Gradually, the yellow sun shyly peeked out in the east.

It finally jumped out of the mountain, and the light passed through the veil-like clouds and through the misty forest, revealing an unparalleled edge.

There will be people who like this view, Aya believes deeply, but it will never be her at this time.

Pushing open the window, the shallow singing breeze blew in gently, accompanied by a rotten smell, rushing to her nose, her slender palm tightly grasped the railing of the window, looking into the distance, the forest was immersed in a hazy fog, a sea of smoke and waves.

However, the depression and loneliness of the early morning made Aya's mood a little sad, and it could not be erased.

After a moment, Aya looked back, withdrew her palm, and sat down in her chair with a wistful expression, as she had done lately.

She gently held the quill in her hand, and stared blankly at the wall in front of her, no one knew what she was thinking at this time.

And honestly lying on the yellow paper of the wooden table, there is no handwriting.

Aya's white and tender palm kept lifting, lowering, lifting, lowering, but there was still not half a word on the parchment scroll full of staleness.

After a long period of longing, the power of words has begun to slowly wear out, and at this time, she just wants to nest in López's warm arms for a while, as long as it is good for a while.

Thinking like this, Aya leaned down slightly, and just lay down on the table.

Of course, she also understood that this was just one of her unreasonable and willful extravagances, but even so, she couldn't control the tears that kept pouring out of her eyes.

It was like a pearl with a broken thread, and the tears kept falling.

Slowly, the thin dawn was almost exhausted by the breeze, and at this time, the morning sun was still rising, and it stepped on the glorious road paved by the morning light from the distant East China Sea, rising to the faint sky.

At this time, Aya suddenly remembered that she still had important things to do today, sighed softly, she raised her hand to wipe the tears that had not dried up, and then put on her winter coat, got up and walked out.

Because of the need to prepare for the upcoming coming-of-age ceremony with peace of mind, the position of princess guard will be temporarily handed over to Sirin to be in charge, and the handover ceremony and some things that need to be taught must be completed by Aya herself.

So the place she was heading to now was Ilul's room.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and after receiving Ilul's promise, Aya pushed the door open and walked inside.

"Good morning, Aya. Smiling, Ilul gently closed the book in her hand and placed it on the table in front of her.

"Good morning, Your Highness Princess. With that, Aya raised her hand and took off her coat, folded it, and then gently put it on the chair next to her: "Hasn't Xilin come over yet?"

"I remember we had an appointment at nine o'clock today. In response, Ilul raised her hand and pointed to the clock on the wall.

Following the direction Ilul was pointing, Aya glanced back at the clock that showed that it was only eight o'clock, and she realized that she had just arrived a little early: "Well, maybe the clock in my room is broken." ”

In this regard, Ilul did not delve into this, but smiled, and then continued: "I heard that you recently learned to weave in Majunrika?"

"Well, oh, it's just, I just wanted to try it a few days ago, but I'm probably too stupid. Ilul's question stiffened Aya, who was about to sit down, but the flush still quickly crept up her cheeks.

"That's right. Glancing at Aya distressedly, Ilul reached out and gently held her palm, and then pulled it in front of him: "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, Your Highness Princess, it's just a few minor injuries. Reassuring, Aya quickly withdrew her hands and hid them behind her back.

"I didn't expect him to change you so much. Muttering silently, Ilul's eyes faltered as she looked at Aya.

After a long time, she grinned again: "Well, it seems that I need to ask, what exactly does our Aya want to weave for her little boyfriend?"

"Your Highness the Princess. Aya shouted out to Ilul in disgust, and the flush on her face that had not receded became more pronounced.

"What's wrong?" Ilul tilted her head to look at Aya, "My lovely sister is going to be kidnapped, can't I even ask?"

Unable to resist Ilul's attack, Aya could only respond in a whisper: "It's just a scarf." ”

"Oh, that's right. Smiling, Ilul propped up the table and slowly stood up: "It seems that I am not blessed to receive such a wonderful gift." ”

At this time, Aya didn't know how to respond, so she could only lower her green eyes full of shyness, trying to get away with silence.

Fortunately, Ilul did not continue to ask, but raised his hand to pick up the ginkgo grass bandage that had been kept in the house, and then reflexively sat back next to Aya again.

She gently placed the bandage on the table, and then reached out and grabbed Aya's hands that had been hidden behind her back: "Don't rush, just take your time." ”

After saying that, Ilul gently untied the bandage that had been wrapped around Aya's fingers: "It seems that it must be a difficult time for you to study. ”

Sighing in distress, Ilul reached for the new bandage on the table and began to bandage Aya.

"Your Royal Highness, Princess?" looked at Ilul, who was concentrating on her head down, and Aya couldn't help but call out shallowly.

"What's wrong, Aya?" asked, but Ilul still didn't look up.

"Sister, you say, can humans and elves love each other?" In fact, she has always known, but she just can't muster up the courage to deal with it, she is afraid of losing López.

"Of course not. In response, Ilul looked up at Aya, "Even yesterday I would have answered you so decisively." ”

"Still. Saying that, Ilul sighed softly: "That depends on your heart, Aya, it takes courage to fall in love." ”

Then, Ilul raised her hand again and rubbed Aya's head: "The hardest thing about falling in love is not that the two places are separated, but that they are clearly in love, but they dare not think about the future. ”

"So, don't be afraid, my little Aya, even if you're just a lonely boat trying to survive in the turbulent waves of reality. Turning her head to look out the window, Ilul's eyes revealed a deep sense of concern.

"I know that our love may not end up being two people embracing each other, but remembering each other for the rest of our lives, although it will be extremely lonely. A determined, sad smile bloomed on Aya's face.