Lowering his eyes, Bo Jinghan took a deep look at the people lying on the ground.
She couldn't tell clearly what kind of mood she was feeling at this moment. She could only say that she was very confused, her heart was very confused, and her mind was very confused, but she stubbornly wanted to remember these people. No matter what
After all, this person's life was in her hands. Even though she knew that the further she went, the more such things might happen, she still resolutely remembered those faces. Those were the things she had to bear -
Looking at Bao Jinghan who suddenly lowered his eyes, as if to avoid him, Ivan's eyes flickered slightly, and the obscure eyes were flickering. He clenched his fists, and there seemed to still be the touch of warmth and softness in his palms, as well as her little brush.
Yes, the eyelashes, brushed gently, are the trembling ****.
To him, she may be a piece of pure land in his heart.
In his world, she was like a ghostly lotus, with clear lines of love and hatred, and even hatred so principled. Even though her hands were stained with blood and her clothes were stained with dark red traces, she was still independent and somewhere in his heart.
But it was him who, step by step, directly or indirectly, pushed her into the same world as himself.
Although ivan didn't understand what she just whispered silently, the way she looked at him just now made him feel panic. He was afraid that the secret that was about to be hidden would not be covered up for long, and he was afraid that she
Knowing the past of the matter, I ended the last connection between the two of them, and directly turned off the switch on the wall.
The lights went out.
The bright and messy hall fell into darkness again.
Bo Jinghan was startled, squinted his eyes, adjusted to the darkness, and looked up in the direction where the two of them were standing.
In the darkness, two slender and handsome figures stood on the left and right sides of the hall door, neither of them moving at all.
Looking at them, Bo Jinghan slowly stood up.
The three of them formed a triangular structure, facing each other and looking at each other, but no one spoke. If it weren't for the injuries on her body, and the dull pain, reminding her of the authenticity of all this, the silence at this moment would give her a sense of unreality.
illusion.
until--
"When I was six years old, the head of the family gave me my first mission. He told me that only one person could survive between me and that person. When the mission was over, I survived, but I didn't remember that person.
I know that if I remember it, I will definitely not be able to do anything in the future. So every time after that, I will treat him as him. I just think that death will be the same anyway. If I don’t remember it, maybe
It’s a good thing…”
terenct's casual tone, light, as if talking and laughing.
But Bo Jinghan understood clearly that Terenct was talking about his childhood and the first time he harvested human lives.
...Anyway, death is the same?
A few words of understatement summed up his definition of killing. But between the lines, there was an unspeakable desolation. It also allowed her to glimpse his growth through these words. He had been between killing and being killed since he was a child.
Along the way, how many lives have fallen into his hands? Those people, to him, are just tasks, just habits, and just life.
And this kind of life...
"You have one last chance now. You can choose to quit. I can help you get rid of the Bo family. But how long it can last depends on you."
The enchanting eyes stared at hers, Terenct smiled, and threw the last multiple-choice question to her.
