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Cyril stood on the balcony on the top floor of the castle, quietly overlooking his manor.

The white castle stands on the top of the mountain, and various flowers and evergreen shrubs are blooming all over the courtyard. Large tracts of green grass spread to the lake like the colors on the scroll. The deep blue and quiet lake is as quiet as a gem. And beautiful, near his vineyards and wineries.The distant mountains like splashed ink are looming over Bo Lan, which is as beautiful as a fairyland in fairy tales.

Cy... Cyril.Yes, his name is Cyril now.

Coming into this world with the bell of a new year, these three years are like a lucid dream.Fortunately, he has a brand new life, so he doesn't have to be on the brink of death anytime and panic that one day his blood will freeze. Unfortunately, he came to this world with him, and all the memories of Cyril from the future—— Thanks to it, he struggled for a week in the intensive care unit before he was out of danger, and then it took a full year to recover the health that ordinary people should have.

He's in Cyril's 19th year now.Young and frivolous, sentimental.Inherited a property that is huge enough to be squandered for several lifetimes, owns at least two legal titles of nobility, and even a small hereditary territory, with snow-covered hills, lakes and ancient castles all year round, and handicrafts that are worthless but have a long history Workshop... How could such a lucky guy who can be said to be favored by the heavens end up in such a miserable situation?

Cyril stared at his hands, the skin was white and tender like a girl's lips. Three years ago, his hands were naive, stupid and ignorant of the world, but it took him three years to refresh them into a synonym for reason, coldness and ups and downs.

Long black hair, but this time he no longer has half of the blood of that ancient eastern country. This carbon black color is from the noble blood of the Mediterranean coast. His blue eyes are purer than the color of the sky and more pure than the color of the ice field. The color system is lighter.The indifferent and handsome face, with heredity and the paleness that has not seen the sun for many years, even if she restrained all her aura and stood in the corner, she still couldn't conceal the terrifying aura of standing at the top of certain fields.

He is Cyril.But it is no longer the original 19-year-old Cyril.

When I was forced to lie on a hospital bed at that time, I had to review the original tragic life countless times.

At the age of 19, I met the love of my life, but unfortunately it was unrequited love.The lover married a widower according to the marriage contract, and also gave a stepdaughter as a gift.After four years of bitter love, I found that my sweetheart died of illness, and two years later, my sweetheart's husband also died, because the stepdaughter was the only existing person related to her. Seeing that young lady was helpless, so Baba rushed to her family incognito. One of her supervisors used various means to help her keep the family business... who knows that love will develop over time.

And that orphan girl was very lucky, attracting the attention of one after another who could be called the pride of heaven, and they rushed to get her.Painful entanglement, struggling to the death, deep sadomasochistic love, 18N's label came again in turn, and finally turned NP to single P and he was still HE - and as one of the hard-working admirers whose mother failed to fall in love with her daughter, he has bad personality and ability Deficient, except for a face and loli nurturing, there is no cuteness at all. After experiencing a tragic bitter love, he lost his family business, lost his identity, lost all the pride he relied on, and finally was decisively cannon fodder .

Fuck!Where is this life? !It's clearly a bloody romance drama!dog!Blood!Word!Affection!drama! !And he played the role of one of the standard cannon fodder male supporting roles, bastard!

Cyril had been in a mess for two months before reluctantly accepting the fact that she had traveled to such a human tragedy.After waking up, he quickly summoned the family's various stewards to liquidate and reorganize the property. Although the original version lacked some political and economic sensitivity and ability means, after all, he had been in the top area for many years, and he had seen and heard a lot. He borrowed those memories He quickly sorted out enough information, and then began to radiate to increase the industrial field and expand the source of assets. He will not be so stupid as to let it go for nothing.There is never too much money, and with a substantial net worth, no matter what happens, there is always confidence.

At the age of 15, Cyril was already alone.He lost both his mother and father in a plane crash when he was ten years old.Inherited his father's title.Five years later, my grandfather also passed away, and another title fell to him.Moreover, he got a memory from the future, a soul from another world would help the original version through a tragic life, and the price he paid was - only one year of restoration time.

His father was in politics, with a good character and a brilliant resume. All that was left to him were invisible connections and favors. There were still people from his father's family, but for some reason, they were very alienated from each other.The mother's immediate family is so thin that there is only one him left, but almost all of them are real. As a big family that has controlled more than 30.00% of France's perfume production areas for generations, its branches have already extended to a rather terrifying level.

Should he be thankful that this is a sham?There are too many things beyond the established cognition, so that he will not be bound by his known history and framework, and with the support of future memories, he trusts his fingers, maneuvers, and carefully conceals his identity. Unscrupulously venting his vigorous desire to control, this is his forte.

In his previous life, he served as the president of the world's top transnational organization Dark League in Asia for more than ten years. As a legendary figure who firmly controlled the shadow world, if he hadn't retired due to his health, he might be able to make the Dark League's arch-rival Guanghui in his lifetime. Those who are completely divided... It seems that in this life, I have to wave goodbye to those gray areas, but obviously this mind and method still have a place to play.

It's not that he doesn't want to do what he wants to do, but that it took him three years to confirm the fact that the future memory of this new life is not given for nothing.

Constantly fighting against those established "fate", after all kinds of experiences, he found sadly that no matter how he escaped, he would eventually return to the original path.And if he is completely desperate, once he crosses the track too much, he will encounter things that he can never imagine. The real version of death is coming!The whole world seemed to reject you, and for a while he even wandered in all kinds of accidents every day.Just think, what in this world is more terrifying than the unknown?

So caught in a dilemma.What should he do to get rid of such a tragic ending?What should I do to get out of this ridiculous circle?

However, judging from what he has experienced so far, he has also tested it out. The general trend cannot be changed, but the small trend can be changed, and enough small trends can be accumulated to shake and even overturn the general trend.

Cyril finally relented.Since fate made him move forward according to the bloody plot, let him move forward. It is not very boring to live in Cyril's story with his own person. In fact...he is really looking forward to it The story begins.

Of course, before that, he had to find ways to protect himself wisely.

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Cyril spent her 19th birthday in her own castle.

Then he met the noble lady who was running away in the wide square of Florence, where the beautiful pigeon feathers were filled.

She has beautiful golden-brown long curly hair, green eyes that are melancholy and deep, her face is noble and quiet with ineffable purity, innocence and rationality. There is a bit of contradictory mystery intertwined, and there is even a bit of wisdom that does not match her age.The elegant light yellow skirt is covered with ribbons and lace, and it looks like golden yellow is scattered all over the ground when it runs.

The glow of the sunset at dusk shrouds this city in central Italy. The brick-red buildings match the color of the sky so well, making her look like an immortal picture in time.

The noble lady wandered alone in this ancient square with a rare waywardness, but there was no poor boy who would give a helping hand like in the movie.In fact, he was just standing there, quietly feeding the pigeons, and she jumped behind the marble sculpture beside him like an elf in the setting sun, while avoiding the rushing bodyguards, while peeking at him secretly.

Cyril has a charm that can attract all eyes.The calm and rational side face may lack a little emotion, but the excellence of the complexion is enough to cover up all the shortcomings.There may be a little immaturity in youth, but it is completely gone in him.The long black windbreaker wraps a slender and graceful figure, and the wind blows away the few strands of hair on the left side that are not tied up by the headband, and the picture even has a thrilling beauty when it brushes against the cheek.

He straightened his waist—the posture was elegant but powerful, as if he had no strength to make him bend down—opened his hand holding the corn kernels, and the docile and fearless pigeons happily landed on his palm and pecked at them. Getting along with pigeons is so harmonious.

The bodyguard passed by the cold sculpture, but did not find her deliberately hiding figure, and chased in another direction.

She poked her head out quietly, and finally couldn't help asking: "Is it fun to feed the pigeons?"

Xi Ruier stared blankly, turned her head to look at her, paused slightly, and then handed her the bag containing the pigeon food.

The soft hair swayed slightly according to the posture when she turned her head, and for some reason it made her feel flushed.He quickly turned his head and looked away.Pigeons kept flying down and away, and the sound of flapping wings was complicated but full of vitality. This square was very familiar to her, but only today made her feel real.

Turning around by chance, I saw a figure quietly looking at her not far away, and I was a little dazed the moment my gaze touched her.

With such beautiful blue eyes, the warm light of the setting sun makes it look out of the coldness of the water, and the quiet face can't be accurately described with any beautiful words. The expression is indifferent, but the focused gaze makes a certain part of him The scent is more pronounced.

"My name is Claures." She said with a blushing face, obviously shy but still bold enough to look into his eyes, and slowly approached him with her hands behind her back, while handing back some bags left in her hand to him , and asked cautiously, "Do you need...a tour guide?"

"Xi Ruier." Knowing his name simply, he opened the bag casually and poured out the remaining corn kernels on the spot. The pigeons immediately swarmed up. He raised his head and gestured with a questioning look. she.

A melodious sound like the symphony of strings came to her ears, even though the sound quality was cold and gentle, it still made her ears feel a little warmer.She was a little surprised at her abnormality today, but it was like a miracle, she guessed his question with just that look: "Your breath is different from that of this city, I can tell it at a glance."

She recommended eagerly but shyly: "I know a lot of interesting places, and I must be a very competent tour guide. Florence at night is definitely not to be missed. Let me show you around this city?"

The delicate girl is full of beautiful and vigorous vitality, like sunshine, even the coldest heart can be melted by her.Chatting with strangers is youthful and shy, but his demeanor is lively and bold.

...Maybe he changed the lining, which changed the first sight of the encounter, so the story changed from the beginning?

Xi Ruier took another deep look at her, his face was as calm as if he had been lacking expression all year round, but his eyes were a little soft, he raised his arms, and slightly curled them around, just like the gentlemen at the ball greeted him. Favorite Girl: "Then please, my lady."

This fateful encounter.