Chapter 89 Cathy moved forward her admired man

My whole body is full of blood through hitting the rocky stones and million of ashes that make my weight to be more heavy. The world is eventually giving potential learning to my recent experience. Might I come back the atmosphere again? But why the ground is filled with the tempest, even to shake my body sounded like thunderstorm. If ever, the world would be exploded, might I still call my star? It's been spending time to call her name recently. Nevertheless, I only heard the noise and crazy sound. Might these two thunders kill my wife? (His ears are full of thunder's sound. In fact, it's just the song of the star which gives an inspiration to the sexy star; to seek the handsome man who had lost the mesosphere.)
Yehey, my plan has eventually succeeded. I am thrilled to move forward with the shining star. But when world change its portrait. It's been two nights to hold it, and the king has recently gone. Would the gleaming star allure at me? (His two thunders are still sparking beside his shoulder plus the lightning keeps on quaking.)
I have turned around the two division of stars with full of gratification, though my internal heart is identical to the grief woman. It's usually to blame somebody who had broken my night. But whom should I do it? (the entire atmosphere is seemingly astounding to chew over at me, are they my co-stars?) "two objects are calling her beam," I energetically moved to the flat land. Is that my hubby?
It might be great to fly with the thunderstorm, but when I returned my feet into the star apple tree, every stars and thunders have ultimately all gone. Am I physically blind to live here? (She has gone forward to the the paradise where there are two king's light.) It's wonderful to reach the internal ground, however why the three lights are madly staring at me? Would I still continue to proceed there? (There are five lightnings which have forwarded under the star apple tree.) Might I proceed there silently?
Now on, I feel that the world has still cared on my physical appearance. With the mirror, my beauty is still appealing generally to the Lovely land. This tree does not have fruits, I don't know the reason why? (Due to his new adaptation to the environment. He is unintentionally slumbering at night.) On the other hand, I noticed out that my secret man is just flying below the star apple tree, "hey Cathy, we all missed you to dwell our hole, have you still remembered your ants, friends?" I still want to engage all of my friends here, but I might want to prioritize the man who has looked awesome to my nose. I finally come to the venue beside the dry roots which have called its hands to me. (She is sitting beneath the tree with full of optimism and confidence. Her eye come back to view the cool man again. What she could picture out that, the guy moves his right shoulder only.)
I successfully dwelled beside Anderson's root, might I let him know my presence right now? But I feel clumsy to display it. Every time, my portrait is apparently wonderful to view him, though I started to hate his beauty, might I still forget him? To do her choice is better, however can't deny the fact that his name is still knocking my heart, sometimes I consider it as fantastic literarily, however my genuine eyes could witness if it's right or not. On the other hand, (the ants are removing out their hole intentionally, their major purpose is to seeking the his image lets his portrait to show up.)
Her co-stars are contradicting to the current plan, but the gleaming star won't allow anyone to contradict," it's my first time to view the twin's thunder, possibly they know the current location to my honey," (her image has left to the group of stars.)
I wished to fly the above the mesosphere with my honey star. But it's an amazing to glance the gleaming star which show its near distance to me, is that genuine? But why am I excited to glance it? (His two tempest lights move forward to the wonderful terrace. This would be made by the cat, Anderson's friend.) I might not fall down into the group of sand.
(Anderson is daydreaming to the group of stars which have brought back his image into the sky. Hence, he did not stand up yet since the the instruction; to close eyes until it arrives into the destination. Meanwhile, the ants and Cathy are whooping together plus their energetic movement.)
"Let us wished that the guy won't open his eyes, so that we might be successful to carry him into the hole," the ants uttered on their mouth widely, and then their small heads are letting them to go forward though the rocky stones keep to block them.
"You're right ants," she considered herself as dull and idiotic. Look back, her brain did not create such plan unless her confidents are forming it into the veracity.
As they entered into the entrance hole," hey master, how could we put him under the hole?" the hole is not huge, indeed Cathy's leg can't be suited to reach up directly," is there another strategy to pull him there?" Cathy said. And the ants looked at themselves together, and then their heads are turning around until the sunrise has ceased to appear out.
I intentionally fall down into the rocky stone without the gleaming star," darling, come back at me, why have not you recognized me, right now? Am I ugly to view your face? It's just the darkness not my original face which showed up around us," (over rain pulled down the leaves, it gave noise to his ears) is this the final outcome of my sacrifice? the main thunder did not explicate the cause of, it's useless to take such adventure, since the result is apparently negative.
As for now, the ants entered firstly to the cavern excluding Cathy and Anderson," might we get back on them?" their eyes looked at the ceiling. In a second, they have seen the portrait at Cathy's contribution. Indeed, the words and action are penetrating into their minds directly.
The hole is conceptually tedious and noiseless, even if the ants are clapping their hands together with all. After an hour, man's mouth needs to fragrant the substance of the gleaming star." I raised up my second foot, where am I now? Why have not I see my wife? Am I celebrating my final death? But why the little lights have proceeded this dark room, (his breast is being attached to the triple ants, and then many of them have eaten his feet.)" voice shouted; my dear star please removed out this hole, I can't ultimately glance you there,"
10 meters is the distance where Cathy observes and sees the guy. Her ears are being covered by the smooth clothes plus the ants are entering to her ears," sigh and little noise made loud play around the ear," I not cozy to sense their internal presence. (She is jumping intentionally, and then the mouth requested Anderson to remove the stain into my ears.)
Will the good-looking guy hear her?