When Nelson once again rode the white horse and rushed over, Julius Reed only felt a headache.
Perhaps it was another illusion, or perhaps he had walked out of it.
He wasn't sure.
"Julius."
Nelson dismounted, jumped directly into Julius Reed's arms.
This scene couldn't be more familiar.
But the difference was, Nelson did not draw his sword, but simply buried himself in Julius's arms, crying passionately.
"It's okay now."
Julius Reed patted Nelson's head and said with a smile, "Everything is temporarily over."
"As long as you're okay." Nelson raised his head, eyes red, and said, "I already lost my master, I can't lose you too."
"But... Silvio just said he could resurrect your master, even though we don't know if it's true or not, I rejected him outright, not giving him any chance to negotiate." Julius said with a wry smile, "I have to be honest with you about this."
The trust between two people is the most priceless thing.
