But because the material was harder than ordinary metal, that wooden sword had never broken.
If Bea hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have known it was from this kind of tree.
Beatrice sighed and said:
"It's said that if no one cuts it down, the Bitpala can live for ten thousand years."
"In the North, Bitpala has another meaning."
"Bitpala can live for ten thousand years, just like my love for you."
Beatrice gently stroked the trunk and added:
"In the North, if a couple marries and loves each other until death, their children will plant this kind of tree over their grave."
"It's to pray that their parents, after leaving this world, can still embrace each other in the afterlife."
Louis nodded.
The two walked deeper into the forest and quickly arrived at the clearing.
They saw a chair in the heart-shaped clearing.
"It seems we aren't the only unexpected visitors here."
Louis looked at Beatrice and said:
