In fact, she had only heard of it, because she was not yet born when Andy disappeared?
"Really?" Yin Sa still maintained his original movements, with only too much silence in his eyes. At this time, he seemed to be even quieter and disappeared. If his memory was correct, someone was clearly chasing him.
He, that's why he left, and in that year, at the age of three, he was captured by the people from Alcatraz Island. If he hadn't met FD and his master Arthur Wyrie later.
He will no longer appear in this world.
Moreover, he never expected that his identity would be the king of this country. It turns out that he still has a country, but he has no interest in it. He has enough money to spend and he lacks nothing. So, after hearing this
He didn't feel too much about the news.
Yin Sa, I have finished speaking. Winnie bit her lip. I wonder if he is satisfied with this? She looked at Yin Sa's expressionless face and still couldn't guess what he was thinking.
She said so much, but he never responded at all from the beginning, which made her always feel that she was redundant and her voice was also redundant.
"Well, I understand, thank you." Yin Sa stood up, he just looked at Winnie lightly, a special emotion flashed in his black eyes, but it was not easy for others to catch.
Winnie felt a sense of satisfaction because of that thank you.
"Then if you need anything, you can tell the maids outside, and they will do everything for you. Then, I will go out first." Winnie lifted her skirt, showing a well-educated look.
She walked out, but when she was at the door, she looked back again. What was she hoping for, what was she expecting, and that man was still facing her. All he gave him was his back, a figure she could not get close to.
She sighed and walked out.
The door closed again. Yin Sa looked back at the door, raising the corners of his lips sarcastically. He walked to the bed, opened the box, and took out the doll in the box.
My dear, have you heard that things in this world are really interesting.
His fingers gently touched the doll's face, and the apple-like face was filled with cold warmth. No matter how many times he touched it, this was a doll, but a doll without any vitality.
He closed his dark eyes and lay on the bed, still holding the doll in his arms and never taking it away.
As if in a dream, he looked coldly at the blond self, squatting in the corner, seeming to be writing something.
"Andy, what are you doing?" It was the voice he had remembered for decades. That voice should be his mother. When he looked back, he looked like he was when he was three years old, with blond hair, silver eyes, and fair skin.
She has an incomparable face and is even more beautiful than a girl.
Mom, "Hey, I'm writing my name so that Andy won't lose it," he said seriously. The background in the distance is the scenery that has never changed here. The palace is the real palace.
.
"How could you lose it, baby?" The woman picked him up. Their hair had the same color, and it seemed to be shining brightly in the sun.
He grabbed the woman's clothes with his hands and put his head on her shoulder. Then the screen flashed again. He looked up and stared at the tall man. The man was very tall and strong. He wanted him to lift his head.
When he saw him, his face was just like that woman's, only blurry, making it impossible for him to see anything clearly.
"Andy, what did you do wrong today?" The man's voice was deep, making him take a step back involuntarily. His hands were behind his back, and there were thin wounds on his back.
"I didn't do anything. He shook his head vigorously. He wanted to continue to retreat, but obviously the man did not give him this chance. The little man hugged him directly. His silver eyes were like the man's.
His eyes met, and he gently blinked his long eyelashes, and then he saw that the man's eyes were also pure silver.
He held his little hand, but the man's big hand held up his little hand. When the man saw the wound on the back of his hand, he frowned tightly.
"Does it hurt?" He rubbed his little head. There was no blame in his silver eyes, and he shook his head again, "It doesn't hurt. Andy saved a kitten, but the kitten was scared.
, that’s why Andy was scratched.” He lowered his head, as if he was always very honest in front of men.
"Haha, my son is so kind, he will be a good king in the future." He hugged him and sat down, admiring the little one in his arms, still rubbing his head with his hand.
(Well, is he a king like his father? Is he as tall and powerful as his father?" He raised his head, his silver eyes filled with innocence and innocence that were different from adults. He didn't know much, but
However, I see his father every day, he is a king, he is very majestic and powerful.
"Yes, like a father, because my Andy is a born king," he hugged the child tightly in his arms, but there was a blond woman standing at the door. He turned his head, and their eyes met.
together, then look at each other and smile.
Suddenly opening his black eyes, Yin Sa sat up and rubbed his forehead with his fingers. This was his memory before he was three years old. It had always been vague, but once he got here, some memories seemed to
It automatically found the gap and was filling his memory like running water.
He stood up, placed the doll in his arms beside the bed, and kept his hands in his pockets. He walked up, returned to the window, stretched out and opened the curtains that had been closed.
, the weather outside was completely dark, the wind kept blowing in from the window, even the wind here seemed to have the smell of sea water, his hair kept rising and falling, and his eyes began to
Silencing everything also seals everything.
But he didn't know that there was actually a person so close to him that he only needed to walk a few steps to meet him. However, they still probably missed him.
Because he doesn't know her existence, and she doesn't know either.
Obviously they were breathing the air of the same place, the air with the smell of sea water, but they could only miss each other, but they could not see each other.
Lotte hugged her knees and sat on the ground. Although she was used to such a cold night, she still felt very cold.
She took out another pair of scissors, lowered her head, and cut off her long hair again. It seemed that the cut was even more ugly. However, she didn't care now, as long as she didn't let that person