Love Purification Agreement

"Peace and happiness."

In the darkness, Yan Huan opened his eyes blankly.

He lay in the warm bedding, his murmurs trembling.

It was not until he heard a familiar voice in the darkness that Yan Huan got rid of the fear of turning into a snake.

But even so, the scene in the previous dream still lingered, causing Yan Huan to hold his breath in his chest for a long time.

Instead, a tear slowly slid down from the corner of his eye.

He remembered.

At the beginning, Anle was very introverted.

She was separated from her parents for a long time when she was young, which caused her psychological trauma.

She had no other friends of her age in the South District and often sat alone on the edge of the sand.

I felt sorry for her and used the vows of marriage to bring her out of the shadow of her isolation.

And now, she still remembers everything.

Yan Huan dazedly exhaled the depression in his chest, adjusting to the air filled with moonlight.

Beside the bed, the originally blurry female statue gradually became clearer.

But Yan Huan didn't notice it at the moment, he just felt extremely thirsty at the moment.

Just as I was about to get up, I felt a slight tug.

So he turned his head and looked at his arms.

But he saw Anle huddled in his arms, facing him.

She did not squeeze or crowd, as if she just found a place that would not hinder her and curled up, trying to feel her own warm body temperature, even if it was only a little.

At this moment, she was sleeping soundly with a relaxed face.

The chubby little face lay in the messy black hair, with soft eyebrows and eyes.

Finally, she did not purse her lips as she did during the day. Instead, she opened her mouth and breathed inaudibly.

One of her hands subconsciously clenched into a fist, gently pulling at her clothes and not wanting to let go.

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Yan Huan looked at her peaceful sleeping face for a long time. It seemed that at this moment, he finally saw her true appearance.

Yan Huan was thinking:

Miaojiang said that the modifier comes from desire.

However, Anle, who was autistic at the beginning, had no such desire.

It was I who brought her out of her autism with a long-forgotten oath.

Thus, he became her desire.

Did Yan Huan do something wrong at the beginning?

Not necessarily.

just

Yan Huan felt more and more thirsty.

He wanted to get up and get a sip of water, but he was worried about waking up Anle who was pulling at his clothes.

Just when he was racking his brains to think of a way to get Anle to let go, he suddenly realized that she wasn't holding on tightly to begin with.

It turns out that it wasn't a constraint.

Just a gentle tug and she'll let go.

"woo"

Just when he stepped back a little and left her comfort, she seemed to realize something in her sleep and let out a lovely whimper.

Immediately, the serenity on her face was gradually replaced by uneasiness.

She subconsciously reached out to explore in the direction of Yan Huan, but her hand had no feeling at all. After a little distance, she shrank back and withdrew her hand.

Anle still stayed where he was in Yan Huan's arms, not daring to move forward or retreat.

She just pursed her lips and curled up even tighter, like a little ball in the quilt.

"."

On the side, Yan Huan lay on his side and looked at An Le's sleeping face.

After looking at her for a long time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and whispered to Anle who was sleeping,

"I'll be back soon."

"."

She fell asleep and did not respond.

But Yan Huan had never heard her refuse anything she said.

So, even if she was awake, she would probably just say "hmm" obediently and say she would wait here for him to come back.

"."

Yan Huan stood up silently and covered himself with the quilt to prevent the cold air from invading from any corner.

"Click~"

On the second night, the night in Shenxiang was very quiet.

The pink peach tree turned into a woman's elegant silk skirt under the moonlight, dancing gracefully in the bright moonlight.

Yan Huan glanced at the clock in the corridor and found that not much time had passed.

It was late at night.

He went to the bathroom and drank a lot of warm water, one cup after another, before he completely swallowed the lingering dryness in his mouth.

"Rustle. Rustle."

He rinsed the cup, walked out of the kitchen and prepared to go back to his room.

At night, he glanced at the peach tree in the distance.

Only then did he discover that a grandmother-in-law was not sleeping, but leaning against the peach tree.

"Grandma Kamishiro, are you still awake?"

"Oh yeah"

The Goddess heard Yan Huan's voice and turned around.

"Haha, it's easy to get less sleep when you get older. Sometimes I can't fall asleep even after tossing and turning in bed for half the night."

She looked at Yan Huan who was also awake in front of her, without saying much, but suddenly remembered something and asked,

"By the way, do you want some peaches?"

"peach?"

In the courtyard, Yan Huan looked at the Godly Mother-in-law in confusion, wondering why she asked this question.

Walking towards her slowly, I saw that she was holding a peach that was neither too big nor too small and looked a little green.

Seeing the unripe peach, Yan Huan's mouth stiffened slightly.

"Is this cooked, Granny?"

"It's ripe, it's ripe. This tree was originally an ornamental variety, and it only produces a few peaches a year."

"Hiss, that must be very sour. Is it still edible, mother-in-law?"

"how to say"

Grandma Kamishiro held the peach and explained helplessly,

"This tree was planted by my husband and I a few years before he passed away. I thought he was growing it as an ornamental flower, so I never tasted the fruit from this tree. I thought it would be very sour.

"It wasn't until he died that I realized he planted the tree just so I could taste the peaches, but he just bought the wrong variety."

Listening to her mother-in-law's jokes, Yan Huan couldn't help but smile.

But when Grandma Kamishiro looked at the peach blossoms blooming above her head, she couldn't help but sigh and said,

"But sometimes I wonder, if this tree has a spirit, will it blame me?"

"Blame you?"

"Yes, I planted it just to admire its beautiful flowers. It worked hard to produce these fruits, but I despise it because I have never tasted them."

Yan Huan looked at the regretful old man in front of her, but suddenly realized that what she really regretted was not the peach tree in front of her, but her deceased husband.

After all, you don’t have to look at the blossoms and fruits of a peach tree or eat them.

But the fruit of human emotions is not

As Yan Huan was thinking, his expression suddenly froze.

He looked up blankly at the peach tree in full bloom in the night breeze, but he couldn't help but look at the unripe fruit in Grandma Kamiyo's hand.

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He was silent for a long time, neither speaking nor looking away.

"What's wrong, boy?"

Yan Huan lowered his eyes and forced a smile.

"It's nothing. I just suddenly thought this peach tree is very beautiful. It looks a lot like my girlfriend."

"Really? She is indeed a very cute and beautiful child."

Grandma Shendai laughed, but suddenly remembered something and reminded Yan Huan,

"By the way, young man, there is something I forgot to remind you today."

"Uh-huh, go ahead."

"Today, when you and Aoi Kazuya and the others were playing in the mountains, I saw the news on TV."

As she spoke, Grandma Kamishiro took out a small piece of paper from her bosom. On it was a line of Sakura Country's phone number.

"A paid missing person notice for the two of you was broadcast on TV, and the photos and information matched, and a contact number was also left.

"Someone very powerful must be looking for you. Many TV stations are reporting this at the same time."

Yan Huan glanced at the note held in Grandma Shendai's old hand. There was a phone number written on it, followed by the contact's name:

"Ms. Sakuramiya."

With just one glance, Yan Huan knew who was looking for them.

"The people who are looking for you are very powerful. Today, Tokyo TV rebroadcast this missing person notice several times, not to mention other TV stations.

"I think if you call her and let her know you're here, maybe the things that took the town seven days to solve can be solved tomorrow.

"That way, maybe you can leave tomorrow."

Yan Huan looked at the note in her mother-in-law's hand and remained silent for a long time.

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It was not until a long time later that he gently reached out his hand.

But she didn't take the note, instead she took the peach from her mother-in-law's other hand.

Looking at the young man who took the peach, Grandma Kamishiro was slightly stunned.

"Thank you for the peaches, Grandma."

Yan Huan held the peach and finally said this with a smile.

".Hehe, it's okay."

Looking at the boy holding the peach, Granny Kamishiro seemed to understand his choice.

Immediately, she shook her head and silently put the note back.