(Anti-theft)

The moonlight shines through the window frame and spreads slowly into the room.

Su Mei listened to Lu Yuan's inferences and couldn't speak for a while.

What Lu Yuan said was ridiculous at first, but when you think about it carefully, you feel a little more intimate.

"If you say that," Su Mei sighed and said, "Then the third test of this bronze door is really very likely to use time to go back to fight irreversible disasters, and constantly seek hope for survival in such a huge maze of death."

"When I think about it this way, I feel like I'm not so sad again." The girl said quietly.

"Use despair to fight despair, and use hope to fight hope." Lu Yuan nodded and said, "The only thing that can fight against incredible disasters is incredible itself."

"But what we have to do right now is actually very simple."

"It is to live hard in this world, and then try to save this world and unravel the darkness behind this world."

"In this way, we may be able to successfully open the bronze door."

"Yes." Su Mei gently arched into the long arms.

"very nice."

Lu Yuan smiled.

"Um."

"very nice."

The two of them hugged each other, leaned against the windowsill, covered with the same blanket, and fell asleep in the room.

Because, I'm really tired.

...

...

The next day, when Lu Yuan was awakened by the sunlight outside the window, Su Mei was no longer in her arms.

Lu Yuan stood up and the two of them almost fell asleep last night, so there is no need to worry about dressing now.

He just put on his shoes and walked out the window, and saw Su Mei looking at a book in front of the living room on the second floor.

"What are you looking at?" Lu Yuan walked towards Su Mei.

Su Mei raised her hand, and Lu Yuan saw the word angel written on Su Mei's hand.

Lu Yuan felt that he was a little familiar with the word no matter how he thought about it.

"What is this?" Lu Yuan asked.

"George Whitman's new collection of poems, Angels." Su Mei said: "That is the book he is going to sign for today."

"Then why did you get it?" Lu Yuan couldn't help asking.

"You guess?" Su Mei said with her eyes narrowed.

"I don't guess?" Lu Yuan shook his head and said. Looking at Su Mei's firm attitude that you don't guess I won't tell you, he could only shake his head: "I guess it's Miss Ke Yao."

"The answer is correct!" Su Mei said happily.

At this time, Miss Ke Yao, not far away, came over. She was wearing a milky white sweater. After all, the weather in Beckland has been getting colder recently: "What are you talking about?"

Miss Ke Yao asked this.

"I'm talking about this book about angels." Lu Yuan showed this book to Ke Yao.

"This book." Ke Yao nodded: "I have friends in the publishing house. I actually called her to send me an angel yesterday morning and entrusted her to try to be as fast as possible."

"So I sent it this morning."

"I am really worthy of being Miss Ke Yao." Lu Yuan praised sincerely.

"By the way, what is it talking about?" Lu Yuan looked at Su Mei after he finished speaking.

"Don't you watch it yourself?" Su Mei said with some dissatisfaction.

"But haven't you read it?" Lu Yuan smiled and said, "After all, I'm not very good at reading these poems."

As he said this, Lu Yuan turned his head and looked at Miss Ke Yao: "By the way, Miss Ke Yao, what should I eat for breakfast today?"

Ke Yao smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Guess?"

"So girls' hobbies are to let boys guess? I love you." Lu Yuan said helplessly: "To be honest, I want to eat apple pie."

The moonlight shines through the window frame and spreads slowly into the room.

Su Mei listened to Lu Yuan's inferences and couldn't speak for a while.

What Lu Yuan said was ridiculous at first, but when you think about it carefully, you feel a little more intimate.

"If you say that," Su Mei sighed and said, "Then the third test of this bronze door is really very likely to use time to go back to fight irreversible disasters, and constantly seek hope for survival in such a huge maze of death."

"When I think about it this way, I feel like I'm not so sad again." The girl said quietly.

"Use despair to fight despair, and use hope to fight hope." Lu Yuan nodded and said, "The only thing that can fight against incredible disasters is incredible itself."

"But what we have to do right now is actually very simple."

"It is to live hard in this world, and then try to save this world and unravel the darkness behind this world."

"In this way, we may be able to successfully open the bronze door."

"Yes." Su Mei gently arched into the long arms.

"very nice."

Lu Yuan smiled.

"Um."

"very nice."

The two of them hugged each other, leaned against the windowsill, covered with the same blanket, and fell asleep in the room.

Because, I'm really tired.

...

...

The next day, when Lu Yuan was awakened by the sunlight outside the window, Su Mei was no longer in her arms.

Lu Yuan stood up and the two of them almost fell asleep last night, so there is no need to worry about dressing now.

He just put on his shoes and walked out the window, and saw Su Mei looking at a book in front of the living room on the second floor.

"What are you looking at?" Lu Yuan walked towards Su Mei.

Su Mei raised her hand, and Lu Yuan saw the word angel written on Su Mei's hand.

Lu Yuan felt that he was a little familiar with the word no matter how he thought about it.

"What is this?" Lu Yuan asked.

"George Whitman's new collection of poems, Angels." Su Mei said: "That is the book he is going to sign for today."

"Then why did you get it?" Lu Yuan couldn't help asking.

"You guess?" Su Mei said with her eyes narrowed.

"I don't guess?" Lu Yuan shook his head and said. Looking at Su Mei's firm attitude that you don't guess I won't tell you, he could only shake his head: "I guess it's Miss Ke Yao."

"The answer is correct!" Su Mei said happily.

At this time, Miss Ke Yao, not far away, came over. She was wearing a milky white sweater. After all, the weather in Beckland has been getting colder recently: "What are you talking about?"

Miss Ke Yao asked this.

"I'm talking about this book about angels." Lu Yuan showed this book to Ke Yao.

"This book." Ke Yao nodded: "I have friends in the publishing house. I actually called her to send me an angel yesterday morning and entrusted her to try to be as fast as possible."

"So I sent it this morning."

"I am really worthy of being Miss Ke Yao." Lu Yuan praised sincerely.

"By the way, what is it talking about?" Lu Yuan looked at Su Mei after he finished speaking.

"Don't you watch it yourself?" Su Mei said with some dissatisfaction.

"But haven't you read it?" Lu Yuan smiled and said, "After all, I'm not very good at reading these poems."

As he said this, Lu Yuan turned his head and looked at Miss Ke Yao: "By the way, Miss Ke Yao, what should I eat for breakfast today?"

Ke Yao smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Guess?"

"So girls' hobbies are to let boys guess? I love you." Lu Yuan said helplessly: "To be honest, I want to eat apple pie."

The moonlight shines through the window frame and spreads slowly into the room.

Su Mei listened to Lu Yuan's inferences and couldn't speak for a while.

What Lu Yuan said was ridiculous at first, but when you think about it carefully, you feel a little more intimate.
To be continued...