There is something wrong with my infinite flow teammates!

Let’s take the simplest example. Do you remember the line that became so popular?

'Rise, my warrior; fight for you, my lady!'

If you have played this game, you must remember the "Dog Couple" BOSS in the Scarlet Monastery Cathedral area. Although the two NPCs who become players' experience every day are well-known, few people know the love story behind this pair of BOSS.

The night elves, the Dark Coast "Unwavering Commitment" mission is to wait for a thousand years of loneliness. Aggra never left Thrall, and in the Sunwell dungeon, Anveena and Kalecgos also staged a life-and-death separation.

There are also examples around us, such as Illidan's obsession with Tyrande for 10,000 years, and King Varian never remarried after the accidental death of his queen until he died in battle on the Broken Shore.

The love values ​​of all heroes worth their salt are loyal and unwavering, which is also the belief of this world.

Even in the game, the official has played a joke. After killing an enemy player, while the opponent has not yet released the soul, type "/hug" on her corpse and an achievement "Love, Not Warcraft" will pop up.

Well, cross-camp love.

The person you killed and you don't release his soul is probably trying to remember your ID and ask others for revenge, but in the eyes of the authorities, it means you are being unwilling to let go.

You hugged the corpse for a while, and the soul was finally released. It's not like the other party died in peace... It's most likely that the other party was furious when he saw you bounce back, and wanted to quickly run away from the corpse and revive to fight you. He had to fight even if he couldn't beat you. He has lost his mind!

But then again, this is just the belief of 'mortals' in love. For example...Ysera and Alexstrasza were both married to Deathwing. Of course, it was forced by the black dragon, which is the kind of hey*skinny plot you think it will be.

After the two sisters escaped from Deathwing's control, their male mates could be described as a "mate group". In short, they changed one every day, and there might not be a repeated one in a month.

This is also why Ysera and Nozdormu are not surprised by the so-called "harmony", and although the other leaders expressed some surprise, their understanding eyes can also be seen from the subsequent conversations.

Although I don’t know the details, I can imagine how many twists and turns this complicated relationship has gone through.

Afterwards, Kitahara Sora and King Wa talked about the follow-up details for more than an hour. It was now around four o'clock in the afternoon. Kitahara Sora and Hui were staying in Stormwind Fortress tonight, and it was still early, so the two left the castle and strolled on the street.

Today's evening will not be as smokey as usual, because people will go to the festival square to eat and drink when they are hungry. Even the stingy will spend a silver coin or two to enjoy themselves during this annual celebration.

Kitahara Sora glanced at the girl who was following him with her head down and remaining silent, and suddenly felt a sense of regret in his heart.

After she heard her plan, she didn't say a word. Even when Magni took the initiative to talk to her, she just smiled and shook her head or nodded in response.

At first, Hui did show shyness, happiness and helplessness, but later her emotions became abnormal.

Yes, it was too fast, so fast that Hui felt a little disappointed. It shouldn't be like this. Even if the parents have agreed, they should have proposed solemnly first.

She didn't mind being with the senior because his action was telling her that in his heart there was no first come first served and everyone was equal.

Although I was very happy, I felt strange skipping the previous steps and going straight to the last step. Even she, the person involved, was kept in the dark. Because of love, she cared a lot.

Because a girl only has a few happiest moments in her life, right?

Because she was also an ordinary girl at heart. She had read girls' comics and fantasized about her future... She had fantasized about it before, she had fantasized about it after being chosen, and after her relationship with the senior schoolmate took a step further that day, she even suffered from insomnia for several nights in a row because of it.

But until now, there is no such step. Does this idiot not care about these details?

The girl's mind was in a mess at this time, and she began to worry about losing something.

Unconsciously, she didn't even notice that the noise around her gradually became quieter, and it was a clear voice that pulled her back to reality from her fantasies.

"Sir, would you like to buy a bouquet of flowers?"

A little brown-haired girl with pigtails stopped in front of Kitahara Sora. She looked about eleven or twelve years old and was wearing a very simple linen dress with several patches on it.

The little girl was carrying a basket in her left hand, with about a dozen bouquets of flowers in it, but it was the Wine Festival and roses were not selling well.

"flower?"

Kitahara Sora turned his head to look at Hui who was bowing her head beside him, and then stared at the flowers held up by the little girl, wondering, "Why are they yellow roses?"

"Because the meaning of yellow roses is to commemorate lost love, praise true friendship, and apologize for mistakes and reconcile love."

The little girl blinked her light blue eyes and said seriously, "The lady in the beautiful dress looks very disappointed. I wonder if you want to apologize but don't know how to start?"

"Eh?"

Before Kitahara Sora could speak, Hui suddenly raised her head and stared at the little girl with wide eyes, "I'm not angry, there is no lost love, and we don't need to get back together."

"Not angry, but looks frustrated."

The girl said in a serious tone, "I noticed you two from the Festival Square. You haven't spoken for ten minutes."

"..."

Hui was stunned, glanced at Kitahara Sora beside her, and lowered her head slightly.

"So you've been with us for ten minutes?" Kitahara Sora asked with a smile.

"It's not important, sir." The girl's face turned serious and she said seriously, "It's not gentlemanly to make a lady sad. You only need to spend a copper coin to make this lady smile again."

Hui couldn't help himself at the little adult's attitude and the pretentious mature tone.

At this moment, Hui's awkward feeling was swept away by her, and she couldn't help but smile and said, "I'm not angry, nor am I disappointed, so I don't need flowers to comfort me."

"Oh, did I see it wrong?"

The girl who bought the flowers made a cute puzzled sound, then sighed in distress, put away the yellow roses and prepared to leave. I followed them all the way and only approached them after confirming that they were a couple, but this deal fell through again.

But as soon as she turned around, Kitahara Sora's voice rang out, "Wait, little girl."

"Clap."

With a slight sound, a golden coin appeared in the little girl's basket. She stared at the gold coin in disbelief and wiped her eyes with her hand.

Then, he looked around like a guilty thief, and then he carefully reached out and held it in his palm...

After feeling the touch for a long time, the little girl finally remembered the couple. But when she looked over, they had disappeared without a trace.

"A generous gentleman is always forgiven."

The little girl looked at the wishing fountain in the middle of the road, took out a yellow rose from the basket, thought about it, and then changed it to a red rose... She walked to the fountain and threw the red rose into the fountain.

……

“Is every girl selling flowers miserable?”

Hui turned her head and looked at the little girl in the distance who was making a wish devoutly with her hands clasped together by the fountain, and asked softly.

"Although in story novels, flower girls are often portrayed as miserable by the authors, the one just now was not."

Kitahara Sora shook his head and smiled, "Although her skirt has many patches and is old, it was damaged by washing too hard. A little girl of this age doesn't have the strength to damage clothes, so it must have been washed by her mother."

"She has a rosy complexion and is not malnourished. The flowers in her basket are plump and bright...so I guess those flowers were not collected from the wild. Her family should run a flower shop. It's just that business has been bad recently, so she carries the basket and sells them in the city."

"Eh?"

Hui asked in confusion, "Are you observing so carefully?"

"You're just absent-minded, aren't you usually more meticulous?" Kitahara Sora smiled helplessly.

"Well……"

The girl thought for a moment and then asked, "Why don't you buy me a bouquet of flowers?"

"Didn't you say you didn't need it?"

"When a girl says no, it means yes."

"Is that so?" Beiyuan Kong pretended to be surprised, "Then I'll chase her and ask her for one?"

"Yeah, that's it. It's not necessary now, so did I make you angry again?"

"Why?"

"Because the flower that belonged to us was thrown into the wishing well by her."

"Wouldn't it be nice to have a nice blessing for us?"

There was a hint of smile in the girl's eyes, but she asked another question, "Since you know her family is not in financial difficulty, why give her a gold coin? This is the reward for her hard work for the whole morning!"

"Because although her original intention was to sell flowers, she was also thinking about us. Even if she misunderstood, there was always some sincerity in her heart."

Kitahara Sora took Kei's hand again, "One gold coin may seem like a lot, but it also seems cheap as a bargaining chip to make my favorite girl feel better."

"That's it."

The girl's eyes curved. "Although I am happy to hear someone say that I am his favorite girl, this does not make me forgive him, because no matter how I explain it, the fact is that a certain idiot did not buy me flowers."

"Of course I won't buy them for you. How can those flowers be worthy of you?"

Beiyuankong's face turned serious, and he said righteously: "Those flowers will wither if they can't be sold. I won't take them even if they are given to me for free, because you deserve better! So I will give you what I think is the best."

When Hui heard such explicit sweet talk for the first time, she was slightly startled. Her face was slightly red, and she felt very happy and shy at the same time.

The shy girl, who didn't know how to respond, gently bumped her head against Kitahara Sora's shoulder and whispered, "Idiot."

Her shy side also made Kitahara Sora a little overwhelmed. She is so cute!

Sure enough, this girl is still too young. If it was Yukino, she would definitely use a tone of command and enjoyment to cover up her shyness, and respond with a smile, "Well, keep talking, I love to hear it."

"Yes!" Beiyuan Kong nodded seriously, "Only the most beautiful flower in the world is worthy of you."

"Then...what kind of flower is the most beautiful in the world?" The girl raised her head and stared at the stupid senior with her shy eyes.

"At least I planted it myself!"

"You planted it yourself?" Hui was slightly stunned, and chuckled: "Stupid senior is really shameless, I didn't remember you had gardening skills."

"Is that shameless? That's my most sincere love! Even if you can't do it now, won't you learn it later?"

Bei Yuankong's eyes were stern, and he said majestically: "I will plant a garden for you in the future, and every seed I sow is my most passionate love. I will bury them in the soil, water them every day, and take good care of them! Then, you will accompany me to witness them break through the soil and finally bloom with bright colors!"

Eh?

Is this true? He has thought of so much in just a short time? This must be a temporary solution... But hearing his solemn promise still...

"Well……"

The blushing girl uttered cute hums to hide her shyness. She couldn't help but start to imagine. Her watery eyes were filled with longing for the future. That beautiful vision seemed to be just around the corner.

They had a big house with a bright flowerbed outside. The sun shone down from the sky, and the whole world was dazzling and gorgeous... Now, perhaps her bright pupils were already full of flowers in full bloom?

Is this what it feels like to be in love? It's countless times more powerful than a sour secret love! No wonder the senior sister held it tightly in her hand. It turns out that it feels so happy when the person you like expresses his love to you... It feels like my heart is about to jump out!

"These words to please girls were found on the Internet again!" Hui raised her head and asked expressionlessly.

"Don't you know my past? When have I ever deliberately looked for these things before?"

Beiyuan Kong tightened the girl's hand and said in feigned anger: "You can blame me for not doing well enough sometimes, but you can't doubt my feelings for you!"

Hui thought about it, and finally couldn't help laughing and said: "Well, I forgive you."

There were a constant stream of pedestrians on both sides of the road, and the two of them passed by countless people, but no one noticed that they were whispering to each other along the way.

Just when the girl was about to say something, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a deep bell. She suddenly looked up and found that she had walked from the Festival Square to the Cathedral of Holy Light without knowing when.

This place is completely different from the scaled-down version of the map in the game, but it is very similar to the scale in reality. The pure white spires of the church complex are magnificent and majestic, and at the same time, they give people a sense of inviolability and sacredness.

The main entrance of the church is a square with a spectacular fountain in the center, which is very similar to Notre Dame de Paris. There are not only flocks of white pigeons, but also many marble seats on both sides of the road for people to rest.

The church is open all day, and believers pray devoutly on the long kneeling stone every day.

However, this row of magnificent buildings is not just a church. Due to the long-term war, countless fathers died on the battlefield, which also led to an increasing number of orphans in Stormwind. So this is also an orphanage.

Today, there was another small event. A bard holding a harp was standing on the stone steps, surrounded by a group of innocent orphans. The pastor who was looking after them was sitting on a nearby stone chair with a smile.

When Kitahara Sora and Hui heard the tone of him teasing a child, they looked at each other in tacit understanding and slowly moved closer.

As they got closer, the poet's voice became clearer, and the pastor lady who was the first to notice the two of them was slightly startled, then smiled and nodded in greeting.

"Hey, tell the kind Peter. What kind of story would you like to hear before enjoying a delicious dinner?" The poet named Peter plucked the strings of his guitar and asked the children.

Suddenly, there was an uproar among the children, and they all raised their hands. Peter looked at a little boy with a mysterious look and said, "Peder, it's you!"

Hearing that he was chosen, the little boy excitedly said: "The story of the Lion of Azeroth!"

But before he finished speaking, another voice rang out. A little girl in a pink skirt spoke first: "The legend of Lord Lothar has been told countless times! Last week, and the week before last!"

"Everly, Peter chose me, I want to hear more!" Little Pedder raised the wooden sword in his hand and said proudly, "I want to be a hero like Lord Lothar in the future!"

"You can't just think about yourself!" The little girl raised her eyebrows, "You can't waste the weekly story time!"

"No, it's not a waste!" The little boy retorted plausibly: "Azeroth needs heroes. We must grow up listening to stories about heroes. You don't deserve to be a hero..."

"But Lord Lotha wouldn't be as selfish as you, Pedder."

Little Evely's eyes suddenly turned around and she smiled, "Of course I'm not a hero, but I am the people that heroes need to protect. And you want to be a hero, but you go against the people for your own sake! Lord Lothar will be ashamed of you."

"Hey?"

The seven or eight-year-old boy was obviously no match for the ten-year-old girl. After hearing that Lord Lothar would be humiliated because of him, he was stunned and lowered his head in disappointment. "Okay, only this time. Damn Evely!"

Hearing this, another clear and moving piano sound came, and Peter said with a smile: "So, what story do you want to hear, my lovely little Evely?"

"Love, hero..."