"Please sit down" He pointed to him at the position next to him, and when he saw him, he was not as angry as he was at first. In fact, what his sister said was right. He had no fault at all, and he shouldn't blame him.
Put all the blame on him, be fair, after all, their family first attacked him, so they have no complete reason
The cold boy walked up to him and sat down
"Turn, I'm so sorry about your sister." He lowered his head, his dark pupils flashed with a very deep pain, and even his calmness was more than usual.
"Forget it, you can't blame you all for that matter. Guoguang, don't take it seriously." Sayatou shook his head and reached out to rub his eyebrows, showing a little tiredness. Now he is really
I don't know how to face him. Although I'm not angry about him, I can't completely let go of him. After all, he is not that generous yet
Tezuka didn't expect him to answer like this. With his understanding of him, his sister's pride has reached the point where he is not good or bad. Now, he forgives him, but he said he really would rather he be able to scold him.
He was forgiven so simply, and he was a little embarrassed to treat him
Doing something wrong means being something wrong, it is because he is too arbitrary, it is because he is preconceived, it is because he is not a matter of matters, he has never been like this, but except for her, it seems that he really has too fewer
fair
And he felt too much guilt towards her, so much, I don't know if it's possible to pay it back
"That's what about her?" Tezuka looked at the stairs. He hadn't seen her appear since he came. At this time, shouldn't she be at home?
"My sister?" Saya poured out a cup of tea and handed it to Tezuka first, and then poured himself a cup. This is the authentic black tea. My father brought it back from abroad. It was very delicious.
"She went to Jibu's house for tutoring. Because she was about to take the exam, she was a little busy lately."
Tezuka stirred the black tea in the cup with a spoon, and a few rays of light luster slowly began to flow in his hands. As the spoon stirred, some scattered light slowly appeared, and the palm of the palm was a little warm.
The spoon touched the wall of the arms, and with a squeak, I noticed the crisp sound. At this moment, the two of them were speechless, and the atmosphere was slightly silent.
"Tezuka, Kiyoki's affairs, I hope you don't care about it anymore." Sayato put the cup on the table and then looked at him. He didn't blame him, but he didn't forgive the person.
"Is this really going to happen?" Tezuka just replied with a slight silence.
"Yeah," Sayatou nodded, "You should know that even if I let her go, Jibu will not. You know better than me that he is a person who will be revenge."
"So, Qingmu, don't worry about it anymore, you can't care about it either."
Tezuka lowered his head and looked at the black tea in his hand. The lenses were covered with a light and light brown. He put his fingertips on the edge of the cup to feel the temperature inside.
"I understand." He put down his cup, and the Wen Du in his hand disappeared. Occasionally, he rose a little lost outside. The breeze passed by, lifting up the blackout curtains made of velvet. Outside, it was all dark, but they had already begun to calm down.
Each other's time
And he also knew that indeed, he couldn't help anything?