Chapter 677: Republic of China Marshal (41)

[15th story]
[Feng Ting· Fan Wai]
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—※ After the end of the tenth plane ※—
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The young man slightly supported the white chin, coveted quietly in the air, the dawn is the god's consistent lightness, as if nothing will be in the heart.
The space is distorted and the figure of the girl gradually appears.
The phoenix tilted slightly and looked unchanged. A pair of beautiful scorpions stopped at the girl.
"Can the soul of an adult wake up temporarily?"
She seems to just ask casually.
The system did not answer.
The teenager looked at her silently and saw that the girl seemed to be stunned and then raised her eyebrows:
"Can wake up, but didn't want to come back?"
The juvenile eyelashes hidden in the air trembled, silently bowed and looked quiet.
How to explain it.
He was quiet for a long time before he licked his lips.
The figure of the girl disappeared into the space again, and the teenager held the forehead with one hand.
In the slight tension and embarrassment of the system, his voice still can't hear emotions:
"It seems to be angry."
It’s angry.
The system did not respond, but the phoenix was very clear.
She is raised by himself. He knows that the little girl almost never reveals her emotions. She is wronged and does not say grievances. She is tired and not tired.
Always clever and obedient, if suddenly silent and quiet like just, it means she is sad, or sad, or angry.
Angry……
The young man was slightly coveted, and there was a slight faintness between the quiet look. He closed a pair of beautiful scorpions, but his voice was almost murmur:
"……How to do it."
a long time.
He opened his eyes and walked slowly.
The space around the main slowly dissipated, and the scene in front of the scene began to clear.
This is a familiar little plane.
He is standing in front of a villa.
After a moment of silence, the slender young man gently pushed the door in and raised his throat to look inside.
There is no one in the big living room.
He licked his lips, went upstairs along the escalator, and walked through the corridors that were not too familiar.
He doesn't come back often, so looking at the layout here is vaguely unfamiliar.
In this house, there are not many traces of activity, and the kitchen only uses a small part.
The used bowls have been washed and placed neatly in the cupboard, clean with tiny drops of water.
The garbage left over from the meal was also packed, and the garbage bag was placed on the corner, waiting for the next day to go out and throw away.
The room only lived one, at the end of the corridor.
But it was sorted out two.
The other room was clean and tidy, and no one lived, just empty.
The teenager stood outside the empty room and stopped for a while before moving to the end of the corridor.
He stopped at the door of the room and stood quietly for a few seconds.
Then gently push the door open.
The room is large, the lights are on, and there is no off. There was no one in the living room, and I turned to the living room to see the little the big bed.
She frowned and fell asleep.
The clothes in the closet are neatly arranged, and the homework is placed on the corner of the table, and the pen is placed on it.
Close your eyes, as if you can imagine how she came back alone, a person silently preparing meals, washing dishes, packing up garbage, returning to the room to write homework, then quietly putting homework, taking a shower, climbing the bed cover Get on the quilt and sleep with your eyes closed.
This process may always be quiet.
The teenager stood quietly in front of the bed, and his eyes stopped on the girl who frowned.
He leaned over.
The thin, blushing lips, the petals are usually gently dropped and printed on the girl's white forehead.
"Don't hate me."
He whispered.
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"I beg you."