PS: Late New Year's greetings, make up here, beg for forgiveness.

Also, the party really can't afford to hurt, I'm really going to cry, isn't it because I like snow, so I wrote a lot of scenes describing snow scenes, why complain about me

Okay, just kidding.,I didn't blame the children's boots.,It's just because we like snow too much.,So in the book unconsciously mixed a lot of their own feelings.,Children's boots don't have to care.,It's the same person anyway.,Care about the details are (9)Oh!!!!

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"Ahem, it's over, Arthur. Gwynaville coughed hard, tremblingly reached out to stroke Leah's face, and said reluctantly.

Hearing this, Lia was shocked, and it was over? trembling with her right hand and stroking Gwynaville's blood-stained cheeks, looking at the beautiful woman who used to be so radiant now, her pupils, which had never been confused, unconsciously obscured her vision.

"No, no, don't worry, I won't let you die, definitely. Leah whispered with a hint of fear in her voice that she didn't even know about.

"Arthur, you're crying. Gwynaville didn't say anything after hearing Leah's words, but just looked at Leah's face and suddenly said with a smile.

Like a miracle flower blooming in the cold winter, the shallow smile that suddenly appeared on Gwynaville's face, on the face covered with blood, did not give people the slightest terrible feeling, only full of amazement and sadness.

Hearing Gwynaville's words, Leah subconsciously reached out and touched the corner of her eye, and the wetness of her hand couldn't help but surprise her a little.

How long has it been since this happened? How long has it been since she shed a tear? Perhaps so long that she herself can't even remember, since she put on the shackles of the king, she has lost her qualification for weakness, and all she has to do is to be a strong king, and to shoulder the responsibility of saving this country that awaits death.

And crying, a word that others seemed synonymous with weakness, had long since been taken away from her life.

It's just that she, who has long been accustomed to and accepted all this, why is her eyes wet now?

"Did I cry? You read it wrong, how could I cry?" said Liya, wiping the corners of her eyes in a panic.

"Hehe" Seeing that Leah didn't admit it, Gwyna Ville laughed, then nodded and said firmly: "You cried, Arthur, you just cried, you cried for me"

"Me. Leah was about to speak, but Gwynaville said.

"I'm so happy, Arthur, I'm so happy. The smile on the corner of Gwynnerville's mouth became even thicker, and she looked at Leah stupidly and continued: "Arthur, you know what, I've never seen you cry, never.

Even when we first met, you didn't cry when you encountered such a dangerous and terrifying thing, and you smiled and said that you wanted to protect me, at that time you were like a little adult, no, much braver than adults, at that time Arthur, who smiled and said that he would definitely protect me, was the bravest. Ahem"

"Don't say it, I'll take you to treatment first. Leah looked at Gwyna Ville, who was coughing blood again, and said anxiously.

"No, I'm going to say, if you don't say it, you can't say it again. Gwynaville stopped Leah from trying to pick her up and continued.

"At that time, I was thinking that you must not be an ordinary person, and you must have great achievements in the future.

I guessed correctly, when we met again, the little Arthur who couldn't drink but was drunk so drunk that he went crazy had become the 'King Arthur' standing at the top of the pyramid, saving the whole of Britain, and now he has become the most powerful person in the whole of Europa. Hee-hee, am I smart?"

Looking at Gwyna Vale, who was smiling like a flower and a treasure, Leah's nose was sour, and her already blurred eyes seemed to be surging out uncontrollably.

The proud smile on Gwynnerville's face, the curvature of her mouth raised high, as if these were her own honor and pride. Perhaps from another point of view, this is her pride, because in her eyes, everything about her is Liya's.

"Well, very smart, very smart, you are the smartest. Holding back the tears in her eyes, Lia nodded in the affirmative.

"Do you think so? That's great. Gwynaville smiled even more happily. "Arthur, I want you something. ”

"Hmm"

"I'm in love with you, isn't it stupid?"

"It's stupid, it's stupid. ”

"I think so too. Gwynaville nodded in agreement.

"Then you can't just die, because you have to regret it. Liya shuddered unconsciously in her heart, and then whispered.

Hearing this, Gwynaville didn't speak, but said softly with a look of remembrance on his face: "Arthur, do you remember that evening ten years ago?

"Hmm. Although she didn't know why the other party suddenly said this, Liya nodded in response.

"Do you remember?"

"Hmm. "Because you can't forget it if you want to, after all, it's such a precious memory.

"At that time, you said to me that you must see clearly, don't make decisions about your future lightly, and don't let yourself regret it. Do you know what I said to you?" Gwynaville smiled happily, remembering what Leah had said to her in the first place.

Leah looked at Gwynaville in amazement, she didn't remember that she had answered her question head-on.

"When you're old, I hope you remember the girl named Gwynaville, and still like you, then no matter how it ends, I don't have any regrets, let alone regrets. ”

"Say no more. Hearing this, Liya was shocked, lowered her head and suppressed her voice.

"Arthur, when you're old, can you always remember me, don't forget me?" said Gwynaville, looking at Leah with a pleading voice in her voice.

"Say no more. ”

"A little bit is fine, just a little bit, when you're old, all you need is that you can remember me once in a while, and remember that I still love you, okay?" Gwenaville begged again with tears in her voice.

"Because, because, if even you don't remember me, I. ”

"Say no more. Leah suddenly lifted her head, which had been hanging down, and looked at Gwynaville and said loudly.

Gwynaville stared blankly at Leah's face and didn't speak for a long time, and after half a while, a beautiful smile reappeared on her pretty face covered in blood.

Stretching out his arm with difficulty, grinding Leya's face with his palm, looking at the pretty face stained with tears, and the tears that were still rolling down, Gwynaville said stupidly.

"You love me, don't you? Arthur!"