Another World: My life is on the hook!

Chapter 1570 Even death cannot separate us

Time flies by like the ebb and flow of water.

On the grassland with the breeze blowing, the dazzling sunlight shone in his pupils, making him unable to open his eyes. When he raised his head to cover it, he vaguely saw the old and withered wrinkles on the back of his hands. He lay there In front of the door of that hut, my hair had already become thin and white.

Then he remembered that he was old.

Decades of time seem to have come to an end in the blink of an eye, but when I think back, it seems like what happened yesterday.

But he didn't know why.

This long passage of time seems to have left no trace on her body. It is as if she has stopped growing up since the age of eighteen, and the years seem to have eccentrically fixed her forever. That night, let her stay with him for the rest of his life with that young appearance.

He lay on the chair and looked at the blue sky for a long time in his old age.

Time flies.

He didn't know when he started to feel that he had forgotten something.

Perhaps one morning when he suddenly woke up, looking at the girl lying next to him who had never had any flaws or aging, looking at her closed eyes, he suddenly couldn't remember anything, and something quietly slipped out of his eyes. It disappeared from my mind.

But when he looked back on his life, he felt that it was not very important.

Because his name is Lynn.

He was a famous doctor in that British town. He came from an ancient Eastern country on the other side of the sea. He once picked up the girl who had been with him all his life on the beach decades ago.

Later, one day when she was in her twenties, they left the hometown where they had lived for more than ten years, traveled around the world, and saw countless scenery.

One song till now.

They have a ranch of their own, and they will grow old together hand in hand in this isolated overseas country.

He closed his eyes, his withered little finger still holding the thread of his soul.

And this is their entire and real life.

"Brother, you are old."

That slender hand stroked the wrinkles on his face, and she still snuggled into his arms as before. She lowered her head and held his withered hand tightly.

Time seems to play a huge joke on them, a joke that cannot find the answer.

"Everyone gets old."

Lin En held the girl who could almost be his granddaughter in his arms and looked at the sunshine in the distance tenderly.

"It's just that maybe you are the angel God gave me. You are special. You always look the best in my memory."

But she didn't look happy at all.

Twenty years ago.

They can still travel around the world in the name of their lover.

Ten years ago, she could only take care of him as a daughter.

But now, his face is full of wrinkles.

But her feelings for him still haven't faded at all, just like that afternoon decades ago when he picked her up from the beach and took care of her meticulously, and it was as if time had returned to that time again. Time, just the person he took care of, became the person taking care of him.

She would wipe his body every day and push him out to bask in the sun. She tried hard to keep herself cheerful and not make him sad. She would also dance in front of him, just like a long time ago, in the moonlight. He danced alone underneath.

She still remembers.

At that time, he would take her on his bicycle from the nearby town all the way back to their pasture full of sunshine and sheep.

He would wear glasses and read at night under the candlestick, telling her the ancient Shakespeare classics.

Sometimes.

Maybe she will meet some unfamiliar herdsmen, and they will say that they are very envious of him for having such a beautiful granddaughter, but at that time, she will happily tell them that she is not his granddaughter, but his. little wife.

It just came later.

His legs and feet were bad and he could no longer ride his bicycle to carry her. His eyes were blurry and he had to work very hard every time to read the words in the book clearly.

And it was then that she really realized it.

His brother is really old...

Although she still looked indifferent in front of him, as if time could last forever, but when she was alone, she would be at a loss and lower her head and sob uncontrollably.

Because she never thought about it.

At last.

Time will become their greatest enemy.

"Brother, does everyone only have this life?"

"I don't know, but everyone should have to finish this life at some point. This life is already very long."

"Is there really no eternity?"

"Silly boy, there is no eternity. Time will take us all away, and all we can leave behind is just a handful of loess."

But she didn't want to.

That day she stood up and ran away towards the sunset. When she turned her head, the setting sun shone on her body, so that Linn could only see her twinkling eyes. Watery eyes.

she told him.

If that day really must come.

Then she will accompany him.

Even death.

Nor can they be separated.

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And for some reason, she has returned to her former self since that day, and she still happily accompanies him every day, as if all the panic about time and the future has never appeared again. Once again transformed into the eighteen-year-old girl she was before.

And Linn didn't notice until a long time later.

She didn't know where to start, but there was a small bottle hanging on her fair neck.

She never told him what was in the bottle, but he might have had a vague premonition, maybe on a sunny afternoon, when he could no longer open his eyes, she would Open that bottle.

Just like she said.

Not even death can separate them.

So after that day.

For the first time, he wanted to work hard to live more. He also tried to stand up, tried to let himself eat more food, and tried hard to fight against the erosion that time had brought to him.

The first day comes.

He seemed to have slept for a long, long time, so long that he seemed to be able to hear the cries of the dead above the clouds.

And when he opened his old eyes again.

He saw the girl who fell in front of him. She was still wearing the purple dress she performed when she was eighteen. She seemed to be sleeping quietly, lying on her side with her moving eyes tightly closed. The small bottle she hung around her neck had already rolled to the ground.

That day.

All night.

He carried the girl hunched over his back and crawled towards the nearest town with a hoarse cry filled with tears.

He had almost exhausted all his life force.

When he first arrived at the snow-white bed in the hospital, watching her pale and slowly waking up, he leaned on his crutch and shed tears on the spot.

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