Love Code at the End of the World

“Yes, brother.” The Queen smiles at me, "meteor, do you agree?” The queen looked at the ghost prince.

The Great Ghost King also smiled gently, looking at their son, they were always extraordinarily careful and gentle when dealing with the Ghost Prince, as if he were a thin foam, and a slight touch would make him disappear completely before them.

Meteor didn't speak, but nodded quietly.

I'm in a mood where everyone can't help but laugh smartly.

Everybody's been thinking a lot this time.

This breakfast is really getting more embarrassing.

When the queen took me to pick out the dress, both the Great Ghost King and the Prince left, leaving the space and time entirely for the two of us.

I stood in the queen's room, and the big room was like a sleeping palace, but the black castle had such a warm room as spring, and the queen's room was like a goddess's garden.

The flower wallpaper, the carved table and chair bed, and the four visible roses, the queen really loved the roses, the white rose on the white round table against the window, couldn't help but look at the white rose in that room in Silver Moon City, the white rose that won't fade.

The whole wall to the south of the room is floor-to-ceiling glass with a glance at the garden below, which, from this perspective, is also a rose, a green rose in the sun.

The queen opened the side door, and there was another room, a spacious and beautiful room with rows and rows of hangers full of dresses.

The queen lifted my hand: "Come. ”

She pulled me into that room, stood in front of that row of beautiful dress, and she picked up one on me and one on the other, more relaxed and enjoyed the pleasure of dressing up.

“Ice, how about this one? ”

“Mmm.”

“And this one? ”

“Mmm.”

“This one? ”

“Mmm.”

She stopped and looked at me with sadness: "Ice, I love you. ”

When I'm stunned, does she think I'm trying? But... I really think she made a good choice. I won't take it from her and twist it around in front of myself. How bad does that damage the image of my queen?

She grabbed my hands and sadly brushed over my long hair scattered across my face: “You are a beautiful girl, but your hands are full of blood...”

My hand trembled violently in her hands and pulled it back from her, which was the last thing I wanted to be touched by.

She looked at me painfully: "You shouldn't be carrying all this, if you don't have such a strong ability...”

“If I'm not strong, how can I live to this day?” I look back at this kind mother, "Queen, that's why I fought so far, I hope that future children, other girls, will no longer have to be like me...” I don't know why, suddenly swallowed up, I am in front of the queen, I can no longer hide the fragility of my heart, tears instantly wet my eyes, “survive by killing...” I took a deep breath and finally the tears rolled out.

“Son…” The Queen reached out and held me gently, "Let's end this together…”

“Mm-hmm.” I wiped my tears and calmed down, and that moment of fragility broke out, leaving me out of control. I pacified for a moment and left the queen's arms: "I'm sorry, I lost my temper. ”

She looked at me with sadness and pity: “We are women. Sometimes we are fragile. No one feels faulty. Son, you are just too strong and tired...”

I swallowed the tears back to my throat, exhaled deeply, and the whole person became much more relaxed and the brain became clearer.

“I have felt such exhaustion...” The Queen let go of me and looked faintly at the giant rose flower outside the window, “I was a very weak person because I had always been loved by my beloved, so I didn't have to be strong, he would solve anything for me, but one day he left me and I started to panic, scare, but I knew I had to be strong, eventually I found him, in his love, I could continue to be weak...” The queen's mouth overflowed with a gentle happy smile.

The smile in her mouth slowly faded away in the warm sun: “I found my lover, but I left our child alone... we are unqualified parents, so now... we can't even walk into his heart...”

I looked at her quietly and didn't know what to say for a moment.

“Ice, can you ask me what happened to Astrid?” The queen turned to me with a hint of hope.

And I was like, "Me? But the prince does not speak. ”

The queen's masked eyes raised a deep sorrow: “He doesn't say, he doesn't want to. When we found him, he was dying, and all he said was... let me die..."

I was slightly surprised. What exactly did this meteor go through?

“All we know is that he seems to have lost his beloved girl, we want to know who that girl is, maybe we can help him find it, but... when he wakes up, he will be like this, never say a word again...” The queen made a long sigh, “Until you came, we found that he did not reject you, he looked at you...” The queen looked up at me, her eyes soft and warm with a smile, “unlike others...”

“Does he know me?” I asked along with the queen.

The eyes in the queen's mask flashed as she stood, slightly opening her face and avoiding my gaze: "How could... he should not have known you. ”

I glanced slightly. The queen lied. The meteor must have known me!

“True. True.” Gently, knock on the door.

The queen also relaxed her emotions and looked at the door of the room. The door was pushed away gently. It was a meteorite. As Phoenix said, a meteorite looked like a servant.

“Is your father going to talk to Lovin?” The Queen asks.

A meteor nodded quietly.

The queen silenced for a moment and looked at me: "Lobing, I know I'm not qualified to ask you to do anything, but I want you to lead us all back to life. ”

I was slightly soft-hearted and woken up again by the queen, and I was moved by her care for others, but I couldn't make any promises to her. I lowered my face for a moment and turned away silently.

Behind it was unusually quiet, and the good queen must have understood that I could not guarantee it.

Meteor closed the door to the queen and he walked quietly to my front.

I walk behind the micro asteroid, his shape, his height, makes my familiarity stronger and stronger. Every time I get closer to him, my familiarity with him becomes stronger and stronger, like the person standing on the opposite bank getting closer and closer to me, but there is always a thick fog between us, like "I” doesn't let myself find the answer, or I don't want to recognize him.