Perhaps it was Tian Yuan's misunderstanding, but it seemed that Shang Rong had changed a lot since returning to Italy.
There is no longer so much sharpness in him, maybe because he has put it away, or maybe, in his territory, he will naturally choose to relax, instead of Mr. Shang, who is in a straight suit and has to face the outside world at any time.
Mr. Shang.
At this moment, listening to Shang Rong talking about things from his childhood, his voice, accompanied by the sound of the waves crashing and the sea water rolling, seemed so calm, and his shadow stretched very long behind him.
If Tian Yuan met Shang Rong for the first time in a scene like this today, it would be hard for her to believe that such a seemingly comfortable man could be the leader of the largest gang in Italy.
I can't believe that such a person has the blood of countless people on his hands.
Tian Yuan admitted in her heart that Shang Rong like this was fatally attractive to any woman, and could easily make a woman's heart skip a beat for him at this moment without even realizing it.
But it is precisely because of this that Tian Yuan does not understand why such a man, whom she can't fault, would fall in love with her and persist for twelve years.
The most similar thing between Shang Rong and her is perhaps his persistence in something and his control over things**.
He has liked her for twelve years, and similarly, her growth for twelve years has been under his control.
But because of the fate of her previous life, she desperately wanted to control everything and her destiny in her own hands.
"Tian Yuan." Shang Rong suddenly called her name. This was a rare occurrence among the many names he called her. Once this happened, it meant that what he was going to say next was said with all his heart.
He wanted her to hear the words and remember them in her heart.
The thin soft sand of the beach left the footprints of the two of them behind. Four footprints, two large and two small, were neatly juxtaposed.
"As long as I can remember, I can't remember anything about my mother. It can be said that I have never met my mother. My childhood was on this beach, but it was not about playing and playing. All the toys I had when I was a child were
They are murder weapons, daggers, blades, all kinds of guns, grenades, bombs, etc. After I became sensible, all my time was arranged to understand these murder weapons and how to steal people silently and quickly and conveniently.
Life, and my father, in my memory, never smiled at me once, and no one around me seemed to smile like this. Before I met Rong Yi and the others, I didn’t even know how to make a smile."
Without the expression of laughter? What kind of living environment is that? Tian Yuan cannot imagine a world without laughter, probably a world with only black and white colors.
If Shang Rong hadn't said it himself, Tian Yuan wouldn't have believed that there would be people who didn't know how to laugh. Is such a childhood still childhood with only murder weapons?
"People say that my father is the devil of Italy, and I am the future Satan of Italy. When I appear in front of others, the expression on everyone's face will instantly freeze. When they see me, no one will laugh, and more people will laugh.
They screamed and ran away, because they knew that I was the future heir of Shangmen and a cold-blooded and ruthless king."
"Shang Rong, you don't have to talk about these bad memories." Tian Yuan looked slightly moved. Whose life can be said to be smooth until now? Hers, isn't it the same for Shang Rong?
"I'm not saying this to ask for your sympathy, so put away your pity and sympathy." Shang Rong frowned slightly, and his voice was as cold as the moonlight in Italy last night, "I hate seeing this kind of thing on other people's faces.
My expression is as if I am a devil who deserves to be treated like this, and you are like an angel with flapping white wings."