However, at four o'clock in the afternoon, it was dark, and the snow falling from the sky was exceptionally white and clear. Heavy snow fell slowly, and soon the streets and houses were covered in a layer of snow.

Such weather is undoubtedly the most suitable for families to sit by the fire, roast on the fire, drink wine and eat something. What's more, today is the Winter Curtain Festival, so the occasional pedestrians on the street are hurrying home. Therefore, in such an atmosphere, a tall figure looks out of place. His steps are steady and unhurried, and the direction in which he is moving is becoming more and more scarce. Gradually, all that was left was the creaking of his riding boots on the fresh snow that had just accumulated.

The place he's going to is the graveyard of Stormwind.

He walked through the outer area, making his way to the innermost level with a clear goal. From afar, he glanced at the tombstone that made him familiar and heartbroken. And the person he was looking for was also as he expected, half-kneeling in front of the tombstone, motionless, and the black and purple daze on his body had been pressed by snowflakes to show a snow-white.

"Your Majesty...... Sure enough, you're here. He let out a slight sigh that he couldn't even hear.

It seems that it took a while for this sentence to be fully accepted, and it took a long time for the worshippers in front of the tombstone to move, slowly turning their heads.

"You're here? Bowall. ”

For a moment, Berval only felt that the words he had thought of were stuck in his throat, and he only held back a sentence dryly:

"Your Majesty, today is the Winter Veil Festival......"

The smile on Varian's lips was like a glimmer of stagnant water. "Well, I know. I won't forget to attend the banquet in the evening. You don't have to worry. With that, he turned back again, leaving only Bowval's back.

Bolval opened his mouth and said nothing. Just stood silently behind Varian. His eyes fell on the tombstone.

"Tiffin. Irelian. Wrynn, Queen of Stormwind. Fairness and justice, wisdom and benevolence. May the Light inherit your warmth and shine on a world that has become cold without you. ”

The two men just stayed quietly in the uninhabited cemetery.

It wasn't until it was dark that Boval spoke again and urged, "Your Majesty...... It's almost time. ”

"Good ......" Varian stood up, perhaps shaking slightly because he had held one position for too long. The snowflakes on his shoulders and back slid down with a shake of his movements.

Boval stepped forward and held out a hand to support him.

Varian smiled at him.

"Bolval. You say, if she hadn't married me, wouldn't she have lived happier? ”

Bolval's hand stiffened. "Your Majesty......?"

Varian was now in shape. "I just want to. If she hadn't married me, at least, she wouldn't have died so soon......"

"Your Majesty......"

Varian interrupted him with a wave of his hand - "Nothing! Let's go back. ”

The palace was already brightly lit. Even if you are frugal, the annual feast of the Winter Veil is still an indispensable tradition.

Varian was accompanied by Boval. After hastily changing his dress and presiding over the opening speech of the ball, he sat down in a daze.

"Your Majesty......" While he was sitting on his throne in a daze, Archbishop Benedictas came to his side. Recently I met a very interesting magician. Can he help His Majesty? ”

"Oh," Varian said at last, with a kind look on his face. "Since the archbishop says so, we might as well wait and see."

A magician dressed in a black robe quietly appeared.

The magic tricks in the beginning were very traditional. Just when Varian wanted to yawn. The magician said, "Even in winter, we still yearn for the beauty and fragrance of flowers, allow me." I would like to present ...... to all the nobles present."

He pulled a small seed out of his pocket and casually took a teapot from the table. Open the lid and drop the seeds in.

In front of everyone's eyes, small green shoots emerged from the mouth of the pot in a blink of an eye, branched, sprouted, and produced a tender bud.

"Wow!!" Anduin squeezed in the front, staring at a magical magic trick.

Varian's gaze froze—it was Tiffin's favorite flower, the white lily.

The immature buds trembled, and slowly unfolded the white petals one by one, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

Varian's gaze was fixed on flowers that shouldn't have appeared in this season. The beloved face in the depths of my memory seems to be projected on that flower.

It's just that her defense, her denial, and her desire to speak have stopped......

Later, with her efforts at Lagash, she slowly opened the knot in her heart, slowly accepted, and slowly looked forward to it......

In Theramore, holding Anduin by the hand, a smile overflowing with happiness finally bloomed on her face.

"Click!"

As if her smile suddenly froze at its brightest moment, the magician reached out and pinched off the lily that was in full bloom.

"Here, little prince." He handed the flower to Anduin.

"Thank you." Anduin thanked him politely.

And in Varian's mind, part of Lagash was roaring and accusing - you were going to let go! You were the one who asked her to leave!!

What can he say? He was speechless, his heart hurting so much that Ragash almost wanted to cry, but Varian had to maintain the most appropriate smile on his face and applauded.

"How? Your Majesty! The archbishop smiled.

The bishop's kind smile, Varian knew, was his revenge on him. Why doesn't he hate? His failed husband.

"Wonderful, Archbishop. You're bothered. "It's just that he won't tear his face with him in the end.

The sideburns that used to accompany him have now disappeared. He knew that as long as he beckoned his fingers, countless ladies and ladies would summon him, even if it was just to ask him for a good night. But none of that was her. So he doesn't need to, he'd rather just be a person.

He gathered around the crowd laughing and celebrating, only to feel lonely. He didn't want to stay at this banquet anymore.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I hereby announce that after the Winter Veil I will send the Grand Duke of Berval to represent me. On behalf of the Kingdom of Azeroth, lead the Second Legion to the Chapel of Light's Wish in the Eastern Plaguelands to participate in the battle against the Lich King. The Lich King is the enemy of all living, and I, the Kingdom of Azeroth, will fight it to the end. May the Holy Light bless my soldiers and return with glory soon. ”

"Yes! Your Majesty! Bolval knelt down and clasped his fists to his chest. I will not fail in my mission. ”

Archbishop Benedictas was visibly stunned for a moment, but he immediately regained his smile. The Church of Light is also willing to contribute to this effort. May the Holy Light shine upon the plague land. ”

Varian nodded to him and toasted the guests again. Then he turned and withdrew.

From the hall to the dormitory. Because of the festival, there are even a lot fewer guards. Varian was distracted from the corridors of the palace, and the windy city was lit with colorful fireworks and warm lights scattered everywhere. There will be a happy family reunion and laughter under every lamp......

Previously, it was always after the banquet. She took his arm around him, and the two of them walked together.

And now he was the only one who followed closely. Varian suddenly wondered which one was more piercing, like a needle stuck in his heart, from the faintly audible laughter in the distance or the lonely footsteps of his own close by.

It's just how much he misses her laughter at the moment. The smile that is as warm as the spring sun.

He couldn't help but look away, and walked faster and faster, almost at the speed of escape. And when he was finally stopped by the door. only to find out that he had come to her dormitory.

The place he avoided after she died.

But today, for some reason, he mustered up the courage to push the door open.

The furnishings in the house are still as clean and tidy as they were when she was alive. Someone often comes to clean it carefully.

Varian's fingers slowly ran over her dresser, as if he could sit there and smile sheepishly at him as he brushed up.

"Which one do you think I'm going to wear today? Varian. ”

He walked apathically to the large closet and opened it. It was full of clothes from her previous days. His gaze fell on a large fur coat with a white fur collar. He reached out and took the garment off. He still remembers when he gave it to her. Her look of surprise and excitement. It was made from the first white wolf he had hunted with his own hands after his marriage, and it was also the first gift he gave her after marriage. That's why she loves this dress so much that she wears it almost every winter.

His face was buried deep in his clothes, as if he could still feel her warmth and breath. He held his clothes, as if he were holding her, and spun in place. until he stumbled and fell into bed.

"Tiffin ......," he whispered her name in a hoarse voice.

"You gave up on her! It's you! It's you! Varian!! Lagersh's accusations kept echoing in the center of his brain.

He hid from everyone, but he couldn't hide from his other self.

"Yes...... It was I who gave up. ”

Those tired and lingering loves, those lost and regained happiness, were cut off by his own hands.

And that day, her smiling expression, which was still pretending to be strong even though she was injured, wrapped around him like a nightmare for countless dark nights that followed. It was like an invisible net, tying his heart tightly, and then turning into mud piece by piece.

Will we meet again? Varian asked hesitantly.

Didn't you decide that you wouldn't see each other again when you broke up? Lagash replied coldly.

He didn't know the answer. Varian clutched his clothes in agony, curled up in a ball, as if the only remaining warmth she had in his arms.

Why forget? Why give up? Lagash roared.

Because...... I am the king. Varian gave the reason he had repeated countless times in his mind. Not the gladiator Lagash, but Varian, king of Azeroth......

However, at this moment, he felt that he was wrong. Some love is not something that can be forgotten by withdrawing, but pain becomes clearer with the passage of time.

"Only...... Let me be weak for this moment...... "How nice it would be if you were still by my side at this moment."

Tiffin ...... I miss you ......" (To be continued)

PS: I like A-Lin's "Give Me a Reason to Forget". Because she will pay attention to the third season of I am a singer. This song is really touching to cry, I highly recommend it.