Chapter 523 Farewell

"Acado! I can't accompany you for the rest of the day. Meadow lay in angrily: "You have to take good care of yourself."

"Mado! What are you talking about? I have to take care of you, do you understand? You have to take care of me! Otherwise, I will get sick, really!" Arcado grabbed Meadow's hand, afraid that he would leave him as soon as he let go of Meadow.

"Acardo, take good care of our children. They are the continuation of my life. Meadow seemed to be very difficult to breathe. She paused for a moment before continuing, "Acardo, I hope they have a carefree and happy life. You have to put all the happiness you have given me on them."

"I will! You have to live and stay with them. Children can't live without their mothers! Do you understand! Meadow! Come on!" Arcado's tears flowed down his cheeks, without the slightest appearance of an emperor.

"Tell my brother that I can't wait for him to come. No matter what happens in the future, you two should remember that I love you and don't let me down." Meadow's hand moved in the heart of Akado's hand, as if to grab Akado. Akado nodded and said nothing.

"I love you, Arcado..." Meadow closed her eyes, and the faint halo on her body dissipated. Arcado felt that his heart was cold and seemed to have the vitality and peace of the past.

Meadow, the first queen of the Holy Sword Empire, passed away. When she was only 27 years old, she closed her always warm eyes.

People's thoughts are sometimes too mysterious, accompanying like a shadow, silently coming and going freely in people's hearts, but in a blink of an eye, they are swallowed in deep loneliness.

These days, Acardo learned to drink alcohol and began to be obsessed with cigarettes. He did not go to host the morning meeting of the empire for several days, nor did he approve another official document. He drank and smoked in the corner every day.

Acardo clearly knew that he was not drunk, but only some of his nerves were paralyzed by alcohol. He took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket and looked at the semi-flattened cigarette case with a wry smile.

Obviously, I have smoked a lot of cigarettes these days. I am willing to be entangled in the diffuse smoke, making my extremely depressed mood still immersed in that circle of smoke. Perhaps only under the double paralysis of nicotine and alcohol can I suppress my crazy thoughts a little. Only in this way can he feel a trace of warmth in his memory, and he misses that warmth.

No one bothered him, because Imperial Marshal McVlon did not come out of his room, and both of them vented their yearning for their loved ones in the most self-abusive way. McVlon cried until his throat was hoarse outside the door of Meadow's house, because his sister had left for a day and a night when he rushed back to Romer.

Acardo has been sleeping in Meadow's bedroom these days, because the beautiful figure seems to be enough to stay here. But every time he looks over with joy, he always sees only a piece of empty air.

A magic lamp was lit in the huge room, and the light halo sprinkled faintly on his face, leaving bright or dark shadows. Arcado felt like a ghost and unsightly. Those once ambiguous and poetic lights, but without plum blossoms, they look desolate.

The bitter smile on the lips is particularly lonely in the light halo. He lit another cigarette, and his whole body was immersed in nothingness.

His addiction is getting stronger and stronger. In the past, he only occasionally smoked one when socializing, but never entered his lungs, but now he always takes a deep breath, allowing the heartbreaking lungs to turn around in the trachea, and then gently spit it out with burning thoughts.

Meduo's pajamas were neatly folded at the head of the bed, as if she still had her body fragrance. Every time he sees what Meadow left, Arcado's heart hurts like a needle. I want to turn my head away, but I can't give up the only warmth.

Meduo's affectionate dedication embraced him in love and spoiled him with shining eyes and gentle smile. When he learned the truth, felt Meadow's inferiority and loneliness, and began to miss her, he had missed the opportunity.

"Mado!" Arcado threw away the cigarette and shouted bitterly. But there are no more eyes of desire, and there is no soft answer.

Did Meadow really disappear from his life?

When can people forget the habit of integrating into life? Sitting there, I watched a familiar phantom disappear in front of my eyes, sad without a tear.

This used to be his warm harbor. Mei Duo always smiled and waited for him with that warm embrace. Whether he brought back the complaints of imperial government or another beautiful woman, Meadow always looked at him with a smile. It made him embarrassed, but full of joy.

Let your mind fly in the void. At this time, the world has no boundaries, but in the boundless, it turns out that it only shuttles back and forth in the warmth woven by Meduo.

Acardo shook his hand and swept everything on the coffee table onto the carpet. Anger and chagrin rushed into his thoughts without listening to the command of his brain.

I woke up several times at night, and every time I saw myself alone under the yellow light all over the room.

"Mado, come back!" I don't know whether the begging was talking to God or Meadow. It's for Mei Duo to whisper to the sky.

When I got up in the morning, Arcado's head still had some pain. But he didn't want to lock himself in the room, a person's room, which was too deserted.

It's too sad to have Meadow's home.

This is a habit. Akado is used to Meadow's tolerance, the lazy smile, the warm warmth, and the seemingly traceless care of Meadow.

ordered the attendants and maids who came to clean up, Meadow's room, except for the fragments on the ground, not to be cleaned. He wants to preserve Meadow's breath to the maximum extent. Because he is like a drug, nostalgic for that breath.

"Mado!" He buried his head in the white sheets. At this time, he would rather be an ostrich and bury it deep in the sand to forget those unforgettable lovesickness.

Sometimes people don't know how to cherish it until they lose it. Arcado found that what he cared about was still not good enough! Tessa is like this, and Meadow is like this.

Night, silent as the wind. Arcado couldn't sleep, as if he always faintly saw Mei Duo lying beside him with a smile. The soft body used to sleep with him at night. In his arms, Meadow is like the purest baby, soft and well-behaved.

When he stretched out his hand, he could only flop. Why do you always forget that Meadow is no longer around? He had forgotten how long it had been to run with laughter with Meadows like Rome Island at that time.

"Mado!" Arcado shouted softly, and a drop of cold fell from the corners of his eyes and bloomed on his arm.