Colonial Suit

Leia was still Leia, though age was creeping in, she remained strong.

The tears were still the same tears, though she didn't want to shed them, they flowed uncontrollably.

Singer extended a rough finger to wipe away the tears on Leia's cheek, sighing inwardly.

To not let his woman cry sounded simple, but it was truly difficult... Women were creatures that even the strong who touched the rules of the universe probably couldn't explain. Preventing a woman from crying was more incredible than defeating a black hole.

So Singer could only use the simplest, most brutal, and roughest method.

He picked Leia up in one fell swoop, and grunted.

"Sleep."

Night fell, and the sheets were tossed in waves.

Love isn't meant to be spoken, but to be done. Singer explained this with actions.

Leia was very passionate, still struggling under the forceful impact and pressure, retaliating with her flesh, voice, and even her soul. She was frantic and helpless, seemingly wanting to release all her vitality in Singer's embrace, burning herself to ashes. Her fingers desperately clutched and scratched at Singer's back. Her fair thighs also framed Singer, wanting to knead him into her body.

Seven years, how many seven years does a woman have?

What does seven years mean to a woman?

Yes, for a universe mercenary, a strong person who touches the rules, seven years is but a snap of the fingers. It's even less than a breath. But for a woman, especially an ordinary woman, seven years is her youth, her prime, the most brilliant and beautiful period of her life.

To grow old together, hand in hand, is the dream of many girls, but it's just a dream.

Leia's sorrow was that she fell in love with someone she shouldn't have.

She will age, but Singer will not.

Many years later, when she is completely old and gray, Singer will still be so strong and young. How will she face it then? The brilliance of ordinary people lies in the brevity of life, but it is precisely this fervor that is their shackle. The great Dao of nature maintains fairness in this way.

Gradually, the room quieted down.

Leia closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. The ferocity of before had exhausted all her energy, and she could no longer suppress the heavy drowsiness. Singer, on the other hand, stood up and walked to the window.

He took out a cigar, lit it, and gazed through the window at the dark sky outside.

He didn't turn around, even though Leia was sleeping soundly, it seemed real. But it was just a semblance, she was actually waiting. Waiting for her own happiness.

To be able to die consciously in the hands of a loved one was the period she drew on her life.

It's just a pity that even such a period, I can't fulfill.

You are my bowl of white rice.

And also my poison.

The cigar trembled, and a wisp of ash fell. Singer turned and walked out the door. The time was approaching. He still had a mission to complete.

The bar was deserted. It was clear that Haji was a very thoughtful person. For the reunion of his brother and woman, he had specially left enough space. On the contrary, Shangri-La, a thousand meters away, was as bright as day. A large number of xenon lamps were operating at full power, and under the lights were countless people moving equipment.

203mm rapid-fire guns, anti-armor missiles, countless armor plates, and equipment. Singer even saw an ancient shooting-type mech. A thin young man was climbing onto this mech with the help of his companions, starting complex debugging.

"Looks busy?" Singer asked casually, walking to Haji's side with a cigar in his mouth.

"Of course I'm not as idle as you. The little ones just wiped out a group of Paradise Nation's troops. I always have to make some preparations," Haji replied with a smile, while glancing at the small building in the distance.

"Why not spend more time with her? You know, for her, this is the last time in her life."

"What last time. Stop nagging," Singer retorted unceremoniously, with a rare hint of anger in his eyes. He knew it was well-intentioned, and he also knew that in the apocalypse, Leia's choice was undoubtedly the most 'rational'. But he didn't agree!

From the moment he followed Blood瞳 and headed for the universe, he learned something from Blood瞳.

Persistence!!

What worldly ideas? What environmental pressure?

What you want, you must persist in, what you want, you must implement!!! Even if the whole world, no, the whole universe is saying you're wrong, slandering you, framing you! You still have to persist! Gritting your teeth, persisting even if your body is crushed to pieces and your soul is annihilated!

In the words of God, it's called obsession!!

In the words of universe warriors, and even black hole experts, it's called will!!!

Are other people's words important??

Are other people's opinions important??

I am Singer, I am a man! I stand in this apocalyptic world, wanting to protect my woman. It's that simple! If you're not satisfied, if you have an opinion, just come at me! If I even frown, I'm your grandson!! This is Singer's understanding, simple but practical!

So, facing Haji's question, he just sneered.

"I will not end her life. Because she lives for me."

"She is mine. I am her only one. No one can dominate her, change her. As long as I live, she is free. She can breathe the air in the world, she can play in the world. This is my promise to her."

"Singer," Haji said with a bitter taste in his mouth, but he didn't know how to evaluate it. Singer's words were domineering, the pride of every man. But the problem is that the world will not shift according to individual will. x35 was already bad enough, and with the advent of the Black Tide, their lives could end at any moment. In such an environment, what is there to be proud of? What is there to persist in?

Life, only by living, is it life...

"I agree with your view, but I can't guarantee it will be implemented," Haji said honestly. Then he pointed to the bustling crowd in the square. "Shangri-La, there are many people who rely on me to live, and many brothers who fight for me. I can't let them down."

"Leia is a good girl, but that's all. In Shangri-La, there are many girls like that. They are all pursuing their own happiness, but most of them don't see the result. Singer, you are my brother, and that's all I can do for you."

Haji looked into Singer's eyes and said seriously.

"People can't live just for themselves. I'm sorry."

"You don't need to be sorry," Singer grinned, and slapped Haji hard on the shoulder.

Embracing his familiar comrade, brother, Singer said heroically.

"I was born here, I grew up here, how could I not know your support? Haji, you are a good leader, but you are not a good warrior."

Singer pointed to his chest.

"I am."

Saying that, he suddenly raised his voice and shouted in a terrified, wailing voice.

"Sister Qingyue, please give me a way out... If you don't come, little Singer is going to die..."