❤️Tarim and Orlulu: From Spoiled Cubs to Dedicated Knights💕💕

Sunlight filtered through the lush apple tree branches, scattering fine golden specks. That was the beginning of a fairy tale, when Tarim and Orlulu were just two fluffy little ones. Tarim then wore a slightly oversized blue kimono, his horns just beginning to sprout; Orlulu sported tender antlers and a white t-shirt, his eyes clear and curious. They always followed me around, whining endearingly in soft voices, like a warm spring breeze brushing against my heart. Time is a gentle magic. In the blink of an eye, those small figures have grown into towering trees, now taller than I am. In that tranquil magic forest, they stand quietly beside me, their broad shoulders casting a reassuring shadow. Though their appearance has become imposing and grand, their gaze towards me remains as tender as when we first met. They are like two loyal knights, guarding me on either side, shielding me from the storms of the real world. As long as they are by my side, I feel incredibly at ease. However, sometimes on afternoons when a gentle breeze rustles through the forest, I gaze at their tall backs and a soft, bittersweet nostalgia washes over me. I can't help but miss their childhood appearances, the days they'd tug at my clothes asking for hugs, the way they'd toddle after me under the apple trees, playfully demanding attention. No matter how time flows, no matter how strong they become, the bond between us will never change. That orchard where we first met still blooms in the depths of my memory, forever home to our purest, warmest fairy tale.