Water, inorganic salts, and proteins make up the most useless liquid in the human body, called tears. And a few milliliters of tears combined with shouts can release emotions as majestic as mountains and seas.
Many people think that crying is a sign of weakness, but crying is not the most intuitive way to express emotions.
Before meeting Raphael, Valentin had imagined many scenarios when the two met.
Maybe he passed by in the crowd, and just glanced back and met the person he was searching for; maybe the angel deliberately searched to no avail, suddenly looked back with something in his heart, and found the man in the dim light.
But whatever the chance of the two meeting each other, Valentin believes that he will not cry.
Time is a carving knife, and he has matured into a real man in these thousands of years of carving.
Love and separation are sharp blades that have cut Valentine's heart countless times, but they have been blunted by being hurt over and over again, and can no longer pierce his tear ducts.
If he met Raphael with this face, Valentin even felt that the angel sister would not recognize him as his long-lost lover.
Compared with him in the Terra world, the gap is really huge.
result……
Valentine overestimated his endurance and underestimated the initial feeling.
Thousands of years of experience were vulnerable to a long-lost love and shattered into powder. Let him once again become that stupid boy who stubbornly puts Raphael in a position that is more important than life and cries for her.
Fortunately, Valentine is now much more mature than before and considers things more thoughtfully.
If he had not stopped time in advance, dozens of people would have seen the scene of the saint and the saint embracing each other and crying.
It can spread throughout the entire subcontinent the next day.
…
Emotions flowed into the earth with tears, and the joy of expressing emotions gradually disappeared, and reason once again occupied the high ground.
Valentin held Raphael in his arms, hugging the holy angel he had not seen for a long time. His breathing was still a little unnatural, and he had not gotten over the afterglow of crying.
Raphael also cooperated and clung to the boy's chest, enjoying the hard-earned support.
However, her hand holding onto Valentine's clothes still did not relax, but became harder than at the beginning.
Valentine also felt something was wrong in the calm after the emotional storm.
The warm fragrant nephrite in his arms was still trembling slightly, but the breathing became heavier and heavier, as if the beauty was gradually turning into a beast, and what was released was no longer longing but murderous intent.
It was as if what he was holding was no longer a gentle and lovely angel sister, but an active volcano, and the flames called anger might burst out at any time and shower his face.
And after the anger, Valentine will be greeted with fists or bullets...
It’s unknown.
…
This is a pill.
Valentine twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his head slightly and closed his eyes.
Sure enough, the scumbag will die, and there will be no good end for being in two boats.
"I think you can listen to my explanation."
Valentine's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head and opened his eyes to look at the girl in his arms.
What met his gaze was a blue eye full of resentment, wrapped in red eye sockets, with a faint light shining at the corner of the eye.
It can be seen that at this time, the angel sister no longer has the complicated emotions when they meet again after a long separation, but is replaced by the anger of wanting to beat the man in front of her.
Now that my husband has been found and I have finished crying, let’s calculate the cost of causing myself grief and worry for such a long time...
The wings and halo were brighter than at the beginning, and the light released was no longer gentle, making Valentine feel a little dazzling.
Raphael clenched his fists and tried hard to struggle out of the boy's arms, his fingers almost tearing through Valentine's clothes.
Angels are not just divine messengers who bring good news to mankind...
It is the God of Death who brings judgment!
"you……"
She gritted her teeth and as soon as she squeezed out a word, the boy in front of her disappeared.
Back in time!
Snapped.
The glass of lemonade that Valentin had thrown away returned to the table, half-full of the drink inside. Raphael was sitting in her seat, and the cup in front of him was still intact and had not been pinched out of shape.
Valentin sat opposite Sister Angel and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relaxed after the disaster all over his body.
However, although they all returned to the time point when they first met, Valentin did not change back to Yifeng. Raphael's eyes were still red, and the words that had just happened still existed in their minds.
Raphael was a little surprised, glanced at the surrounding environment a few times, and again focused his eyes on the face of the person opposite him.
She wanted to say something, but found that she couldn't open her mouth at all.
The girl wanted to stand up, but found that she was fixed to the chair and could not move.
It's like being tied up by invisible ropes, and I can only sit still.
"I'm sorry, Raphael."
Valentin briefly composed his words in his mind, bowed his head slightly to his angel sister, and spoke sincerely.
"You should know my identity. I am not only the Saint Valentine of the subcontinent, but also the creator god of this world."
"I used my power to control you. I just hope you can listen to me."
The young man raised his head and met Raphael's gaze, his eyebrows lowered.
Perhaps it was Valentin's words and weak expression that made Raphael a little unbearable, but she finally calmed down her emotions and nodded slightly.
"Thanks."
Valentin squeezed out a smile after receiving the affirmation.
It's full of bitterness.
"I think you should still remember the little fox, the girl who took the photo with you."
"You may have guessed her identity. She is my girlfriend in this life, the one I have already made friends with."
Valentin said while carefully observing Raphael's expression. After all, these words were a bit too much for her, but she had to say it.
Sometimes lying is kind-hearted, but the kindness wrapped in falsehood can cause greater harm.
He would not lie to his angel sister, especially about feelings.
Hearing this, Raphael had no reaction. He just lowered his eyes and stopped looking at the young man in front of him.
Feeling uncomfortable? have no choice?
No matter what emotions were filling her heart, Valentin had to keep talking. He could not only be responsible for Raphael, but also take care of Chen Le.
The young man muttered "I'm sorry" silently in his heart and continued to tell.
"Actually, I already have a solution, but I can't tell you now."
"You can go to a place called Sharan City, walk to the edge of the forest west of the city, and take out this thing."
A gold coin was pushed in front of Raphael by Valentine.
"You will be taken to a residence and I will be waiting for you there."
"I will tell you the plan when the time comes."
The style of the gold coin was very familiar to Raphael. It was the common currency of the Asian continent, but it had Valentine's profile printed on the front.
She looked away, only to find that she could move normally. And Valentine, who was sitting opposite just now, has disappeared.
His half glass of lemonade was still on the table.
The sun was still high in the sky, and the noisy ambient sound sounded in my ears again. The warm wind of late spring blew the hem of the angel's clothes, and the straw in the cup swayed slightly in the wind, as if he was still sitting there.
Like a dream.
Raphael was stunned for a few seconds, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, got up and walked to the bathroom not far away.
She needed to wash her face and calm down.
