Wang Wei recounted the things that had happened while reminiscing. There was joy, there was heroism, there was parting, and there was entrustment. He had been talking about the invasion of the demons, and the tragic death of his parents and sister. Tears were running down wet on his face.
There was a whimpering sound from behind, Mei'er leaned on Yueyue's shoulder and wiped her tears, Yueyue held Mei'er with one hand, and the other hand was also wiping the tears from her face. The two boys were also silent, holding back their tears.
Wang Wei finally stood up slowly, and bowed deeply to the four friends behind him. This was the first time that Wang Wei felt that Mei'er was somewhat nice and cute.
"Let's go, let's go back." Bu Wenle put his arms around Wang Wei's small shoulders and walked slowly down the mountain. The four friends followed silently behind.
