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They ran on, arm in arm, the warmth of each other's bodies passing through their clothes; the wood bowed its head, listening to his rapid breathing, ringing in their ears, giving rise to a wave of heat.

It was raining heavily. They ran far away, shaking off the mountain ranges, the forest, and Jelo, who was wearing red clothes.

Jelo, soaked to the skin, looking up at the sky, a smile on his lips, you came for her.

If she can break your fable, brother, then from now on you will not be alone with your harp in the long night, waiting for a thousand years of wind and frost; you will not be like the famous Greek musician and poet Orpheus playing the lyre in the underworld, waiting hopelessly for his lover, lonely and finished.

After sending Mu Mu back home, Shu Luo took his leave.

He only gave Mu Mu a faint smile before turning around and leaving.

He would not have extravagant hopes, and he would not force anything. He would be as light as a mist, as light as the morning glow, and he would be the most beautiful and truest.

Perhaps, Mumu could read his meaning. Regardless of whether it was the zither music or the smiles of close friends, there was no need for words.

The rain gradually receded, and the tree snapped back to life. Only then did it realize that he had already walked far away, but had forgotten to give him an umbrella.

Shulo walked slowly home with his harp in his arms. He was glad that she wasn't wet from him and hoped even more that she wouldn't catch a cold.

He walked for a long time as he carefully savored the friendship between the two. His face always maintained a cheerful smile, and the raindrops in his hair once again dripped down, sparkling and translucent …

The red figure in front of him had barged into his line of sight, catching him off guard.

"Big brother? Why are you here? It's still raining. "

he asked in surprise, before he could stop smiling.

"Actually, I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

Jerome came over and took his arm, and they walked home together.

"Wait for me?"

"You don't care about the rain for that girl, do you?"

Jelo's almond-shaped eyes looked over. His purple-gray pupils were hiding ripples.

"Me? Brother, I hope that you won't hurt her again in the future, okay? "

"Damage? Haha … to make my brother... How could I bear to see a happy person like you. "

"…"

Shulo looked at him, feeling a surge of emotion. Perhaps it was this twin brother who understood him best in this world. Ever since they had met, the memories of his past life had blossomed like fireworks.