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Summary of the story—

(Before going to the palace in Yuanshu, Jesse invited Smar to board the carriage alone.)

Smar stepped on the carriage with one foot, and a white hand reached in front of him.

He looked up in shock.

Jesse was looking at him with a smile. The doting and joking look brought him back a thousand years ago. At that time, he also liked to look at him like this, stretched out his hand, pulled him into the car, and often pulled him for a long time and couldn't bear to let go.

By the way, Smar extends his hand, as he often does a thousand years ago, puts his palms in his palms and puts them together.

As soon as Jessill exerted force, Smarl couldn't help but rush towards him.

The car door slammed.

Smal tried to sit up in panic, but was slapped around his waist.

Jesse let go of his hand, pinched his chin instead, and raised his head to a height that had to be opposed to his eyes.

Smarl's heart suddenly sank.

It was indeed an illusion just now, and they would never be able to go back to the past.

Whether before he chose to leave or after he discovered his lies, the eyes that once contained millions of tenderness and sweetness were only naked disgust and hatred. In those disgust and hatred, he clearly saw his reflection.

His heart hurts hard. It is not the kind of dullness that used to be, like a bunch of cotton, but the sharp, crazy, like stomping flesh with a knife!

"Welcome, return to my arms." The corner of Jesse's mouth slowly raised.

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The mountain path is long and the carriage is bumpy.

Smarl looked at the scenery that was sweeping out the window... and the shallow reflection on the window.

Jesse's eyes were closed tightly. After saying that, he ignored him and just closed his eyes to rest. Only at this time could he stare at him unscrupulously, although it was just a shadow that was almost transparent, but for him, he was already very satisfied.

He slowly stretched out his fingers. The fingertips gently touched the reflection, the thick eyebrows.

Although his hair was white, his eyebrows were still dark and thick.

Smal greedily wiped it again and again.

Suddenly, he found that the eyes had been opened and he was staring at him for a moment.

Smarl was startled and slowly clenched his fingers into fists, "Are you awake?"

Jesse asked lightly, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm watching..." He sat upright, his eyes straight ahead, "It seems not the way to the palace."

"Do you still remember the way to the palace?" Jessian mocked.

Smal shrank his head and dared not speak, because he colluded with Loctini at the palace.

"Don't go to the palace." As if he had seen enough of his embarrassment, Jesse broke the silence.

A hint of panic flashed in Smaer's eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "I am the third prince of the elf world."

Jesse was silent.

"My brother won't let you do whatever he wants..." Before he finished speaking, Jesse's body was pushed to the window.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have been tantrums at this time." Jesse was laughing, but his smile did not reach his eyes. "If you want to show the identity of the third prince, you should show it more than a thousand years ago. At this time... don't you think it's too late?"

Smal held his breath nervously. His face was so close to him that as long as he raised his head a little, his lips could kiss his nose... as if he had taken a nap before, Jesse always attacked him while he was not paying attention.

"So, be obedient." Jesse's voice softened, "Ran."

A sound of "Ranne" broke all Smal's thoughts. He widened his eyes and watched Jesse slowly retreat, his face returning to his expressionless appearance before.

Smal sat up straight and whispered: "What do you want?"

"Don't ask. Ryan." Jesse put his finger on his lips, "Don't ask anything."

Smar had no choice but to swallow the words back.

The mountains are getting higher and higher.

Looking at the increasingly familiar scenery on the roadside, Smal's heart became heavier and heavier.

The carriage suddenly stopped.

Jesse opened the door, looked at the stunned Smal, and sneered, "Do you want me to help you down again?"

Smal looked around and jumped out of the carriage.

The front and back of the mountain road were empty, and he secretly calculated the possibility of escaping from here.

Jesse walked towards the woods beside the mountain road, and even though the branches and leaves were lush, his hair and figure were prominent.

The coachman who drove the carriage was just an ordinary witch tribe. Smar estimated his strength and had to admit that this was the best time to escape.

Jesse seemed to have no idea that he had not followed him and was still walking forward.

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When will you not leave now?

Smar no longer hesitated and used wind magic to send himself directly into the air and flew down the mountain road.

As soon as he flew out five or six meters, he felt a severe pain on his shoulder, which made his eyes suddenly dark, and countless stars emerged, causing him to fall heavily.

When he fell down, his shoulder hit the ground first. He only heard a click, and his other shoulder also started to hurt.

He lay on the ground, sweat dripping from his forehead, he opened his eyes wide and tried to sit up, and after a while his vision began to recover. Then he saw Jesse coming out of the woods, looking at him mockingly.

At this moment, he had the urge to kill him.

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The severe pain on one shoulder disappeared, but the other arm was dislocated.

Jesse walked up to him, squatted down slowly, raised his arm on his head, and smiled, "It's worthy of being the third prince. He's so noble. He just fell down and broke his arm."

Smarl looked at him and suddenly felt that the person in front of him was extremely unfamiliar. In the past, even if he had dislocated his fingers, he would be angry and blame him for his carelessness, and then carefully bandaged his wounds... But the one in front of him was mocking, besides mocking.

Tears involuntarily poured into his eyes, and he should have to hold back. He could be embarrassed in front of others, but he would never want to cry in front of him. Because he knew that even if he dries his tears and cries, the person in front of him would never frown.

Jesse raised his hand and grabbed his arm.

Smal shrank back.

"Even if you are injured, do you want to escape from me?" A storm instantly condensed in Jesse's eyes, and his arms tightened.

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Just an inch away, who would have escaped so close?

Smal wrinkled his face in pain, but gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Seeing his face getting paler, Jesse finally let go of his hand, pressed his shoulder, and gave it lightly.

Smal hummed lowly, and his shoulders had been connected. Although they were still a little sore, they could at least move.

Jesse stood up, "Can you leave?"

Smarl then stood up, "Just now, was it the slave spell you hit me?"

Jesse sneered, "Or what do you think?" He turned around and walked towards the woods, and Smal followed silently.

Although the branches and leaves of the woods are dense, the sun still penetrates from between the branches and leaves. The small white beams of sunlight are like poles, standing around the road.

Smar suddenly remembered what this place was, and he suddenly stopped.

Jessie didn't look back and just asked calmly: "Do you want to try again?"

Smal's face turned pale, and his fists clenched and then put them, and finally he raised his heel.

As we walked, there was a faint sound of water rushing.

Sure enough, after more than ten steps, I saw a waterfall rushing down from the top of the mountain, and snow-white water splashed around the green pond.

Jesse stopped by the pond.

Smarl walked over hesitantly.

Jesse suddenly turned around, "We met here for the first time."

Smarl lowered his head. This was not a good memory for him. Because he killed Jesse's snake, he was not polite from the beginning and directly greeted him with various witchcrafts from the witch clan. During that process, he almost didn't take much action and was subdued.

"Lyan, how great it would be if we could stay on that day forever." He looked at the waterfall and dazed intently.

Smar muttered, "Are you beaten to death?"

"Oh……"

Smal raised his head in surprise, but saw his smile that he had no time to take back. It was not the kind of sneering and laughing that was not smiling, but a sincere smile. He suddenly realized that he had not seen Jesse laugh like this for a long time. In his heart, he actually longed to see Jesse laugh like this.

As if he felt his gaze, Jesse turned around.

My eyes met, but no one took away.

Tears gathered in his eyes again, and Smal couldn't help but whisper: "I'm sorry."

Jesse's eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, calm and unstoppable. He just looked at him steadily, as if he wanted to see him completely.

"I..." Smar wanted to say something, but he had turned around. He turned around decisively without any nostalgia.

Smal covered his face with self-deprecatingness.

Tears flowed out from the fingers.

Jesse turned around and looked at the sad figure with a complicated expression.
Chapter completed!