Irish admitted that she was selfish. At this time, knowing how tired he was, she was very happy to see him because she couldn't bear such a big storm alone. She thought that as long as she could endure it, she just needed to wait quietly for the news to pass.
But she could not remain calm.
After hearing her words, Joseph was more suffocated and whispered, "Now, don't think about anything."
Irish looked at him and nodded.
"If you're tired, you can sleep a little longer." He uttered gently.
Irish hugged him again, shook her head gently, and sighed, "You've come back, and I won't sleep anymore."
"Fool." Joseph also hugged her.
Joseph's return gave her more support. Although she usually walked alone, she experienced all sorts of things, and her proud wings began to degenerate after she met Joseph. It was not until she cast away all the eyes that she found she could not fly.
