Chapter 1570 Death cannot separate us

Time passed quickly like the ebb and flow of water.

On the grassland with a breeze, the dazzling sunlight shone into his pupils, so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes. When he raised his head to block it, he vaguely saw the old and withered wrinkles on the back of his hand. He was lying in front of the door of the hut, and his hair had long become sparse and white.

Only then did he remember that he was old.

Decades of time seemed to be approaching the end of these years in the blink of an eye, but when he thought back, it seemed like it happened yesterday.

But he didn't know why.

The passing of these long years seemed to have never left a trace on her body, as if she had stopped growing up since she was eighteen years old. Time seemed to have fixed her forever on that night, allowing her to accompany him for the rest of his life in her young appearance.

He lay on the chair, looking at the blue sky for a long time in an old manner.

Time flies.

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

Perhaps it was one morning when he suddenly woke up, looking at the girl lying beside him who had never had any flaws or aging, looking at her closed eyes, he suddenly forgot everything, and some things quietly disappeared from his mind.

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

Because his name was Lynn.

He was a famous doctor in that small English town. He came from an ancient oriental country on the other side of the sea. He had picked up the girl who had accompanied him all his life on the beach decades ago.

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

Until now.

They have their own ranch, and they have been together until old age in this isolated overseas.

He closed his eyes, and the thread of the soul was still twitching on his withered little finger.

And this is their entire and real life.

"Brother, you are old."

The slender hand stroked the wrinkles on his face. She still leaned on his arms as before. She lowered her head and held his withered hand tightly.

Time seemed to play a huge joke on them, a joke that could not find the answer.

"Everyone will grow old."

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

"It's just that maybe you are an angel given to me by God. You are special. You have always kept the best appearance in my memory."

But she didn't look happy at all.

Twenty years ago.

They could still go around the world in the name of lovers.

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

And now, his face is full of wrinkles.

But her feelings for him have not faded at all, just like that afternoon decades ago, he picked up the young her from the beach and took care of her meticulously, and it was as if time had returned to that period again, but the person he took care of became the person who took care of him.

She would wipe his body every day, push him out to bask in the sun, and try to keep herself cheerful so as not to make him sad. She would also dance in front of him, just like she did a long time ago, dancing alone for him under the moonlight.

She still remembers it.

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

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

Sometimes.

Maybe she would meet some unfamiliar herders who said they envied him for having such a beautiful granddaughter, but every time she would happily tell them that she was not his granddaughter, but his little wife.

But slowly, later.

His legs and feet were not good, and he could no longer ride a bicycle to carry her. His eyes were blurred, and he had to work hard every time to see the words in the book clearly.

And at that time, she really realized it.

His brother is really old...

Although she still pretends to be indifferent in front of him, as if time can last forever, but when she is alone, she will be at a loss and lower her head and sob uncontrollably.

Because she has never thought about it.

In the end.

Time will become their biggest enemy.

"Brother, does everyone only have this life?"

"I don't know, but everyone should have a time to finish this life, and this life is already very long."

"Is there really no eternity?"

"Silly child, there has never been anything eternal. Time will take us all away, and what we can leave behind is just a handful of yellow soil."

But she didn't want to.

That day she stood up, she ran far away towards the fading sun, when she turned her head, the setting sun shone on her body, so that Lin En could only see her eyes flashing with water.

She told him.

If that day really has to come.

Then she will accompany him.

Even death.

Can't separate them.

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And I don’t know why, since that day, she has returned to her old appearance again. She still accompanies him happily every day, as if all the fears about time and the future have never appeared again, and she has once again become the 18-year-old girl before.

And Lin En only noticed it a long time later.

There was a small bottle hanging on her white neck from nowhere.

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

Just like she said.

Even death can’t separate them.

So after that day.

For the first time, he wanted to try so hard to live more. He also tried to stand up, tried to make himself eat more food, and tried to fight against the erosion brought to him by time.

Until one day.

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

And when he opened his old eyes again.

He saw the girl lying in front of him. She was still wearing the purple dress she wore when she performed when she was 18 years old. She seemed to be sleeping quietly, lying on her side with her charming eyes tightly closed. The small bottle she had been hanging around her neck had already fallen to the ground.

That day.

For a whole night.

He hunched over and carried the girl on his back, crawling towards the nearest town amidst the hoarse cry of tears.

He almost overdrew all his vitality.

Until he saw her pale and slowly waking up in front of the snow-white bed in the hospital, he leaned on his crutches and shed tears on the spot.

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