Signature Treatment Flagship Store

The author has something to say: I am procrastinating from February to March, and from May to June...

01

Alex's hand was held in his again, soft and warm.The two of them walked side by side, with hard bricks under their feet and a long path in front of them.

Grindelwald couldn't help but let out a chuckle: It seems that they can go straight forward.

"Walton?" Alex said, tilting his head.His blue eyes looked at Grindelwald, and the shadow formed by the Germanic profile was reflected in his dark pupils.

"Nothing." Grindelwald responded, "I was just imagining your world just now."

"It's not the same as before, the scene is blurry." Alex said, "Probably the only difference is the clarity, these watercolor-like colors are floating in the air, always covered with fog and haze .”

"Then can you see me clearly?" Grindelwald stopped, squinted and smiled at the red-haired man.

Behind him is a row of neat and straight trees. The orange leaves are greeting the sky, or they are covered with a circle of golden plating by the sun, or covered with a layer of gray tulle by shadows. transition between red and brown.

Alex shook his head and smiled, "Your blond hair is like a floating cloud that is close at hand, and the background is a brilliant and magnificent red glow. You are special, but also ordinary."

"Really?" Grindelwald leaned forward, looking directly at him with blue eyes, "But I'm not reconciled."

"Even if you are the one who created the world, you can't stop my memory loss." Alex said, "The torrent of time will wash us away and make us disintegrate little by little—"

He couldn't finish the second half of the sentence, because a slender hand pressed down on his shoulder, and his back was held tightly by another strong arm, and then the man's tenderness sealed his lips, and quickly Air flowed over his cheeks.He could even feel the flutter of his eyelashes.

"So, we who are in the water can finally meet." After a brief touch, Grindelwald raised his head and said, "And I don't mind rebuilding your memory."

The tips of his nearly white hair brushed against Alex's face, and the breeze carried the brightness and coolness of autumn.