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[Probably what would happen if Blake suddenly came back when Cassius was seriously injured, it was a sudden inspiration but it didn't work in the text]

Gently pushing the door open, I watched as my fair face was a little haggard by the light shining through the crack in the door.

He slowly opened his eyes, and there was some surprise and helplessness in his pale blue eyes.

"Aren't you sleeping?" Blake closed the door and walked over in the dark to pull a low stool and sit beside his bed.

"I can't sleep." He closed his eyes and turned over to look at him.

"Why can't you sleep? Close your eyes and don't think about anything, you'll fall asleep. Blake raised his hand and rubbed his head.

Cassius pushed him away and covered his head with the quilt.

The difference between the indifference of "......" at this time and the popular scene just now was so great that Blake didn't react for a long time, he was stunned for a moment, and patted Cassius gently, "I'll blow you a lullaby." ”

Cassius didn't respond.

"If only you were asleep." Blake sighed softly and pulled out the flute pinned to his waist.

Not using it for a long time made him a little rusty. Blake wiped it lightly, and the faint purple light flickered again.

Or how to say that the flute is melodious—raising the deepest sorrow in Cassius's heart.

He turned to look at Blake, tears in his eyes.

Blake played the flute, reaching out to wipe the corners of his eyes, then gently caressing his eyes to make him close.

Cassius took a deep breath, and Blake could clearly see the ease at the corners of his mouth.

When he was completely silent, Blake slowly stopped playing, put away his flute, and looked at him lovingly in the night.

He frowned slightly in his sleep, his fingers tightened, and he grasped a thin sheet in his hand.

Blake shook his head slightly, raised his hand to rub his head, and leaned over on the edge of his bed, tilting his head to look at his face.

"I'm sorry," he pursed his lower lip, "I'm sorry, Cassius. I don't have a ...... time," he thought about what to say, but he was speechless. He bit his lower lip, lifted his head up close to him, and kissed his frowning brow.

"Will you forgive me......"

Cassius's frowning brows stretched slightly.

Blake sighed softly and leaned over beside him to sleep.

……

“…… Blake ......"

Blake was stunned, opened his eyes and looked up at him, "What, Cassius?" ”

He seemed to be saying something in his dreams, "I...... Don't hit me ......"

"Hit you? How so? Blake raised his hand and pinched his face, "Cassius? ”

"Ahh......h ”

Blake froze, and he raised his hand to move closer to Cassius, and he flinched sharply.

Blake slowly dropped his hand and gently stroked his cheek, "Isn't it, a nightmare?" ”

Cassius was stunned, opened his eyes and looked at him, raising his hand to take his hand and put it aside.

"Cassius?" Blake leaned over to him, "Are you alright?" ”

"Woo......" he looked at him with teary eyes, "Blake ......"

“…… Those things are in the past, Cassius. I'm not going to do anything to you," Blake rubbed his head, "no, never." ”

"No......" "No, Cassius. Forget about those things. That's not what I did. No. ”

"......" He relaxed slightly, shrinking back.

Blake shook his head and stood up to get him some water.

"Black......?" "I'll be right back, Cassius." "No, don't go......"

Blake pursed his lower lip and sat back down, "Are you alright?" ”

"......" he shook his head and closed his eyes.

Blake sighed helplessly, "I'm not leaving." Just call me by name when you're scared. He took Cassius' hand close to him, then lay back on the edge of the bed.

……

The sun was shining through, making him a little uncomfortable. He opened his eyes and adjusted to the light, and the first thing he saw was Blake asleep on the edge of the bed.

“…… Black? He called out tentatively, and when he saw that he did not move, he did not say anything more. He swept the hand that had been holding it beside the bed, and lifted it to gently break Blake's hand away.

Blake's hand twitched slightly, as if he hadn't woken up.

Cassius closed his eyes again and exhaled softly.

Suddenly, Blake opened his eyes and looked at him, "Did you sleep well last night?" ”

"Not good. I had a long dream that you came back. ”

Blake smiled, "It's not a dream. ”

"I've had this dream so many times that I don't want to believe it now," Cassius looked at him, "I see you wandering in my dreams every day, and when I want to touch your embrace, you slowly disappear until it's completely gone." I'm hurt; Instead of gaining and losing, don't let me see you again. ”

"Don't say anything like that." Blake frowned, and he re-squeezed Cassius' hand, "I won't leave you again." ”

"You don't talk much." Cassius's eyes instantly filled with tears, and he was a little choked up.

"No," Blake kissed his teary eyes gently, "never." ”

Cassius reflexively blinked his eyes a few times, and when the tears were gone, his vision slowly cleared, and he took Blake's hand with his other hand, and then put his hand to his heart.

Blake smiled, "What's wrong." ”

"I can't even feel my own heartbeat when you're away. …… Can you feel it now? ”

Blake was stunned.

He had never felt that he would be so important to the other elf.

As important as life.

"I feel it." He gently shook off Cassius' hand, "Come with me for some breakfast." ”

The moment he was about to open the door, Cassius hugged him from behind and hugged him tightly.

"If you ever regret it...... I can't hold you. ”

“…… Look at what you say, how could it be. Blake grabbed him with a backhand and tried to make him feel better.

“…… Thank you. Cassius let go of him, walked in front of him, opened the door and walked out.

Maybe...... The one who should say thank you is me, Cassius.

In you, I see anew the meaning of the life I would have given up.

You are the hope of my life.

The light that pierces the darkness of my heart.

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2. "Sugar in the Grave Under the Snow"

The snow fell silently, staining the ground of the martyrs' mausoleums white.

A light gray cloth was slowly buried by the snow, and underneath it was a piece of sugar placed on a delicate plate.

Its story begins more than 20 years ago.

It was a snowy winter night in the silence of Grace. Goose feathers of snow fell, and the ground was covered with a thick, white, cold carpet. The darkness also cast a light gray veil over her pale face.

This rare tranquility in the chaos was broken by the sound of squirming footsteps. The snow covered the footprints of the group, as if it could also hide what they had done.

Grace's Bly-Boew family was a large family, and the man had three children. The youngest son, Blake Byrne, has depression and is silent and depressed every day. His deep, dark blue eyes were filled with deep despair, and even his thin figure gave people a feeling of negative energy. This symptom was only alleviated when the children of White's other noble family, Kash, came to visit the house.

Katz was an orphan adopted by the Ka family. He has been an optimist since he was a child, loves candy, has a smiling face every day, and speaks quickly but very clearly. He is full of positive energy and seems to have a vitality that will never run out. His big light blue eyes always shone innocently, as warm and clear as the sun.

On this night, the adults of the two families met again. The two often visit each other; Blake and Katz, who were about the same age, became acquainted at this time. Katz's lively love of laughter deeply infects Blake – in this oppressive world.

"Brother Bourne, Brother Bourne!" Katz took away his adoptive father's hand and flew straight over like a bird out of a cage and gave him a big warm hug.

Blake took two steps back to his feet. He forced a smile and didn't respond.

The two children hid in Blake's bedroom and closed the door, without the intervention of adults, and the atmosphere in the room was full of freedom and liveliness. Katz began telling Blake White's story as before—Blake's dad promised to give him candy if he could make him laugh. Despite the fact that his stories were always rambling and incoherent, Blake listened attentively and laughed silently from time to time.

"That's what my dad was like when he was in a meeting," Katz said, standing on the bed, pointing to Blake who was sitting, "you idiot, if you don't hand over the territory, I'll hit you!" ”

Blake snorted.

"And then they would point at my dad and say," Katz said to Blake, "No way! No way! If you have the ability, you can call it! Katz hugged Blake's neck from behind, "They're so funny!" ”

Blake raised his hand and wrapped his arms around Katz, "Well, yes. ”

There was a sound of an argument outside the house, just like Katz's play. After that, there was a loud bang.

Blake shuddered.

Katz was puzzled, "Brother Bourne, are we going out and have a look?" ”

"Don't." Blake broke his hand and wrapped him in a quilt, "Don't make a sound. Then he picked him up and stuffed him under the bed. The floor-to-ceiling sheets covered him.

Katz thought it was some game, "What is this for, Brother Bourne?" ”

"Shhh, if you don't make a sound while the door opens and closes, I'll treat you to candy." Blake stared nervously at the door.

"Words count!" "Shh

Katz cowered under the covers and heard the door open, a jumble of voices and dialects he didn't understand. His light blue eyes watched a pair of feet walk around. He saw Blake's purple boots go farther and farther away.

It wasn't until the door closed again that Katz got out of the covers and climbed out of bed, "Brother Bourne, Sugar ......"

Where is the shadow of someone.

Katz ran to the door and stood on tiptoe to tug on the doorknob, only to find it locked.

The sound of rustling sounded, and the room became hotter and hotter, and there was an unpleasant smell of smoke.

Katz saw outside the large open window, her gray veil turned red, fiery red; He saw the gray clouds burning in the sky, and the snowflakes turning into blood flowers.

……

The war between White and Grace has been going on for many years.

Many years later, it was still a snowy night, and the snow clouds seemed to freeze, and the snowflakes would fall very slowly, slowly, but it was cold to the bone.

Grace's general rode his horse into the enemy line with a howling westerly wind, his dashing gray-black cloak cracked by the cold wind. At night, he is heroic and cool, like a ghost.

The general's example encouraged the soldiers, and after the shouting, there was a cacophony of voices.

The snow became a bloody field.

The ground was littered with corpses and broken armor.

The general snapped off one of his shoulder armor, let the snowflakes fall on his shoulders and turn into blood that pierced the bone marrow, raised his sword with his blood-stained hand, and pointed at the young man in front of him, who was still stubborn and unwilling to fall, the last soldier of the enemy army—and he himself was probably the last soldier of Grace—and even the horse had been killed.

The other party looked at his dark blue eyes with light blue eyes, and his face did not change firmly, and he did not change his calm smile:

"Where's the sugar?"

The sword in the general's hand landed on the snow that had frozen solid after the blood had congealed.

Twenty years ago, the general's father premeditated the murder of his family and invited them to his house for a "casual chat" in the name of "peace talks".

So there were murderous gunshots and bloodstains.

So there was a sky-high fire that destroyed the corpses.

He didn't know how Katz survived. He wouldn't know how they ended up being enemies.

He probably wouldn't have imagined that Katz still had Grace's man behind him, and that the bloodied soldier used a second to make the still innocent child fall in front of his closest childhood friend, Bourne.

……

Later, White eventually defeated Grace as the invading party.

So Cassius's grave ended up with Blake's sugar, which was twenty years late.

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3. "Turning the Wind into Rain to Protect You"

Helka Star.

The sun shone as usual on the golden earth of Helka. The clean glass windows of the high-rise buildings reflect the colorful light, and the first whistle of the morning rings in the empty streets.

The potted plants in the aisle of the Thunder Guardian Bureau are still hanging with water droplets on the green leaves. This is the water our little chef pours in the morning – do you hear the sound of the oven working in the kitchen?

Cassius's blue eyes reflected the white cake decorating bag in his hand. He was engrossed in the final process of breakfast.

It's really a lot of work. Cassius was oozing fine sweat from his forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe it.

After finishing the cream, he stared at his artwork. What's missing?

Finally, he added two chocolate bars on top. Good! Awesome, great! He stretched out in satisfaction, took the cake out and put it on the table, and helped his comrades set up the stools. That's right, plus him, it's a total of five stools.

Then he remembered to wipe a handful of sweat. Then carefully pat the flour on the clothes, and by the way, wipe off the cream on the face and straighten the collar.

"Hey, good morning, Cassius." Muse stood at the corner of the stairs, leaning on the handrail and looking down at him, "For the first time, you didn't lie in bed when it was your turn to make breakfast. Sunlight shone through the glass on her waist-length hair, on her shoulders, and on the spotless steps. Her smile was softened by the sun.

"Look what you think of me!" "Can you count how many times the captain has cooked breakfast for you?"

Cassius's face turned red, just like he had in the morning with Blake Daoan!

The breakfast in Lei Shouju is made by everyone in turns. If any of the team members forgot about it, they let the captain take care of it. And Cassius is the one who gets up the most late.

The captain is helpless~

The muse walked down the stairs gracefully with the handrail, "No kidding. She rolled her golden eyes, and her gaze fell on the pretty cake. The hazy drowsiness slowly disappeared like the morning mist being dispelled by the sun.

The air was filled with an enticing sweet scent, seducing the young master's appetite.

Cassius's Cream Cake is one of the most amazing desserts in Ray's game.

Even Blake, the sweet-toothed destroyer, likes it.

Maybe it's not cake that he likes.

Muse didn't think about it for a while, she was just pleasantly surprised. Cassius, a little lazy worm, can't cook a few times a year, and it's so rare to make cakes so seriously.

"How did you think about making a cake today?" After all, most girls like sweets, and the muse has no resistance, so he forgot the demeanor of the young master for a while, and dipped his fingers in a little cream and filled it into his mouth, and the taste can make people involuntarily drunk like wine.

I love it so much. It's as charming as Cassius' innocent smile.

No wonder Blake ...... Ha ha.

Cassius laughed proudly, "Because it's Blake's birthday!" ”

The smile on the muse's face disappeared in an instant. Her joy turned to astonishment. “…… Black...... ...... Blake's birthday? ”

Cassius nodded vigorously, proud that his heartless little guy could carefully remember someone's birthday, and he looked at Muse seriously, "How does it taste?" Blake: He's going to love it! ”

"Ah......" Muse blinked a few times in a panic, "...... Yes......"

Cassius sensed something strange about the young master.

"But Blake ......"

Oh –

Watching the muse slowly lower his eyelids, Cassius chuckled inwardly. He remembered Blake's birthday, but forgot ......

"Yes, yes, he'll love it!" The muse looked at him steadfastly. Seeing his light blue eyes slowly sparkling, her vision also dimmed.

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That was a year ago.

The explosion was very serious, and countless elves were implicated. The entire war alliance was dispatched to do their best to rescue the wounded, survivors, and corpses.

"There's still an elf that hasn't been rescued!" Rey rushed out of the fire with a Pippi in his arms, and gasped for breath after putting him in the ambulance. He, like the rest of his comrades, was covered in blood, and I don't know if it was his own or those wounded elves.

"Let me save it!" Cassius had already run over with a shout.

An elf grabbed him by the wrist and grabbed him, "This can ......"

"I don't need you to do it."

Cassius watched as his gray back sank into the flames, his black hair streaking across the air.

There was a loud thunderous bang.

The four elves were blown away by the powerful impact, and after a wave of heat, Cassius only heard the faint call of his comrades.

The elf wasn't rescued.

And he.

Didn't come back either.

……

It was hard for everyone to accept it for a while...... Such a sudden thing.

Blake was always the last to arrive at every meal, and he didn't know what he was doing. At this point, the muse will ask, "Why hasn't Blake come to dinner yet?" Which of you is going to call him? ”

"Me, me, me!" Cassius was often the first to jump up from the table and then briskly ran upstairs. The quiet thunder guard echoed with his childish footsteps.

After a quick three knocks, Blake is sure to open the door in less than a second. Then Cassius would give him a big hug, just upstairs in front of his house, and no one would see it.

It has become a habit and a part of everyday life.

I don't know if Blake likes the feeling of Cassius' little hairy head squeezing under his chin, but it must be very comfortable.

After that time, looking at an empty chair, the Muse would still ask, "Why hasn't Blake come to dinner yet?" Which of you is going to call him? ”

"Me, me, me!" Cassius was still the first to jump from the table and ran briskly upstairs.

Only this time no one will open the door.

It will be a long time before everyone suddenly remembers that no one will open the door again.

But people can't remember it.

So Rey removed the chair.

Despite this, the comrades-in-arms, who could not accept the reality, even found out the chairs again in a daze before the meal, and still called Cassius to call Blake to eat.

Then everyone was silent, and Cassius sometimes threw himself on the table and cried.

For a while, a meal, a tasteless meal.

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Every comrade-in-arms gets lost once in a while.

One foggy morning, Rey glanced at his calendar, where his daily patrol tasks were neatly arranged. He walked up the stairs gently, trying not to make footsteps so as not to disturb the rest of his teammates. Then there was a knock on the door, "Hey, get up, it's your turn to be on duty today!" ”

There was no movement.

"Then I'll open the door!" Rey slammed the door open mischievously, revealing the pale purple walls and the clean furnishings of the empty room.

Above the white desk, various books are jagged on the shelves. In front of the desk was an open diary, and the cap of the pen was stuck in the end of the pen book, and a stain of ink was smeared on it. There were several pens standing up in the pen holder, and dust had fallen on them. In the corner of the table, in a yellowed photo in a vertical frame, Blake faces Rey with a smile and his arm resting on Cassius' shoulder.

I forgot. Rey thought.

I forgot that there are no more people living here.

"You're on duty today, Gaia." "But isn't it Blake's turn to be the monster in black today?!" "......" "Oh...... I forgot. ”

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So on this day when everyone was supposed to eat cake happily together, I was confused, was I?

Cassius's face darkened, "I want to go to the grave." ”

“…… Yes? The muse, who was also immersed in the past, reacted to something and looked at Cassius blankly.

……

In the tomb complex, Cassius can easily find Black.

The wreath at the top of the monument was made by Cassius himself on the day Black erected the monument. It's still there, and it's not even withered.

Rey said it was a fake flower. Cassius didn't listen.

A cake is placed in front of the grave.

Cassius sat cross-legged in front of the cake. The cake is between the two buddies.

"Remember? It's your birthday. Cassius smiled and looked at his old friend, "How are you doing?" I'm fine anyway...... I don't want you at all. ”

Bai Tuanzi stood up and raised his arm to gauge his height - last year it was not as tall as the tomb, but this year the tomb is only up to his waist.

The members of the War Federation all said that Cassius only grew a short stature, not a brain.

He didn't listen.

Blake never believed in that, either. He said Cassius didn't need to have a long brain.

Bai Tuanzi laughed, "Look, look, I'm taller than you!" It's like...... It's like you're taller than me! ”

"Shall I sing you a birthday song? Then you are not allowed to laugh at me. Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, ......"

His voice weakened. His smile vanished like a light cloud blown away by the wind.

Tears welled up in his face.

“…… Am I singing out of tune again? How did you...... Why don't you ignore me? ”

"Isn't it just taller than you? You must be jealous of me, you dead tsundere! ”

"Cassius again." Rey walked over slowly, standing beside the muse.

"Persuade him." Muse and Rey watched from afar, "It's going to rain." ”

"Who can persuade him?" Rey shook his head. Raindrops fell on them. Cassius's forehead was pressed against the cold tomb.

It feels the most comfortable when you stick to your forehead with Blake. This is the experience that Cassius summed up after a cold.

Blake would only take off his helmet in front of Cassius.

Standing in the rain, everyone was silent.

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The whole Union knows that Blake has a habit of keeping a diary.

Before each mission, he would write down the cause and then make up the story and results when he returned from the mission.

So this time, no one closed the open diary for him.

When packing up Blake's belongings, everyone naturally saw his spread out diary.

Cassius saw that the page he turned was written with only one sentence.

He fainted after reading it.

Rey hurriedly went to help him, and also saw the notebook that fell on the ground, and it was written:

If you can't come back this time, I will turn the wind and rain into rain to accompany you.

Interesting?

After that mission, it did rain a lot in the vicinity of the Lei Shou Bureau.

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Gaia had long since returned from patrol. He also guessed that Lei Shouju was suddenly gone, and he probably went to sweep the grave.

"This kid is all right." Gaia looked at Cassius with a little concern, who was carried back by Rey.

"Passed out. I'm afraid it's not a good thing. Rey raised an eyebrow. His blonde hair was soaked in the rain and drooped down ticking the rain.

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Cassius knelt alone in a small dark corner and wept secretly.

A black-gloved hand with its palm facing up in front of him.

He looked up, and a bright smile came into view. The other party's inky blue eyes reflected his embarrassed appearance, and also hid the deep color of Grace's starry sky.

Cassius stood up and hurried to pounce on the figure, but he fell to the ground and fell to the ground.

Under the moonlight, an autumn wind is bleak, rolling up the black leaves in the sky. The figure feathered with the fallen leaves and disappeared under the white moon.

Cassius's face was reflected in the moonlight.

Let me be the light to protect you.

I love you.