Don't treat Omega as a man [Interstellar]

"it is good."

The eldest prince immediately released him, stood up and stretched his muscles.

Ansel pursed his lips, and suddenly asked, "If I didn't agree at that time... what would you do?"

The eldest prince glanced at him and said, "Keep waiting."

"What if you don't agree until now?"

"Then just keep waiting."

"Wait until seventy or eighty?"

"Wait until you are seventy or eighty."

The eldest prince threw the person on the bed, looked down at the person below him, and said, "If you die first, I will bring your ashes to the coffin. If I die first, I will ask to be buried in Melville In the family cemetery, whether you like it or not, I am yours."

This is quite scary, Ansel couldn't help saying, "Fortunately, I promised early."

The emperor of the empire carried an urn with him, and this scene felt weird no matter how he thought about it.

The eldest prince Alex, no, he should be called His Highness the Emperor now, facing his partner, he bent down with a chuckle.

Ansel also responded with a smile.Both of them are over 30 years old, they have been together for such a long time, they are relatives and friends.They have quarreled, quarreled, had awkward fights, they have experienced all the things that normal couples would experience, and because of their special status, they understand these feelings more deeply than others.But no matter how much the two quarreled, they never had the idea of ​​separating. Maybe they knew that even if there were differences of opinion, they were both thinking about the future, so they were more considerate and tolerant.It seems inappropriate to describe it as an old couple, but when Ansel looked at Alex on his body, he felt that this man became more and more reliable as time went by. It was a taste of time. , reassuring, but also insane.

Alex noticed his gaze and looked up, narrowing his eyes slightly to meet his gaze.Ansel paused, stretched out his hands to cup his face, raised his body and kissed those lips.

"Fortunately, I agreed early." Ansel murmured, repeating this sentence.

"Want to regret?" Alex raised an eyebrow at him.

Ansel kissed his eyes, smiled and said, "No."

Only a fool will regret it.Ansel was not a fool, so he had long ago decided to spend his whole life with His Royal Highness.

The sun sets and night falls.

The author has something to say: Countdown to the end: 2

Meaningless memoir of love, the content in the bed was not photographed in the end, so buckle a chicken leg for the photographer

☆, Extra Three (Elvis×William)

Bayleaf Port is a relatively old port planet in the Laldeac galaxy. Due to the gradual transformation of shipping methods in the new era, the port business of Bayleaf Port has gradually weakened. In addition, the planet is located in a remote location, so no businessmen are willing to invest here. Residents Living a secluded life by relying on the craftsmanship inherited in one continuous line, seems plain and rich in the current era of mechs.

This is also a place where many people who pursue a peaceful life like to come, but most of them leave after living for one or two years. Only those who can really settle down will integrate into the local life. There are very few such people, so Bayleaf People in Hong Kong are also used to the new faces that appear every once in a while, and they are also used to the fact that all these faces disappear after a while.

50.00% of the planet's area is entirely water, and the remaining 50.00% is divided into the coastal area and the inland area. The real native port people live by the sea, and the inland area is mostly small houses with three or four floors for tourists. live.

In a remote corner of the planet, in a quiet place that neither faces the sea nor belongs to the interior, in the wide courtyard that was reinhabited only half a year ago, the sound of things breaking was heard again.

The glass fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces. The people in the kitchen paused for a few seconds when they heard the movement, and then walked out following the sound.

Elvis was sitting in a wheelchair, staring blankly at the debris on the ground. A gust of wind blew from the open French window, blowing the empty trouser leg under his right knee to flutter.

William stood behind him, watched his back for a long time, then went to fetch the broom and stepped forward to clean up the debris.

Elvis grabbed his arm and said hoarsely, "I'll do it."

William smiled at him, shook his head, and cleaned up the glass residue and poured it into the trash can.

Half a year has passed since the end of the war. Elvis lost his right calf and was unable to continue training in the army. William also filed a request for discharge. The two of them left Unit Zero and came to live here.

This is William's hometown, and it was only after moving here that Elvis knew that William used to be the young master of a rich family. This land was left to him by his grandfather. Among all the brothers and sisters, only William He didn't inherit any money, but he owns this courtyard alone.The two of them lived in a house that was six or seven times the size of an ordinary family, so it seemed deserted no matter what.

Elvis never knew that William had such a background. They knew each other long before Ansel established Unit Zero. Elvis, who knew a little sign language, took the initiative to translate for William. The two were like brothers.Elvis had talked about his background with William, but William just smiled and gestured to change the subject, so Elvis always thought he had something to hide.

Perhaps this is another kind of unspeakable secret. Elvis, who was sitting in the wheelchair, looked at William's quiet back, and a slight irritability rose in his heart.

He immediately turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.He didn't know what was wrong with him, maybe it was because he lost a leg, so there was always an indescribable awkwardness in his heart.The doctor said it was post-war syndrome, but Elvis felt that it shouldn't be that exaggerated.He has never been a person who will be harsh on himself, and he is also recognized as a good-tempered person in the army, so he will not be depressed because of this kind of thing.

But the boredom in his heart couldn't go away, so he had to ignore William temporarily and concentrate on watching the scenery.

If you keep your eyes on the quiet and peaceful person, he may lose his temper uncontrollably.Elvis was so sure because he almost did it once.That day William went out to buy medicine for him in the rain, and when he came back dripping wet, at that moment Elvis had an urge to throw the plate in his hand on him.

He couldn't do that, and Elvis would never forgive himself in his life if he had really thrown it out.

But this feeling of irritability became stronger day by day. It seemed that a restless seed took root in his heart, and branches sprouted out, pressing against his heart, causing him pain and discomfort.

He started trying to smash pillows, shove the wheelchair around when William wasn't home, and throw himself hard on the grass, but it didn't work.Whenever he saw William's calm expression, a pang of anger stuck in his throat, making him want to shout loudly at William.

Then William will definitely look at himself quietly as usual.William can't speak, and Elvis has been helping him communicate with others in the past few years. Elvis is his other mouth.They were friends, and no matter what Elvis did, William couldn't blame him.

This realization made Elvis even more uncomfortable.

It was impossible not to blame himself, Elvis knew that William applied for discharge because of himself.He came to take care of his own injury. William contracted almost all the housework by himself, and treated him in every possible way in life, and even let him live in such an important house.Without William, he, Elvis, would be heading back to his country home to find relatives who didn't know who was still alive.

On the battlefield, he saved William's life with one leg and all the injuries without hesitation. Now William spends the rest of his life to report to him, which seems very fair.

But Elvis always felt something was wrong.

The relationship between them should not be so clear, just like he never regretted saving William, he also believed that William was not dissatisfied with his current life.But the longer they live together, it seems that something is quietly changing and something is not quite right.

Elvis knew what those people were saying about William.The young master who only inherited one house, the Omega veteran who refused to marry the powerful Alpha, took care of a disabled mute.These are the evaluations of William by the people around him.None of the words are wrong, but when connected together, it seems full of contempt and ridicule.

If in the past, when Elvis could still stand up with his own legs, he would have accepted all this with a smile and William.But now, he felt that these words sounded so harsh, but there was no way to refute them.

Those people were right, and in this empty house there was a mute looking after a cripple, who had been good-natured before, but now he was not.So the dumb life became a bit sad, but the dumb never spoke.

Elvis didn't know whether it was because William didn't want to hurt face, or because of something else, he must have seen his unnaturalness, but never showed it.William has always been like this, and will not express objections unless it is absolutely necessary.

Everything here drives Elvis crazy.Including the unrefined but nutritious lunch on the table, including the man standing not far away.

Most of the time, Elvis almost forgot that William was a man around his age. Elvis never had a birthday since he was a child. He only had a bone age measurement to get a rough idea. He should be older than William. After all, he was once a man. The character of Mr. Hao Hao, looking at William and other soldiers, always has a feeling of looking at his own children.William has been staying with him, training and living together, and Elvis treats him like a younger brother, more important than his own brother.

William has a standard Omega appearance, with a small face and a good figure. It's just that he has been trained in the army to be much stronger than others, but he still feels thin at first glance.The person that Elvis used to be able to hold him all the time, now stands taller and straighter than him, and he doesn't know how to react.

Should I be happy, or sigh?William's growth was made step by step by himself, not Elvis' credit. He didn't feel that he should call himself a benefactor.Even if he saved William's life, Elvis doesn't feel that he deserves the life he is living now.

So in the final analysis, it is still the fault of inequality.

He didn't know what he was struggling with. In the past, he could obviously ignore the rumors, but now he couldn't do it at all.While feeling sad for himself, he also felt wronged and unfair for William.

What can I do as a cripple?

Elvis turned the wheelchair to the window, looked at the scenery outside, and became dazed.

After packing up the pieces, William turned around to ask him to eat, when he saw the back of Elvis sitting in front of the window.With the light behind him, Elvis' body was covered with a layer of shadow, which added a sense of gloom to the already somewhat slumped temperament of this man.William didn't like this feeling, as if Elvis could disappear at any moment, it was very disturbing.

He didn't want to disturb Elvis looking at the scenery, although he knew that the man wasn't really enjoying the scenery in the courtyard.

When Elvis finally remembered that there was still lunch, he turned around and saw William standing where he was, with a look of anxiety and caution in his eyes.

Elvis was fidgeting again.He didn't want to see William like this, as if he was an explosive bomb that would ignite if things didn't go his way.He wanted to see the old William, the William who smiled and gestured to him.

Elvis took a deep breath to suppress the unhappiness in his heart, pushed the wheelchair forward, and shook William's hand hanging beside him.

"Dinner?" he asked as calmly as possible.

William nodded, a little smile on his face.

This smile drove away half of the gloom in Elvis's heart, and this feeling came and went quickly, Elvis was used to the ups and downs in his heart.

Sit at the dinner table, take a few bites of food, and symbolically praise William's craftsmanship.The taste of the food is really good, but Elvis has always felt that he has no appetite recently, and he even put some perfunctory in his praise.

The two quickly finished their meal tacitly, and Elvis helped put the rest in the refrigerator.The furniture here is generally new, and appliances such as refrigerators are all small in size, specially matching Elvis' sitting height.

This kind of cooperation is also something that Elvis has always been unacceptable.

In the afternoon, William should go to the seaside to look at the boats. The old fishermen provided him with a job. He could make money and not go hungry. It was more than enough for two people living in poverty.There were still two hours before the start of work, and it would be nine o'clock in the evening when William returned home. Elvis was already ready to go upstairs to vent on the pillow after everyone left.

William washed the dishes, went back to his bedroom, and took out a list.

Elvis took a look at it, and his mind exploded.

This is a notice from the hospital, saying that if the injured patient is ready, he can have a prosthesis installed at any time.

Elvis' injury has been treated for half a year. At the beginning, Karas suggested that he must wait for his body to fully heal before considering prosthetics, otherwise it would put a lot of burden on his body and mind.Elvis didn't understand what he meant at the time, but when he was really faced with a choice, Elvis hesitated.

He shouldn't hesitate, it's always been his wish to stand up again, what's there to worry about.

William just handed him the list, without urging him for an answer, but went back to his room to change again.

Elvis took the paper and sat in the middle of the hall, staring blankly at the words on it.

He had to call Callas, and he couldn't come up with a reasonable answer on his own.Elvis is well aware that he is not in a good state now, so he still needs to listen to the opinions of professionals on such matters.

Callas was silent for a long time on the communication side, and then said, "To be honest, I didn't expect you to call."

Elvis said he hadn't thought of that either.When he reacted, the communication had already been connected, and there was no time for regrets.

He had previously decided to bid farewell to his past life, and now it seems that this goal will take a long time to be realized.

Callas said, "What do you think?"

"I don't know." Elvis coughed, his throat was very dry recently, as if he was on fire, "If I knew, I wouldn't ask you."

"Where's William? What does he think?"

"He didn't say."

Thinking of William's attitude just now, Elvis felt depressed again.Fortunately, he didn't say anything, otherwise, in his current state, he might directly vent his nameless anger on William for a long time.

Callas listened to his voice, "Do you need me to go over?"

"are you free?"

"Busy." Callas said softly, "But I think your current state is worse than anyone else."

He heard it, and Elvis felt a flash of embarrassment, but he didn't change the topic.He also wanted to know what was wrong with him.

After listening to the movement next door, William seemed to have gone out, so he lowered his voice and asked, "I... always seem to want to get angry with him."

"anything else?"

"No more." Elvis frowned, "That's all."

In all his wrong emotions, there must be William.

"Am I sick?" Elvis asked with a sigh.It's not fair to William that he's thinking about things for no reason here.

Karas over there said "hmm", "It's very sick. But there is still hope."

"I don't want to go on like this anymore," Elvis said. "He didn't do anything wrong. If it's another month or two, I'm afraid I'll hurt him."

"Wait, I'll be at your place the day after tomorrow," Callas said, "tell William."

"it is good."

After hanging up the communication, Elvis threw the paper into the bedside table and closed it firmly with a dull sound.

He'd do his best to forget about it until Callas came.

This is also the greatest protection for William.

William, who came back late, was stunned when he heard the news, and then nodded to show that he knew.Elvis pretended not to see the strange flash in his eyes, said good night and went back to his room.

After the amputation, Callas was his greatest savior.Elvis had to discuss with him everything that made him feel embarrassed, such as physical inconvenience, and psychological changes.Callas is a trustworthy doctor, and only when facing him can Elvis relax completely.

Two days later, Callas arrived at Bayleaf Port as scheduled, accompanied by Ren.Callas came to treat Elvis, and Ryan came to visit his old comrades.

Elvis was in a very good mood that day, especially when he saw Karas, the doctor has a healing ability, and Karas played it to the extreme in front of him.

William opened his arms to accept Ryan's hug, but kept secretly looking at Elvis who was talking to Karas.

Elvis was smiling, perhaps in relief, the brightest smile William had seen in a while.

There seemed to be a little pain in his heart, William pursed his lips, and turned around to bring fruit to his friends.

Karas wanted to check the recovery status of the amputation site for Elvis, so he followed Elvis to the latter's bedroom, leaving Ryan and William sitting in the hall, looking at each other silently.

Ren drank the water one sip after another, watching William tilt his head towards the bedroom every once in a while.

He put down his water glass and asked, "You two, live together?"

Not referring to the house, but the bedroom, William shook his head after realizing it.Elvis was determined not to let him sleep with him, although that would be easier to take care of, but Elvis didn't want William to see the terrible cut on his knee.

Ren shook his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

William looked over there again.There was no movement after the two of Karas went in, and William couldn't help but wonder when they would come out.

Just staring at the door panel was useless. After waiting for no one to come out, William gradually realized his gaffe.

He picked up his water glass and took a sip.Not being able to speak is sometimes a good thing. If you encounter something you are not good at, just be silent.No one could force him to speak anyway.

Ren didn't ask any more questions.William was stunned again while drinking the water, and accidentally knocked over the glass.

The sound of glass breaking was so loud in the living room that even William himself was startled.

Ren jumped up from the sofa, and William stared blankly at the water stains on his legs and the glass fragments on the ground for a long time.

There was a sound from the bedroom, and a few seconds later the door was opened with a bang, with such force that the door slammed against the wall and bounced back.Elvis rushed out wearing shorts, not in a wheelchair, hopping on one leg, looking towards the hall as if he was facing an enemy.

After looking around, he found nothing that could threaten his life, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.At the same time, he looked at William and asked in a loud voice, "Are you all right?"

William shook his head, his eyes fixed on Elvis' legs.

Callas came out from behind Elvis, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Go."

William and Ryan didn't know what charade they were playing, and the latter looked at Karas and got a "retreat" look.

"Let's go to the beach," Ren said wittily, "I'll contact you at night!"

After they left like the wind, only William and Elvis were left in the huge house.

The shorts only covered half of his thighs, and Elvis was awkwardly stared at by William's direct gaze. He wanted to turn around and go to the wheelchair, but stopped abruptly.Then he went back into the room, pulled on his pants, and popped out on one leg again.

Only then did William greet him belatedly.The floor was covered with high-grade ceramic tiles, the kind that would shine bright after just one wipe. He was afraid that Elvis would lose his footing and fall.

Elvis didn't shake off his hand, but put his arm on William's shoulder, raised his chin towards the living room, and said, "Go to the sofa."

William obediently patted him and sat him down, and obeyed his words, and sat opposite Elvis.Elvis seems to be a little different at this moment, William can't help but get serious, straighten his back, put his legs together, and put his hands on his knees.Instead of looking at the horrible wound, he stared at Elvis' face, waiting for him to speak.

William has already been mentally prepared, if Elvis says he wants to move out, if he says he no longer needs to take care of himself, if he says things are settled between the two of them...William will feel uncomfortable, but he won't stop him he.Elvis was stronger than him, and if he chose to leave, William had no reason to refuse.

Perhaps it was William's hard-pressed face that hit a certain point of laughter, Elvis looked at him and couldn't help laughing.

William was even more confused. He didn't know where the Coke was, or did Elvis feel better because of Karas's arrival, and he even forgot the things that didn't please him?

After laughing, Elvis looked him in the eyes and said, "I'm sorry."

William's heart rose to the tip of his throat.He didn't have the strength to respond to these three words, and he focused all his attention on his ears, for fear that he might mishear any next word.

"I've...not been in a good mood recently." Elvis put his hand to his mouth and coughed lightly, "I didn't treat you very well. I'm really sorry."

William shook his head slowly.He didn't think there was anything wrong. In contrast, since the end of the war, Elvis has been facing the pain alone. He has no way to do anything for the person in front of him. Naturally, he doesn't care about those emotions. fluctuations.

Elvis showed a wry smile, "I know you are tolerant to me, I am very grateful for that, but this is not the reason why I can hurt you at will."

William tilted his head, looking at him puzzled.

"They came today because I told Karas that if this goes on, I might not be able to help but lose my temper with you."

[Did I do something wrong? 】William gestured in sign language.

"No...it's not your fault. It's my fault."

Elvis rested his forehead with one hand, and rubbed his temples in pain, "I can't control my temper. If someone else were here, I might do the same. Karas said it was... it was... "

Post-war syndrome, these five words Elvis did not say even with great effort.

William waved his hand, signaling that he doesn't have to force himself.

Elvis breathed a sigh of relief, with a faint helplessness on his face, "I always thought that I couldn't be so fragile, Karas let me face the reality, and then... I feel that I owe you an apology."

He looked up at William and said softly, "You know, you don't have to take care of me like this, right?"

Elvis now knew what he was afraid of.He was afraid that William stayed by his side out of guilt, and he was afraid that William would have a heart for saving him.

William paused for a long time, then nodded slowly.

【Are you leaving? 】

After the gesture, William put down his hand and clenched it tightly into a fist.

Elvis smiled strangely and said, "I'm not leaving."

He continued, "But I haven't decided whether to get a prosthetic. Can you give me a moment to think about it?"

【no problem. 】

"But in this case, I won't be able to help you for the time being," Elvis said awkwardly, "I will do the housework, but if I haven't made a decision, I may not be able to go out to work. This... can you accept it?"

William blinked in surprise, he didn't expect Elvis to think about this kind of question.

When he said this, he seemed to be the little boy raised by William. Elvis was full of embarrassment all over his body, and he said vigorously, "I will do everything for you, if you don't mind it."

William thought for a while, got up and got a tablet.

He wrote on the board, [My job is not complicated, and the money I earn is enough for the two of us to live, you don’t need to think about it. 】

"No, I've got to think about it," Elvis said. "You didn't mean to keep me, did you?"

William was taken aback.

"I don't want you to raise it either," Elvis said with a wry smile, "You see, we are equal, and we can't keep making you pay like this while I don't do anything."

[Then what do you want to do? 】

"This is what I want to discuss with you. I'm trying to adjust my mentality, and I want to start with housework, okay?"

【do the laundry? 】

"And clearing the furniture. I can't bend down, but I can stand."

【Too dangerous. 】

Elvis laughed, "Yeah, what's more dangerous than cleaning out bookcases, does it count as driving a mech to fight?"

William also laughed at what he said.This seemed to be the first time in nearly a month that the two of them smiled together, and the atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

"And..." Elvis said, "If I do something wrong, especially when I treat you badly, you have to remind me."

William tapped his head lightly with his fist, signaling to him to remind him in this way.

"Be tough, hit me with the same force you used to train." Elvis puffed up his chest and said with a smile, "I can bear it."

William quickly waved his hand, he couldn't have hit Elvis so hard.

"Don't rush to refuse, you have to understand what I mean." Elvis took William's hand and said softly, "We are equal, you don't owe me anything, you don't need to be so cautious."

[But you are in a bad mood. 】William wrote quickly on the board with his other hand.

Elvis shook his head, "If I can't even handle this emotion well, I will never get out of the so-called shadow for the rest of my life. Listen, you have to help me and wake me up at a critical moment, okay?"

Seeing that William was still hesitating, Elvis sighed, "Otherwise, I'll move back to the base. Callas has a bad mouth and can scold me eight hundred times a day."

William quickly stopped him.Elvis didn't intend to get up and leave at all, but William grabbed his arm tightly as if he was afraid that he would leave.

Elvis smiled and said, "So, the answer?"

William nodded hurriedly, afraid that he would slam the door and leave in the next second.

"Anything else?" Elvis asked.

William thought for a while and wrote on the board, 【I forgive you. 】

"Thank you." Elvis stretched out his hand, turned William's body around, pressed his forehead against his forehead, and said in a deep voice, "I'm really sorry."

William shook his head vigorously, rubbing a red mark on the foreheads of the two of them.

Elvis was a man of his word. He said he was adjusting, and he did so. In the next two days, William could clearly feel the changes in him.Karas and Ren stayed on this planet for two more days, and before leaving, Karas called William out alone.

Callas had never spoken to William in private before. He looked at the calm face, thought for a while, and said, "Did he talk to you?"

"He is in a sensitive period now. For ordinary amputee injuries, this level is considered good." Karas lowered his voice, "He has been worried that he will hurt you. This kind of thinking is not the same as his The conflicting irritability made him feel even worse. I know you can put up with his temper, but it just makes him hate himself even more."

【what should I do? 】

"According to what he said, be angry when you should be angry, and be awkward when you should be awkward," Karas said. "I have read your files. Both of you are relatively gentle people, but in special times, you must be in the presence of him. Wake him up when you are awake. Especially when he insists on hurting you. If it is too much, you can use normal ways to assert your rights. Post-war syndrome is a mental illness. You have to abandon compassion, like Treat him like a normal person. Elvis' situation is not bad, he is fully capable of reflecting on his behavior, and it will be effective in a month or two."

He took out a small communicator and handed it to Karas, "This is specially for contacting me. If there is any problem, call me and I will come to help you."

William nodded solemnly holding the small machine.

Callas patted him on the shoulder, "Come on."

Before getting on the plane, Ren looked back at three steps, his eyes full of longing.William looked at him amused, and let him play here again when he had time.

"Sure!" Ren gave him a thumbs up.

The flying machine rose slowly, and soon, the courtyard became quiet, and even the flowers on the lawn stopped shaking.It was evening, and the temperature dropped a few degrees. Elvis went back to the house to get his coat. When he came back, he saw William standing in the courtyard, looking at something.

He pushed the wheelchair to William's side and asked softly, "What are you looking at?"

William pointed out to him that at the edge of the lawn, grape vines covered the entire raised trellis.The emerald green leaves are interlaced, and the embryonic form of green-skinned grapes can be seen in them.

There was a smile in Elvis' voice, "It's almost finished."

The things in the courtyard had been taken care of by someone before, but after the two of them moved in, they did it by themselves. William didn't know if the grapes would grow well this year.

Elvis looked at the grapes, then at him, and asked, "Like it?"

William nodded.Before leaving the house, his favorite thing is the large yard, which has endless things waiting to be explored.For William when he was a child, this place was like a treasure cave, where all good and bad moods were buried, and no one except him knew about it.

This is the first time Elvis learns what William likes in his life.While in the Army, he knew William liked freshly ground parts, programs that were completely bug-free, and simulated red electronic nets.But he didn't know what fruit William liked to eat, what drink he liked to drink, what kind of casual clothes he liked to wear, and what he liked to pass the time with.

He has been immersed in pain for the past six months, and seems to have missed a lot of interesting things unconsciously.

Elvis held William's hand, and the heat gradually spread from the palms of the two of them. They just stood quietly in the courtyard in the evening, without saying a word, until the last ray of light fell into the ground, and the surroundings were completely surrounded. In the dark.

William turned on the lamp at the door.The orange light fell on the two people with warmth, illuminating their hearts.

Elvis squeezed William's palm and said, "Go back."

After tomorrow's dawn, it will be another day's daily necessities, and it will be another day when we may quarrel and forgive each other.They have already left the army completely, and if there is no accident in the following days, they will support each other and go on.

When they were first rescued by Ansel, the two of them were like two wounded animals, comforting each other and licking their wounds.Now the wound on my heart has long since healed, and it has been replaced by a real scar on my body, which is more painful but also more vivid.If it weren't for these injuries, they wouldn't have left Unit Zero, let alone continue to grow.

The scars on Elvis's body can be removed by surgery. Before that, he was afraid to do it because he was afraid that he would not recover well, but now Elvis is indifferent.This degree of injury is enough to make all Alphas keep away from him, this is what he is most satisfied with.It should be said that Elvis has never thought of forming a partner with any Alpha. He is not like Ren, who thinks very openly, and he is naturally straight from the boat to the bridge, but Elvis completely refuses. The kind of lust that completely sinks the spirit and body.

It looks like he and William will be together for a long time, probably longer than they've known each other.What can I do, let's live together, maybe one day in the future William will meet the person he likes and form his own family, then Elvis will find a place to live by himself, and then