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"It seems that my decision is too sudden..." West took a deep breath, he looked down at Qing'an, "Actually, I also guessed that you have such a personality, you are too sensitive to trust others, so you will refuse Everything that shakes your life."

Qingan glanced at West in surprise, with mixed feelings in her heart. She always thought that she was doing well, that she was sunny and youthful and natural, and that all the experiences of her previous life had been deeply buried, but she was still in the subtleties by people who knew her well. Feel that sensitive and self-protective?

"You are too sensitive, and you worry too much." West looked at her, "Why don't you change your way of thinking, maybe...you will feel different."

Qing'an feels hesitant. In fact, her heart is sometimes extremely sensitive to emotions, but most of the time she is quite slow and belated.

Now she is really in a mess.

"I know Orientals are very reserved..." West smiled wryly, "but what about your French genes? It's rare for a French girl to be 16 and not in love..."

"This part of the gene is withered..." Qing'an was embarrassed, "You care too much about me."

West shook his head and sighed: "I think my future will be very hard."

Maybe.

Qing'an didn't reply him any more. West sent her back to the room. The two talked while walking. Although the atmosphere was a bit ambiguous, it wasn't awkward.

After Qing'an and West left, in the dark night, a straight figure emerged.

It was a man with an oriental silhouette, with an extremely handsome and resolute face, firm and bright eyes, and a tall and perfect figure.

Only the left arm has a protruding mark, which seems to have been bandaged.

Two weeks ago, the most serious military conflict in history broke out in Myanmar. The three major warlords in the country went to war at the same time, and the Lin family was one of them. Lin Yurui lost contact with the outside world for a while, until Xia Yuankang brought her mobile phone to Qing'an, and Qing'an reconnected on him.

"Are you OK?"

she asked him.

"It's okay, I can't die."

This is his answer. He is a soldier and a ruthless warlord. He doesn't care about the life and death of the enemy, and he doesn't necessarily care about his own life or death.

"Is it still possible for you to come to my graduation ceremony?" She asked cautiously, but because she didn't understand the situation on the battlefield, she had a little hope.

"I can't come." At that time, his left hand was hit by a stray bullet, and he could hardly lift it up. He had to sit in command and couldn't leave the battlefield.

Qing'an was silent.

To others, Rui is her friend.

For her, this person was very different, and he couldn't come, and there was no reason, which made her very disappointed.

But she liked the new phone very much, and it was the same model as the phone she had used for the longest time in her previous life, which gave her a strange feeling.

No one would have thought that the young master of the Lin family, who won a great victory in the Burmese civil war, would suddenly appear in Europe with injuries. According to the reports of most intelligence agencies, Lin Yurui should be dealing with prisoners of war and re-drawing forces scope.

In this civil war, Lin Yurui used his soldiers like a god, and he went through life and death with the soldiers. He even had several strong generals and strange people under his command, and became famous in one fell swoop—the Lin family swallowed up two-thirds of the territory of a big warlord in one go, and then Severely weakening the strength of another competitor, Rui's prestige in the army has surpassed that of his father, and he has become the most powerful leader. He is also known as the "iron-blooded warlord" by the outside world.

He watched Qing'an and West walk away in the night, without moving or speaking, only his eyes fluctuated slightly.

The night gave a man black eyes to look at his own light, but his light was lost in his youth.