The small meeting on the yacht was basically a scattering after Lehman said the summary words--everyone knew what was going to greet them next, so the next day was a rest time, and during this period, it was true that they were as relaxed as possible.

Seeing a group of people spreading around, Lehman felt a little funny. He felt that if he had a map in his hand that could display all the positions of his teammates, then there were 80% of the avatars of his teammates on the map, waiting for him to talk to them one by one to trigger the plot, and collect CGs and so on...

No matter how joking, Lehman also felt that he should really talk to someone. After all, these people will have long-term colleagues to cooperate with each other. It is impossible to explain it without increasing some understanding. But this is not playing a game - it is not about how many side tasks you do and how much you say, the progress of the main task is waiting there. Time is limited, who should we start from?

Lehman thought as he walked, and he came to the rear of the yacht by a stranger. When he came to his senses, he found that he seemed to have made a choice: at the railing at the stern, Shasha's blonde hair was floating in the sea breeze.

The beautiful beauty as beautiful as a flower, the flowing long hair, and the extremely cold-looking black combat armor made Shasha exude a strange charm--slightly with a gloomy expression on her face, staring at the scenery in the distance.

Although they have to go up to a higher level if they want to go to a thousand miles to see, the bottom floor of the yacht should not be the last place to the scenery, but at this time they are not far from the coastline, and everything is still clearly visible--the mountains behind Rona Apula continue to stretch, like a fortress in the shadows, the blue coastline winds in the bright sunshine, and the city's buildings are everywhere like stalagmites made of steel and soil. All of this is accompanied by the ups and downs of the blue waves, forming a good scenery.

But as mentioned before, Shasha Iskandal had a hint of gloom on his face, which contrasted with the bright scenery. This expression continued until Lehman walked over, quietly resting on her side, and then leaned forward on the railing.

The moment Lehman passed the railing, the expression on Shasha's face seemed to be separated from time and suddenly changed. It became a little panic? It looked like a little fox suddenly discovered danger, but the sudden panic disappeared invisible in the next moment. Shasha's face returned to its calmness? But it was less gloomy.

"The sea looks like the ocean in Iskandal? It's no different, right?" Lehman's arm was supported on the railing. He turned his head and looked at Shasha and said, "Do you miss a little homesick when you look at this same ocean?"

"It's some," Shasha nodded gently. "You said? Why are the sea still so similar even though they are not in the same universe?"

"For many specific creatures, the existence of the ocean is the basis for the birth of life." Lehman replied with some difficulty.

This answer brought Shasha a roll of her eyes. The former Iskandal princess was so beautiful. This roll of eyes made Lehman feel a little moved? Looking at the subtle expression on Lehman's face, Shasha felt a little helpless - this person was not a stone in front of her? But sometimes it made her helpless.

Gently brushing away the helplessness in my heart, Shaxia raised her hand? Her slender fingers pointed at the blue ocean:

"At this time, shouldn't we tell the lady? Are the oceans here and the oceans in their hometowns connected together?"

Lehman was silent? He wanted to say that this was impossible? But a voice in his heart told him that he should not say this now, but he didn't know how to answer, so he could only keep silent and stare at Shasha.

Shasha looked at the speechless Lehman for a while and suddenly smiled. After this short-lived smile on her face disappeared, Shasha moved her gaze back to the sea. She stared at the Pacific Ocean, which was just the same as the ocean on her hometown Iskandal, and spoke slowly:

"When I was a young girl, I had all the freedom, but I didn't know how to use it, because Iskandar had withered at that time, and there were only three races left, and everything was futile--my sister knew this, so my life with me never had any deliberate purpose; I had a long time, but I didn't know the preciousness of time..."

"My life has never had any purpose before an event. Life in the Iskandar Palace is like an insect chasing light being attracted by the moon in the sky, waving its wings but never reaching its destination..."

Lehman was speechless after hearing this. He could not imagine the despair when a race had only three people left, nor could he imagine the catastrophic blow that the entire race was swallowed up by the conspiracy of the demon. He wanted to comfort him, but found that he could not find the right words, and everything seemed too pale.

But just as he was trying to find the words, Shasha ended her brief silence and spoke again:

"But, this kind of life ended at a certain moment. Someone disturbed my stagnant pool of life like a cyclone whizzing across the ocean. Sometimes I think that if he didn't show up, I would probably find a chance, find a suicide mission, and end my life. Do you know who I am talking about, right?"

"I know."

Lehman spewed out a few short syllables. Of course he knew that Shasha was talking about himself. Looking at Shasha's pretty face, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. Perhaps just as Shasha described him as a cyclone on the ocean, he also saw the storm faintly approaching in the sky.

The storm was born in Shasha's eyes, which were rippling with some kind of ripples. Although Shasha's eyes were really smiling compared to the ocean, the storm that was raising it made the supreme body that was enough to sneer at the worst storm.

Lehman moved his right foot slightly to the side.

"The glass in my bedroom was broken, and he took me to soar in the night sky like a bird; my palace was broken, and he led me to break through the dark sky of death, my life was broken, and the lies of the God of Scheming were broken, but he did not take me away again." As he said that, Shasha raised his hand, gently touched Lehman's face, and rubbed it.

"Sorry." Lehman didn't know why he was apologizing for, but a nearly instinctive feeling made him apologize quickly.

Seeing Lehman apologizing in embarrassment, and with a confused expression, Shasha's face suddenly smiled. Her hand touched Lehman's cheek a few more times and shook her head:

"I don't blame you, there is nothing I can do about it. Moreover, I have also embarked on another path of life as I wish, and my hometown has reached redemption. There is really nothing to complain about. I just said it casually and don't have to be so serious."

Lehman's face suddenly collapsed, but just as he relaxed, Shasha spoke again:

"And, after leaving my original world, I also knew the thoughts that were as unclear as clouds and mist in my mind. When I was confused, I looked at the moon in the sky and wanted to chase after it like a fool. After my mind was clear, I knew what I should pursue."

"What is that?"

Lehman asked a question by a strange thing. The next moment, he found that Shasha's eyes had changed. If Shasha had a storm cyclone in her eyes before, the frenzy now disappeared, leaving only a calm like a pool of spring water. However, this peace like the storm lasted for a short time, and at the next moment it turned into a sharpness.

The feeling was as if the storm was really nurtured in Shasha's body. Now the emotional storm cyclone had gathered in her body, and now it had condensed into a terrifying tip in her eyes-a strong emotion almost emerged from Shasha's eyes, just as Lehman's heart trembled for a moment because of this strong emotion.

As if he could sense Lehman's hesitation, Shasha's hand that was originally stroking Lehman's cheek slid downwards, grabbed Lehman's collar and pulled Lehman forward!

The eyes containing intense emotions suddenly expanded rapidly in Lehman's vision. When he stopped, the eyes had already flooded his entire vision and the entire world.

“Sha……”

Lehman couldn't finish the name because Shasha blocked his mouth. After a long time, the two separated. Shasha lowered her head, and a trembling voice came to Lehman's ears:

"There is an old saying in Iskandar, it is about women. Today I will give you this sentence--There are two things that are indispensable in Iskandar women, love and air. If we lose air, we will suffocate. If we lose love, we will forget our breath. Don't let me forget our breath, okay?"

"I... have a partner..." Lehman said after a long silence.

"I know, but...but...ah..."

Shasha suddenly raised her head, and in her eyes, the flood was flooding.

Lehman's heart trembled and slowly spread his arms. Shasha was stunned for a moment, then threw herself into Lehman's arms and burst into tears.

After a long time, when the sun began to tilt, Shasha let go of Lehman and wiped the tears from her face. Shasha blocked Lehman's mouth before Lehman spoke, and after parting, she slowly said to Lehman:

"Don't say anything, I know everything. After I go back, I won't be like this. Then wait until the conditions allow, and then give me an answer. Now, let me stay in this place between hope and despair, okay?"

The place between hope and despair....

Lehman nodded, and Shasha immediately hugged her again. When the flesh was being held together, Lehman's ears were filled with another sentence:

"Let me hold it for a while until the moonlight rises, and I, a stupid bug, go after the moonlight..."
Chapter completed!