Chapter 57: Fan Wai Tom
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Handsome to the Point of Death
- 远灵
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- 2021-02-27 06:03:13
I was destined to be an extraordinary person from birth.
It may seem strange to say this, but if you list the following, you will understand that I am not intentionally bragging.
My father was the Grand Duke of the Cartrisi Empire, and my mother was a distinguished royal princess, and as their only son, I was born a noble among the nobles, a proper privileged class.
From the moment I was born, I have demonstrated extraordinary talents, which are earlier and smarter than most children. No matter what they learn, they are all geniuses.
I perfectly inherited all the advantages of my parents. In addition to the amazing features, I also have a beautiful colored hair that is born, from small to large, regardless of men and women, only I hook hands, I was fascinated by me. , Countless loves at first sight.
Noble identity, extraordinary talents, handsome appearance ... as if all I wanted was everything, and gradually, I became more and more scattered, more and more careless, just because this world is in my eyes It's just an illusion paradise.
Yes, everything is too perfect, perfect to be unreal.
So when the young man named Drake appeared, I was happy.
He was a very strange person, lonely, silent, and his eyes seemed to have only those ancient and mysterious books forever. Even when I approached it deliberately, he didn't react much.
Undoubtedly, as a mystery fan, his particular interest me.
He and I became friends-although our identities are so different, and they are true, pure friends.
However, time can always make people change, until he suddenly brought a girl that day and told me that when he wanted to marry her, I couldn't ignore the momentary pain in my heart.
The girl named Kefeier thought that she was covering up well, but I could see the disgust and defense under her eyes.
It's ridiculous, does she understand my feelings for Drake earlier than myself?
It is undeniable that this girl is very beautiful, even beyond the imagination. If I did not meet Drake, I might start chasing heartily.
That night, while I was drinking silently, I thought a lot, and it seemed like I hadn't thought of anything. In short, the final memory was that I pushed open the door of their room and watched the two entangled people. , Ripped the clothes and rushed up.
This is probably the most absurd and stupid thing I have ever done in my life, but then, no matter how many times I think about it, I tell myself that I don't regret it.
At least that moment, despite the unconsciousness, I really entered his warm body.
The next morning, I couldn't imagine how Drake would look at me. In a panic, I crushed the teleporter and fled without much effort.
Maybe it's not escape, it's time to calm down.
Then I accidentally hit a cute half-elf child.
At that time I was smirking and I would not understand that this indifferent child would have any meaning for the rest of my life.
Nor would I know that the kindness that I thought to give, in the end, became my only salvation.
I don't want to remember what happened later. The secret expectation that I once caused by Drake's painful struggle became a joke. His pain was not because he realized my feelings for him, nor because he was wandering in friendship and love. Not awakening my love for me.
His thinking is simple.
But Mayfair left him.
He is in pain.
He is going to take me to make amends.
Even if there is no dignity, as long as Phil may forgive him, he is willing to do anything.
Five or six tall men kept Kefeier firmly behind him, staring at me fiercely, as if I was a deformed tumor in their eyes, and the vast malice almost wiped me out.
In the crying accusations of Kerfir, the primitive barbaric attack came.
I blinked hard, holding back the pain of the bone fracture, trying to disperse the blood in front of me, and looked at Drake to the side.
He sat there silently, avoiding my eyes.
I laughed, laughed, laughed, and shed tears.
What happened then?
Once the proud man of the sky fell into the quagmire, mocking, scorning, and finally abandoned by the family.
When my father took the hand of a little boy and watched me say "You are a monster", I fell into the ice cellar and suddenly understood a lot.
I knelt in front of my mother's grave for a day, then carrying a simple baggage, crutching, and started wandering around.
I didn't expect to meet him again.
The indifferent half-elf boy of that year has grown into a truly powerful and cold man, and a killer who does not blink.
I almost dared not look up, and did not dare to see the familiar mockery or scorn in those golden eyes.
However, no.
Those eyes, those beautiful eyes, are as simple as ten years ago, reflecting my wobbly face.
I was suddenly relieved.
I was taken back by him indiscriminately.
He may have reciprocated a little gratitude back then-although I don't feel how much I did, maybe just sympathy, no matter what, I thank him very much.
At least, I no longer need to humblely pray for a small piece of bread.
However, people always have bad roots. I am more and more greedy and unable to still be alone in the space. The loneliness I have accumulated over the past ten years has already penetrated into the bone marrow. I long for him to accompany him even if I just sit on one side Speak, just look at me.
Just look at me.
I know that this is very unreasonable. People eat and drink for you, and they bother to help you find medicine to treat the injury, but you are selfish and want to occupy the other party more time. Who are you?
I don't know who I am in his heart, I just know that in my heart he is the only one.
Later, even though my legs were good, although I returned to my former glorious appearance, and even though my Dantian was suddenly intact overnight, I would not forget the years with him.
The moment before I closed my eyes, I suddenly thought:
If only I could have met him earlier, how good it would have been without Drake and without Cuffel.