"I have rejected everything from heaven to hell, refused all living beings and the vastness of the universe, but I will never reject you..."
The snow whipped against their faces, causing their skin to sting. The young man walking against the wind and snow had a slightly hoarse voice.
The little one behind him remained silent for a while before speaking up in a crisp voice. "This love letter is not good enough. It's too short! My parents won't be satisfied with it. You need to think of something else quickly!"
The young man paused his steps and considered pulling this little troublemaker down for a spanking. What were the chances that they would cry? But the little one on his back was still unaware of any danger approaching as they continued chattering away.
"It's not just about the love letter; you also need flowers and everything has to be perfect! If my parents aren't satisfied with it, you'll never see me again!"
The young man sighed inwardly before picking up his pace again.
Why bother arguing with someone who knew nothing?
As they walked on in silence, the little one finally spoke up again in annoyance. "Hey, did you even understand what I said?"
"I understood," replied the young man.
"Then repeat it back!" demanded the little one.
"Find Aarav... love letter... flowers... confess," repeated the young man monotonously.
Finally contented after humming into his ear twice more, she fell asleep on his back without another word spoken between them.
The little one's high fever grew worse and worse, spending most of the time in a daze. Occasionally waking up, he would call out for his mother and brother.
Feeling the weakening life force in the palm of his hand, the young man's anxiety grew heavier.
He had been traveling through wind and snow for a day and night with this small bundle.
Fortunately, before the young man's stamina was depleted, a group of people finally arrived. They were an armed military unit led by a man whose breath was difficult to discern as either gentle or fierce. Almost as soon as he got off the car, he immediately came to snatch up the person on the young man's back.
The boy tightened his thin lips and took a step back defensively.
The man was about to speak when suddenly, the small bundle on his back woke up. There wasn't much light left in those dark eyes; its breath weak like that of a kitten. "Horace..."
After confirming that this little milk bun really recognized him, relief washed over him; finally no longer resisting handing over this little one.
Horace hurriedly reached out to take this piece of heart meat into his arms; noticing how weak it was made him tremble with heartache.
That milk bun who had clearly lost consciousness from illness still remembered to complain: "Horace... there are bad guys who kidnapped me! They didn't give me food or let me sleep on anything soft! It hurts so much!"
Horace felt terrible: "When I find those bad guys I'll help you get revenge..."
The little one nodded: "Mm-hmm! And they hit my knight too! You have to help me hit them back even more!"
Horace quickly agreed before leaving two people behind to take care of the boy while carrying that small bundle away in search of medical attention.
But then that little milk bun shook its head: "Wait Horace!"
As she poked her head out from the man's embrace, she looked towards the boy standing in the midst of wind and snow. "Don't forget what you promised me. I'm so tired now, but when I wake up, come confess your love to me, okay?"
The boy suppressed his emotions and replied softly, "Okay."
The little girl said excitedly, "I'll be waiting for you at the place where I spent the most money. You have to bring a beautiful love letter and flowers with you. Once you confess your love to me, I'll agree to make you my knight!"
"Okay," he replied.
Looking at his icy expressionless face, the little girl asked timidly with a pout on her face,"You still haven't told me who you are."
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