The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

The touch of the boots was cold and cold, and the pair of small and delicate jade feet leaned on my lips so presumptuously, just the right amount of strength like a breeze blowing across my cheeks, just a light inhalation, the crack in the leather floated out of the girl's seductive fragrance mixed with a touch of sweat and acid, and there was a strange sense of happiness when stepped on like this, and there was an idea in my heart that I wanted to lick her toes.

She shrunk back, pursed her lips, and looked at me with some concern.

"Don't get too close... It's going to get frostbite, just stay there and say. I

touched the lips that had just touched her, and it was actually frosty in those few seconds.

"We... You have to be healed, right?

She looked a little surprised, and instead of answering me for a moment, she raised her face and stared at the pale rays of daylight, her gray eyes blinking alertly.

"I don't need your sympathy.

She said categorically, and her tone seemed non-negotiable.

I looked at her in confusion, thinking that there was another angry look in front of me, and I was about to say something, but I was overwhelmed by her calm appearance.

There was no longer hostility in her eyes, but an inexplicable stubbornness, and she seemed to have seen her own end soon, and was ready to accept it silently.

"Why are you doing this—"

she interrupted me without hesitation.

"I have my own insistence, doctor... Then again, I didn't expect you to be such a kind person.

She changed her words, and the whole person collapsed on the cold stone surface like a loss of strength, her pale smile was a little tired, and her two eyes that had lost their luster looked fixedly at the dust raised in the air, she seemed to think of something, and her empty pupils suddenly lost focus, and it didn't take long for her to bite her lip unconsciously and shake her head slightly, as if to dispel something.

"I... No, me and my brothers and sisters," she looked up at the direction of the ground, her eyes narrowing slightly, "I promised them that this must change..." For the first time, those jewel-like gray eyes shone strangely when I spoke of the word promise, and for a moment I even forgot that she was a dying person who was seriously ill, and she struggled to squeeze the corners of her mouth, her cheeks showed a few unnatural folds, and finally that small effort turned into a bleak but strong wry smile, and she looked at me fixedly, her gaze more determined than ever.

"Thank you for your kindness, but... There's no going back. "

Will you die?" I said lightly.

"I know.

She pursed her lips and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, the violent cough made her whole body twitch uncontrollably, and I was really afraid that the delicate neck would suddenly break in the next second, and throw the whole little head out.

I'm a...

"The Dragon Gate is arresting you, and so is Rhode Island, and as for the integration movement... You know in your heart that if this continues, not only will you die, but your brothers and sisters will have to be buried with you.

I looked at her in a cold tone, feigned seriousness.

That seemingly hard disguise gradually fell apart...

"Hmm—"

she hesitated.

When she talked about herself, she had a fearless spirit that was not afraid of any bones, but then she disappeared without a trace, and frowned rarely.

"I believe ... She

tugged at her head, her long snow-white hair was scratched to the ground, and even her eyes looked away, and she didn't look at me anymore.

"You want to say... Believe they can take on this city alone?" At this

moment, they were almost the enemies of the entire city, and from the moment she did not kill us, she was already a two-pleaser.

Everybody wants them dead....

"Even if you're just watching from the sidelines, you know that you're like siblings, and you want to let them die for nothing because of your stupid stubbornness?"

"I... I—" She swallowed the air greedily, and the pain that had been suppressed seemed to be pouring out of her body at this moment, and the small lip flap fiddled with the shape of her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't spit out a single word.

After all, she couldn't support it, and the whole person lay on the ground like me.

"Now, would you like to hear my story?" she whispered in my ear, and leaned back to the corner for fear of frostbitten me.