Norrland, Norway, a remote town in the Lofoten Islands.

An old man with gray hair but very elegantly dressed was strolling along the warm and humid shore in a 'squeak' wheelchair, on which sat an old woman, trembling and half-squinting, enjoying the evening breeze blowing in the North Atlantic, watching the last rays of the sun sink into the distant horizon.

The moon and the stars rose.

As a tourist attraction within the Arctic Circle, the Lofoten Islands are a famous tourist attraction in Norway, and the location of the two old people is a rare place with a superb view.

The old man pushing the wheelchair stopped in front of the self-built stone house next to the lake, and the old man carried the old woman gently on the rocking chair like holding a baby, and returned to the rocking chair to shake and shake.

A happy smile appeared on the old woman's wrinkled face, and then, as if thinking of something, she pressed the old man's hand behind the rocking chair with some sadness, so that the puzzled old man had to stop.

"What's wrong?"

"Lyist, you know what? If I go before you do, you'll be very sad, so I'm trying to live. ”

The old man smiled, touched the old woman's sparse silver hair tremblingly, and adjusted the scarf again for the old woman, so that the cold wind would not blow directly into the old woman's collar.

"Stupid, I'm sure I won't be sad, I'll be very happy to see you off, maybe I'll dance alone."

Hearing the old man say this, the old woman slapped the old man's hand angrily, and gently held it with some distress, reluctant to let go.

She was afraid that after she separated, she would no longer be able to hold it.

She knew her physical condition, and in the pursuit of the organization, she had been fatally injured, and she had been left with serious sequelae, if it weren't for the care of the old man, she would have left long ago.

If it weren't for the desperate action that was enough to threaten the organization, the two of them would not have had the leisure to live in seclusion in northern Norway at this moment, and after solving the threat of the organization, the man gave her the rest of his life.

fo

Knowing that the old man was feeling sorry for herself, the old woman deliberately blushed and scolded.

"Okay, you have no conscience, come to the West, pull me out in the middle of the night to blow the cold wind, you have been looking forward to seeing me off for a long time, right? Come on, is there already a new one? Don't think I don't know those pretty old ladies in Norway talk about you every night. ”

The old man took the old woman's hand in one hand, and began to shake the rocking chair with the other, and the only sound of the rocking chair in the silent night was the whirring of the wind.

The red-green aurora hung above the starry sky like a colored ribbon, which is why he took the old lady for a walk at night.

The stars and moon, the night wind, the mirror lake, and the aurora are all gifts he gives to women.

Giving the woman in the rocking chair the best thing he could think of was the most satisfying moment of his life.

"Those old ladies are as beautiful as you, as long as you are still there, I will definitely not look at them more."

The old man was still quibbling.

"I really don't know how I believed in your evil on the island at that time, and I believe that you will be good to me for the rest of my life, hum!"

The tsundere old lady spoke, but the wrinkles on her face were stretched, and she smiled happily.

"It would be nice to be able to look up at the sky together all the time."

Finally, they stopped talking, and the two of them quietly admired the night sky, and when the old man withdrew his cloudy gaze, he found that the old lady was already asleep, as quiet as when she was shot.

The old man wiped the corners of his eyes, carried the old woman back into the wheelchair, and covered the old woman with the quilt.

"Elena, go home, I'll dance for you when you get back, let's come back tomorrow......"

On a cliff, a young photographer watched an old man in a wheelchair leave, staring blankly at the image captured by his camera.

Under the bay of the aurora night, a gray-haired old man pushed an empty wheelchair and staggered into the night.

And the red-green aurora above the night sky, I don't know when, has a deep purple touch.

……

"Wow! Come on, you cry when you see me, aren't you surprised and happy? ”

In the inn in Enks Town, west of the Frostguard Fortress, the oil lamp illuminated the entire room, Soraka sat on the stool next to the bed and drank herbal tea, while Zuo Yin sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the tearful man with a look of surprise, as if he was a little embarrassed.

"I just said why can't I find you, it turns out that you were captured by Lisandro, I'm sorry~ I'm just a little busy...... Eh, why do you cry more and more, oops. ”

The soft-hearted Soraka sighed as he looked at the man with his eyes closed and weeping, and the one-horned star spirit who put down the teacup got up from the stool and pulled the overwhelmed Zuo Yin aside.

"Zuo Yin, just leave it to me, don't make a mess."

"Well, don't forget to tell him about it, alas, it's hard to see each other once......"

The dejected Zuo Yin took one last look at Lyist, and could only cross the astral portal and leave directly.

Soraka moved the stool to the head of the bed, gently grasped Lyster's trembling hands, and asked softly.

"I must have encountered something very sad, cry, just cry, I cried for a long time when I first came to this world."

Lyist, who was silently crying, opened his eyes, and Soraka hesitated, but still chose to hold the man in his arms, as if to comfort a wronged child.

"Cry, it's good to cry out if you have any grievances......"

It's okay to be inconsoled, feeling the warm power of comfort, Lyster can no longer suppress the grief in his heart, like a dream, another life route and things and people that have spanned I don't know how many years hit my heart, and burst out in my chest, and the man hugged the unicorn woman like a mother and cried bitterly, as if he wanted to release all the grievances in his heart.

Silently holding Lyst, Soraka's chest was gradually soaked with tears, the unicorn spirit did not perceive any human desires, but could feel the man's indescribable grief and sadness from the feedback of the astral magic, the silent woman raised her right hand and began to pat the man's back rhythmically, comforting the injured human child in her own way.

I don't know how long it took, in the company of Starlight, the man in his arms finally stopped crying and fell into a deep sleep, Soraka stopped slapping, carefully let go of the man and tried to put the man on the bed, but found that the man was holding him deadly, and when he left, he became uneasy.

With a sigh, Soraka took the man in his arms again, calming him down again.

"Sleep, sleep, the pain will pass, and tomorrow will be a new day."