Oops, I became a star treasure

With his brows furrowed, Yan Fuxia knew that he couldn't do it.

She could only use the mobile spring to delay Doyle for 10 years, which was her limit and there was no further possibility.

The recent mobile fountain is useless.

"Xia Xia, it's time to go home."

"coming."

Hei Yu and Yan Cheng were standing at the end of the corridor, calling her from a distance.

This distance is a journey for Yan Fuxia to relieve himself.

Human life has a limit.

When the time comes, it is time to separate.

No one will stay with anyone forever, and people always have to get used to occasional separations.

10 days passed faster than Yan Fuxia expected.

I thought I could extend time indefinitely, but each day passes faster than the last.

Doyle knew his body very well, so he naturally understood why Yan Fuxia suddenly had an extra 10 days of vacation.

It’s the 9th day of Yanfu’s summer vacation.

In Doyle's hospital room.

Looking at the sunny blue sky outside the window, Doyle put down the book in his hand and looked at the two people beside him gently.

"What kind of country is Flower Country?"

Too many adjectives.

Nan Qiao spoke softly, describing the country in her eyes and in her heart.

Yan Fuxia's voice was very cheerful, because that was her favorite country.

"That's great! If I could be reborn, I would go there."

“Maybe if you go, Nan Qiao won’t be here yet, so you can go find Nan Qiao!”

"makes sense!"

"You two..."

Nan Qiao: (???)(???)(???)

"I'm going to the bathroom and will be back in a moment."

Nan Qiao got up and went out.

There were only Doyle and Yan Fuxia in the ward.

"Xia Xia, can you answer me a question?"

"You said."

"Can you tell me an address?"

"address?"

"The headquarters address of Nan Qiao's special forces unit."

Yan Fuxia was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly and whispered the address that Nan Qiao had told her.

Flower Grower, No. 109, Xinbei Road, Nanbo District, City B.

After saying that, Yan Fuxia stood up and bent down.

"Teacher Carla, thank you for your teaching over the past ten years. I wish you all the best!"

In the sunshine, Doyle Kla smiled and said goodbye to Yan Fuxia, his final goodbye.

The door of the room opened and closed.

Nan Qiao entered the room and Yan Fuxia left.

In the corridor, Yan Fuxia looked outside. The sun was shining and the weather was great.

"Xia Xia."

Lan Yi looked at Yan Fuxia worriedly, wanting to say something comforting, but he knew it was useless and unnecessary.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

It's impossible to say I'm not sad.

Doyle Kra is not only Nan Qiao's match, but also her elder who protects her, her psychologist, and her teacher.

How could Yan Fuxia not be sad.

But no one can live forever, so we must learn to face separation.

This was the last lesson Doyle taught himself.

Half an hour later.

Nan Qiao opened the door of the ward and Yan Fuxia turned to look over.

"Come home with me."

"it is good."

Holding Nan Qiao's arm, Yan Fuxia took Nan Qiao home.

In the ward, Doyle Kra left with a smile, without any regrets, and even with anticipation.

Instead of taking the hovercraft, Yan Fuxia and Nan Qiao walked back to the Garfield family's territory.

There were people protecting them behind them, but no one dared to get too close.

"Tell me, if they really went to the flower-growing house, would I beat them black and blue?"

"Well, that's hard to say, but I think you should be thinking about how to marry them all home."

"..."

Nan Qiao: (???)(???)(???)

Nan Qiao choked. Why didn’t she think of this problem?

"How about you exchange it for military merit?"

"Can't they just work on themselves?"

“…That’s right!”

Arriving at the Garfield family's territory, Nan Qiao stopped, looked at the gate in front of him, and stood quietly.

Yan Fuxia took Nan Qiao's arm and looked at the door in front of them in the same posture as her.

In the past, there was always someone standing at the door waiting for Nanqiao to come home, or there was always someone going to various places to pick Nanqiao up.

there's no more.

"You should get up early tomorrow."

“…What a rare vacation!”

"If I don't see you at breakfast, I'll take away all your bottles of milk!"

Yan Fuxia: (???)(???)(???)

......

A sunny morning.

Imperial Cemetery.

Nan Qiao pressed the photo in his hand against the tombstone, making sure it was embedded inside, before standing up again.

This is the cemetery of the Garfield family, and this is the last match buried by Nan Qiao.

With a sigh, Nan Qiao turned around and left, leaving so decisively.

"Your Highness, His Highness Garfiel..."

Butler Lan looked at Nan Qiao who was leaving quickly with some concern, and walked forward to ask with some concern.

After Yan Fuxia bowed to the tombstone, he simply turned around and left, and the sad atmosphere disappeared as he turned around!

"They made a pact!"

We agreed to meet again at the flower-growing house and fall in love again!

It’s not a farewell, it’s a period of waiting and preparation before reunion!

"Nan Qiao! Nan Qiao! Wait for me!!"

Watching the two people leave happily, the others looked back at the tombstones of Doyle and several other matched people.

Each person is a color photo, a photo of their youth.

It’s just that everyone’s age seems to be a little different. These photos seem to be what they looked like when they first met His Highness Garfiel?

Dinglingdangdang~~~~~

The bells of the Tree of Life resounded throughout the imperial capital, expressing comfort and joy!

The petals are falling, and the Imperial Cemetery today is not solemn or gloomy at all, but full of ease, joy and warmth!

......

The actual combat training organized by the Empire's First Military Academy and other military academies is about to begin.

This time, the actual combat training was chosen to be held at the battlefield of Xiongmeng where Marshal Long Yuan was located.

Each school has places from grade one to grade six, but compared to the majority of places in higher grades, the average number of places in grades one, two, and three is only two per grade.

Office of the First Military Academy Student Union.

Yan Fuxia looked at the list in his hand and checked the specific information of each person.

Suddenly, his personal communication rang. Looking at the name on the call, Yan Fuxia clicked to answer it.

"Aunt~~~"

"Qinglan? What's wrong?"

Jiang Ci, who was sitting behind the desk next to Yan Fuxia, immediately looked up and quickly stood up to greet him.

"Your Highness Qingdai, good day."

Qinglan Lingling, Lulu Lingling's daughter Princess Qingdai, who was just acting coquettishly, only now noticed that there was another person there!

She only has eyes for her auntie!!

Cough, he quickly sat up straight and became extremely serious!

"Good day, President!"