about to open his eyes when a low, slightly tired and hoarse voice floated into his ears, "He won't have a fever, and he won't die, don't worry." ”

But the little hand did not leave, still caressing Azazel's forehead gently.

Too clear, too familiar, this feeling appeared countless times in dreams, and finally when this day came, Azazel did not dare to open his eyes.

At first, he didn't dare to open his eyes because he was afraid that everything was an illusion, but now he didn't dare to open his eyes because he knew better that it was true, and he wanted to enjoy it.

Flowers bloom and fall, fate rises and falls, and who in the world can say clearly. 、

It used to feel like such an unattainable dream, but now it is so real, Belle is by his side, by his side.

Belle.

Azazel slowly raised his eyes, feeling the familiar light, the familiar face, the familiar smile, but the tenderness that he hadn't touched for a long, long time.

Time seemed to forbid, and in the huge room, there was only Azazler and his Belle.

Twenty years, in the flick of a finger, too many emotions to confide, too much waiting, too much dazed, but now it has turned into real and palpable happiness.

Although Belle had been asleep for twenty years, her body did not look as weak as Azazel.

In fact, when she first ate the Black Mountain Blood Lotus, she began to slowly become conscious.

At first, she could only feel as if someone was around, and would always talk to her, but she couldn't hear clearly.

She lies in a crystal coffin like a plant, perceiving the outside world, but unable to move.

Later, as the blood in the body slowly accelerated, the effect of the Black Mountain Blood Lotus became more and more obvious, and Belle knew that the person who was by her side day and night was Azazle.

It turned out that he didn't bury her, it turned out that he had been working hard for her resurrection.

Belle could feel Azazler's pain, she could know how sad he was, and he was trying every moment to bring her back to life.

As for her, she can only consume his blood every day, barely making ends meet.

Give up, Asa, I don't want to see you in such pain.

Asa, you should have had your own carefree life.

For countless days and nights, Belle repeated to Azazel the words that told him to give up his resurrection, but he could not hear them.

In fact, even if he hears it, he will not give up.

Because if it weren't for the idea of resurrecting Belle, Azazel wouldn't have persevered to this day, and he might have left this world with Belle.

Be with her even if it disappears.

Azazel held Belle's hand, a little cold, but still delicate and smooth little hands.

Because he couldn't see the sun all year round, his skin became fairer, and with her long inky hair, he was fascinated as he was back then.

"Asa, you are emaciated and thin."