Prepare To Save Her

Avery gently closed her eyes. In the end, she could not bear the weight of the teardrop and could only allow her tears to slowly fall. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying.

His deep and gentle voice was like a bass cello playing a sad and sad melody, just listening quietly like this, Avery felt that she had truly experienced a lifetime.

In her mind, one beautiful picture after another appeared. The old Blake, together with his white hair, walked hand in hand in the autumn wheat field with golden ears of rice. The setting sun cast a faint yellow and warm light behind them.

"And then?" Her voice trembled slightly.

"After that, our hair turned white, our teeth fell out, and we died one after another." Blake smiled warmly and continued to answer.

"Oh, then I must die before you, Blake. I fear to live alone." Avery's arms tightly hugged onto his neck as tears silently dripped onto his shoulders.

Blake smiled lovingly and replied, "Alright, at that time, Avery will die in my arms. Af