First Love ABO Again

The very sweet color made the young Lie Lun sink into it almost instantly, he was frozen in place, even though his reason told him that he was making a mistake, he couldn't take his eyes off no matter what.

Growing up as a prince, he was rarely rude like this, let alone facing an omega, his direct gaze was enough to constitute a rude offense.

In the past, Lielen never believed in the saying that there was a destiny between AO.

But at this moment, when he met the black-haired boy in front of him, the little thing in his heart that he thought was firm was shaken.

Maybe there really is such a person in this world, you meet him by chance in this world, but just looking at each other can make you forget everything and bow your head to him willingly.

Lieren was lost in his own thoughts, so of course he missed the subtle changes in Oran's eyes.

When he saw Lie Lun's appearance clearly, Olan's amber eyes were slightly astonished. He subconsciously felt some vague sense of familiarity and peace of mind, but no matter how hard he looked back, he couldn't find it in his memory. The figure of the alpha in front of him appeared.

Neither of them spoke, they just stood in the snow and stared at each other.

It wasn't until Oran's grandfather, Wells Essen, came late from the steep slope that the hot and silent atmosphere between the two young men was broken.

"Third Highness!" Wells didn't expect to meet Lielen who was alone at the edge of Fort Oswald and had returned from winter hunting, and his tone was somewhat surprised.

Hearing this simple greeting, Oran and Lie Lun came back to their senses at the same time.

After realizing that the other party was a person of high status, Oran belatedly lowered his head, bowed in a respectful manner, and stopped looking up at Lie Lun.

Lielen also turned his head in embarrassment, coughed lightly, and asked the aged Chancellor of the Exchequer Wells Essen in a deep voice, "Mr. Essen, who is this?"

The old gentleman quickly bowed and replied: "This is the grandson, Olan. Come with me to the palace today to do some business."

Wells spoke very ambiguously, presumably he was called urgently by His Majesty, and it was inconvenient for Lieren to inquire too much.

A few people said goodbye in a hurry.

The tall alpha called back his disobedient hound, led his own black horse, and walked gently past Oran and Wells.

The night's snowfall seemed to have washed away all the impurities in the air, except for the very light fragrance that passed by, like a flower blooming in the valley, which was imprinted in Lie Lun's heart for a long time.

That is the aroma of Oran omega pheromone.

Mysterious and charming, it is fascinating.

Lie Lun was leaning back in the recliner beside the bed. The sun was just right outside. His gray-blue eyes were half-closed, and he stared blankly into the distance, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

When people are free, they will think wildly.

He recalled those very distant past events.

Those bits and pieces of love between him and Oran.

In fact, those bits and pieces are very ordinary stories, just like the story of any ordinary alpha in this world who loves his omega deeply.

It's just that this ordinary story ends with the separation of yin and yang.

How sad.

How much he hoped that one day, Oran could suddenly return to him and tell him in a whisper in his ear that he just went on a long journey quietly, and from now on they will never be separated again until they go together. the day of death.

But no matter how much you pray, the fantasy will never come true.

Lie Lun lowered his eyes and got up, walked slowly to the bookcase, and gently removed the row of yellowed paper books in front of him, revealing a small crystal bottle.

At first glance, it should be an ordinary perfume bottle, with a few milliliters of transparent liquid inside.

The light golden sunlight pierced through the crystal and refracted dazzling light, illuminating Lie Lun's handsome yet dejected face brightly and secretly.

He squinted his eyes and turned the bottle gently in the sunlight, as if he was slowly finding the best angle.

When the bottle turned its back, Lie Lun stopped the movement of his hands, and time seemed to freeze in an instant. His gray-blue eyes stared deeply at the bottle for a long time, but he didn't move for a long time.

I saw a few letters hanging from the bottle wall, which emerged under the sunlight, and were dyed a very light golden color like bronzing.

With a few strokes, several phrases composed of the dialect of the Mufasa galaxy are engraved.

Deeply written on it——My love, Oran.

Mufasa was the birthplace of Oran, and his intentions couldn't be more obvious.

Lie Lun withdrew his staring gaze, and carefully unscrewed the diamond-like bottle cap, and immediately the familiar charming fragrance poured out from every crack and spread in all directions.

The young emperor buried his head in his head and sniffed deeply like a terminally ill addict.

The tall alpha was born with long hands and long feet, but the appearance of curling up on the floor at this time revealed a bit of lifeless depression.

Oran's relics are not many, only a few shirts and a messy stack of calculation papers, no corpses, no ashes, and no graves.

Lieren deluded himself into thinking that as long as there was no grave, Oran would not have truly died. He still believed that maybe the black-haired omega boy would return to him again.

He ordered people to try their best to extract the omega pheromone left by the owner from Oran's relics, and made the bottle of perfume in his hand according to his memory.

It seems that only when he is surrounded by this clear and mysterious fragrance can he get a moment of spiritual peace.

Oran didn't leave too many things for people to remember, Lieren could only use this way to remember his once beloved.