"What an elegant name." Yerou smiled in astonishment. This was the secret that had been between the two since the beginning of their marriage. She already knew it. "Xuanji sounds so perfect for Kalki..."
The conversation fell into silence, and Kalki stirred a cherry tomato with a fork. At the moment of discovery, he missed the passionate fire with Xuanji. He would never be so quiet and almost bored with her.
Some parts of Ye Rou in front of her are dead forever, just like the daze under her sad brows. The sadness is like a transparent shell that covers her, isolating her from everything in the world. This is how she has lived in the past two years.
After he came down, he was depressed and sad alone, enduring the drug poisoning in the re-education center. He only regarded his son as his only hope in life, and no longer had hope for anything else, including regaining the love of his husband.
"She has left me thousands of light years away. Here, you are my wife, and I will take on the responsibility of taking care of you." Kalki put the exquisite jewelry bag he took from Lao Dai on the table.
But Yerou seemed to be turning a deaf ear and still lowered her head and thinking about something. Her moist blue eyes shone in the candlelight, as if moistened with tears.
"I paid for this with my labor, and I will make you happy again, just like we once had." Kalki picked up the jewelry bag with rough, scarred hands and took out a pair of butterfly-shaped pieces inside.
The delicate hairpin shook out and made a "bang" sound on the table, causing Yerou to return to reality.
"Like before? How is that possible? When we were newly married, we had such a luxurious house, such a beautiful garden, and you had so many friends and noble knights. Where have they gone? And those two lovely people
robots, they are like my friends, I miss them all the time, where are they? My son... Xiao Kong, who is like an angel, he
Where have you gone?" Yerou said while trembling all over, her blue eyes wide open, and the pair of hairpins inlaid with colorful opal pearls reflected an incredible light in the dim candlelight.
The most high-end jewelry in the "Palace of White Foch" is simply an admirable treasure in the mortal world, and it shows a strange feeling of huge contrast in this humble room.
"The gift of fate is simply full of malice, because it will be cruelly taken away, suddenly, and everything is irretrievable, just to torture the most fragile soul..."
The more she talked, the more excited she became. Kalki knew that Yerou was ill again. Sometimes, in the dark night, he would hear her sobbing softly while lying alone on the big bed, or calling her son's name while she was trapped in a nightmare.
Maybe he was too sleepy and too lazy to get up from the crib, or he knew he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation, and he had to keep a distance from Yerou's body...
"Yerou! Don't think nonsense!" He quickly stood up, rushed to her, hugged her, like her most loyal friend, "You and I, as long as I have breath, I will never allow those things to happen again.
If something happens to you, I will protect you with all my strength!"
Yerou felt her husband's big hand caressing her head warmly and forcefully. She couldn't help but sit and hug him, clinging to him and shedding tears.
"Karki, you don't know who your enemy is. It's the entire Platonic system. I have witnessed how many people were crushed into dust. Those people were forced to suffer misfortune... The penal colony is the end of everything. We will die there.
In the ice and snow." Thinking of the horrific past events in the re-education camp, she almost choked up and was speechless.
"No, Yerou, I will fight to the end as long as I have breath." Kalki was so angry that he almost bit his gums to pieces, "Whether it is Logos or Emperor Plato... no matter who stops me, I will
Use my sword to fight, I will turn this harmful and evil order over, trample it under my feet, and burn it completely with fire!"
Kalki's masculinity was like the most dazzling sunshine, breaking the lingering coldness in the exile place and dispersing Yerou's years of fear. She just wrapped her hands around his body and held her tightly with her tear-stained face.
He clung to his imitation wool clothes and stopped talking.
"Yerou, the most beautiful pearl in the world, it once turned in my palm." As he said, he picked up the treasure hairpin on the table and gently clamped it on her curly and soft hair.
The silk reflects the eternal brilliance like a star under the afterglow of "Gama's Corner"
This was the first sight he would never forget. "You are such a beautiful bride. All I brought to you was pain. At that time, you didn't know what sorrow was, but now you are full of sadness and fear. The pearl fell from my hand."
It slipped, where can I find it back? My pearl..."
Kalki's low words were like reciting beautiful poetry and like a mantra, comforting Yerou's agitated heart.
Snowflakes were falling outside the glass-wood window, and everything was covered with white snow. The land in the "Suyata Ring" seemed to be sleeping under the ice and snow, as quiet as a mystery.
And the endless battle continues thousands of light years away, and the pace of history has never stopped for anyone.
In the endless night of Mangxing City, various lights flicker, like a very lively language chatting enthusiastically, full of the hustle and bustle of a cosmic metropolis, but the dark areas become more and more, like a huge
The "black spots" of stars, and the "flares" are magnificent military bases.
In the seventh military base, there are countless buildings lined up. A grand blue-roofed building is the command center. Many commanders wearing dark blue Gaia fleet uniforms are nervously looking at the various three-dimensional images projected on the dome.
, thousands of data streams flicker like fireflies, intertwining into complex patterns in the sky.
The lights that are constantly flashing on the commander's face are various dynamic diagrams, the movement trajectories of the enemy fleet and the current battle loss data. The entire dark space is filled with a sense of oppression, making people feel the impending interstellar battle.
Urgency.
"The Obis base has been surrounded by people. We must defeat the two knights of the Platons and the sixth fleet 'Ji Zhou' to rescue them. The 33rd fleet has been completely wiped out by the Platons. Fortunately, according to the latest
According to the intelligence, our twenty-seventh fleet is just lost, and at least one regional fleet still has full combat effectiveness."
Tan Lin maintained the orderliness and even mechanical sense of an excellent chief of staff, and distributed all available intelligence. The stars on his epaulettes were shining, and he was already a colonel's chief of staff.
"This is the longest siege in history. Osby Base has been recorded in history. If God does not give Gaia a way out, why does it need to support it until now?" Lancer Xu looked at so many huge and complex data flows,