I warmed his cold blood

Like the moment when the black agate reflects the light.His tenderness is never expressed through his mouth, but with a small expression that is difficult for others to notice.

He put the whistle back, faced the enshrined idol, and swallowed the small gold box...

He bestowed Harren's rebirth.

Pliny died.His soul has been lingering beside the coffin, enduring the silence in the dark clan mausoleum.There is only darkness and emptiness in his field of vision, and the homeless spirit cannot eat or sleep, and can only endure the boredom of having nothing to do in the cold.

It wasn't until half a year later that he saw the grown-up Helen and Fanny who had also turned into a spirit in the clan mausoleum.They met at the foot of the rainbow that ascended to the God Realm.

The appearance of the two returned to their youth, fresh and plump.Their images cannot be seen by the living, but only by each other.

Fanny was pleasantly surprised.She covered her mouth excitedly, with a final sigh between her fingers.The bodies of the same soul can touch each other, she tentatively touched Pliny's face, and then shrank back suddenly.She lost her life, but felt more alive than when she was alive.

She paused, thinking of her past mistakes, her face became embarrassed.

Pliny, trying to keep his composure, said, "That's not your fault."

"Have you been waiting here long for me?" asked Fanny expectantly.

"No..." Pliny turned his face, "It's only a short while."

He glanced at Helen who was standing beside the sarcophagus, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to touch him, but habitually paying attention to his majesty, he forced himself to put down his hand.

"Pliny . . . " said Fanny, laughing, "look at our Hermia! He's grown up!"

Pliny snorted coldly, but fixed his eyes on Herron.He couldn't bear to look away, barely maintaining a domineering attitude.

"It's ugly." He dropped an unrealistic sentence, and there was a deep love hidden in the disgusted words.

"You are still the same." Fanny pointed to the obsidian on her forehead, and smiled helplessly, "I already know everything."

Pliny frowned, seeming to be smiling.He put on an air of arrogance and contempt, a trait he had never changed in his life.Even after death, his nature is still immovable.

He pretended to be indifferent and said: "What a stupid woman..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he suddenly awakened to his shortcomings of being stubborn, and all the regrets of the 20 years before his death also flooded up.He seemed to be enlightened. At this moment, his character was like a wheel struggling in the mud, finally showing signs of rolling forward.

He was stunned, and said: "But... you deserve to be liked by me..."

Fanny smiled slightly.She walked over, wanting to take his hand and pull him over the rainbow.

Above that is the God Realm that is never suffering, and it is also their home.

Pliny took the initiative to grab her hand, with an awkward gentleness on his expression.He tried to change his long-formed personality, which made him look like a child who just learned to read, with a kind of cute clumsiness: "This kind of thing should be done by me..."