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When Lance arrived, Cyril was looking at the flowers in the dark inner room.

He stood in front of the window, staring at the marigold paradise not far away. He only wore a simple white shirt and black trousers. The face was so pale it seemed to melt.

There is an indescribable floral fragrance in the room, which blends with the natural woody fragrance of the thick furniture and looks very gloomy.

"He's dead?" Cyril didn't look back, he was as quiet as a statue.

All emotions have been stripped out of this body. He really wanted to carefully distinguish which ones came from regret and which ones came from sorrow, but all of them were too much for the mental load. He had to maintain reason and calmness, so Instinct has cleared them.Therefore, a person's death is like falling to the ground, no matter what kind of turbulent waves he brought during his lifetime, after all, Luohong drifts with the tide and disappears in an instant.

Lance replied, "Yes."

Xi Ruier's thinking was blank for a moment, and after a long silence, he asked again: "Where is he?"

"... Valencia."

He died in Valencia.In the end, alone, I went back to Valencia.The port of Valencia, where he first met this man.The shadow of Sail in the Mediterranean went away with the cheers of the crowd. He stood in the crowd and felt his hair being pulled. Turning his head, the man looked at him in surprise with a pair of strange amber eyes like cat pupils. You said your eyes were blue, I thought they were black too—and then we got to know each other like that.

He is waiting for me.And I... decided to give up on him from the very beginning.

Nobody wants to be someone else's brand.Sometimes, the people you care about will go away in your life. Life is countless encounters and partings. This is the fate that no one can escape.

"So, what are you doing here?" Cyril asked suddenly.

Lance stretched out his hand and put it on Cyril's shoulder. The next second after this action, Cyril had turned around suddenly, and punched him in the face with a clenched right hand - he could react, but he didn't have the whole body Dodging, he just turned sideways slightly, moved the fist that was originally on his chin to his shoulder, and received the punch firmly. The huge momentum made him take two steps back. Before he could stabilize his figure, another The punch hit his stomach, which completely broke his body's balance.

The floor is full of thick carpet, and it doesn't hurt to fall down.Lance opened his eyes, and there was another pain in his abdomen after being punched just now. Cyril squatted down and pressed his knees against that position, his hands were tightly gathered by his collar, his eyes were indifferent to almost hatred, and Repeated: "What else are you doing here!"

Lance lay on the carpet and took a few serious glances at him. His back was facing the carved window, his face was bathed in shadows, the dim natural light in the room could not clearly describe the outline of his face, but those eyes were too beautiful , like a star that still shines in the dark.He suddenly stretched out his arms, held down Cyril's back, and pressed his upper body firmly into his arms.

He grunted twice, the kick really hurt, but his arms tightened even more, trying to use all his strength to dissolve the opponent's tough struggle.

"Get out!" Cyril was furious, "You've been lying to me—you're not my brother at all!"

"I am," Lance said softly, holding the back and the back of the head of the man in his arms tightly, with a light tone, "if you want to think so."

"You've been lying to me!" He tried his best to break free, but he couldn't break free from the bondage of these arms.

He was deceived, that's why he felt self-righteous and shaken, but that ridiculous family relationship never existed!He must be very proud - how proud, to be able to play with him in the applause.

"I love you," there was a faint smile on Lance's lips, he lowered his head and stroked Cyril's hair with his chin, but refused to let go, "I love you, Cyril, what you want I can give you everything... everything about me belongs to you."

"Get out!" Cyril yelled.

Lance understood that Cyril didn't hate him for killing Ulysses.Because he knew clearly that Ulysses must die.Death is just a wonderful relief for him. Living is too painful and too heavy. Ulysses can no longer bear his own life. Innocents buried with him, so he can only die.What Xi Ruier hated was his misleading all along.Misleading him that he is his brother—but if he doesn't logically confirm this identity, how can he get close to him?

"I was born in London...Margaret went crazy after her own son died. She stole me from the hospital, and only then did I meet Windsor." Lance calmly told the distant past, "A few years later, I was rescued by my adoptive father, who said that I belonged to him... and then I got Rose."

The beginning of him and him stems from the unexpected helping hand to his mother, and that almost neurotic cognition.Later, his parents passed away unexpectedly, and he was left alone... He felt even more responsible for him.

"I saved your mother back then, and you are the child I saved with my own hands... When I saw you born, I felt that this was a gift from God to me."

His indulgence to him was based on his initial responsibility for the existence of Cyril, and all the price and sacrifice he paid for him was his selfless love for this soul—this soul named Cyril.

Lance had never seen Ulysses with his own eyes before, but when he saw Ulysses with his own eyes, he decided that he must die.

He saw deep and painful love in that man's eyes.

Accompanying a person, watching him, calling him a close friend, but never telling his love.If he never loved him, then after his free will collapsed and he lost the heavy mission he had always carried, what he felt should be relief and relaxation. He can abandon his name of revenge, change his life, and be able to use another life. A way to live the rest of your life.But he loves him.So he couldn't bear the pain of being ruined and abandoned by someone he loved so much.The most desperate thing is that that person didn't know from the beginning to the end.

—so he must die.

Lance saw in this person his irreplaceable affection for the same person.

"Cyril...I love you."

"I'm sorry..." Aurora looked at Tang, covering her mouth and crying quite ugly.

If it wasn't for her to hold him back, Tang might be able to escape safely with Jasmine.The island has been blown up, and those evil things sank into the Atlantic Ocean with the death of the lunatic. The small boat carried the rest of the people away, and a boat would come to meet them on the way... Fighting always kills people, even if they know this truth , and can accept the fact that his companions will be buried due to various accidents, but seeing Tang Dai holding Jasmine in a daze, even the most hard-hearted people can't help but feel sour.

"Don... call out, my name... okay..." Thinking of Jasmine's last words with a smile, Aurora's eyes went black, and she was about to faint because of her extreme weakness and violent mood swings.In fact, Jasmine's bloody face from the explosion was not pretty, and her smile was even more ferocious. She died before Tang could respond.

"Don!" His companion Xia Zuo looked at him worriedly.

Don is a very easy person to get along with.Although his temperament is silent and he doesn't talk much, his mood swings are pitiful, and even his bones are full of evil spirits-maybe it will make people feel scary, but anyone who knows him well can know that he is actually a very casual person.He doesn't have too many things to care about, and he doesn't have any hobbies. Being strong is just an innate instinct. The real Tang is like a fish drifting with the tide.He has never appeared like this before.How can it not be worrying?

——"I have never... been loved like this." Tang Qing said.

In order to get revenge, she moved her own flesh and bones more than once, how many times she kept her name incognito, how many times she was desperate... Although she didn't cherish her body, she probably never thought that she would die so badly.But maybe she was happy, because she finally killed Ronald with her own hands and avenged her family.The meaning of her life has been realized here, so she will be happy, right?

There was never any friendship between Jasmine and Tang.All the intersections between her and him were fighting openly and secretly, but because the opponent did a lot, there was a certain tacit understanding.Don never knew Molly would fall in love with him.Probably because of the hatred she was carrying, she couldn't express it, she couldn't tell it, and she didn't even dare to let herself love someone.

It wasn't until the end—until the revenge was finished—that he dared to open his mouth tentatively.

Too late.

He hugged Jasmine tightly, and after a long time, he slowly kissed her bloody forehead.He couldn't wipe off the blood on her face, sat there for a long time, but still picked her up, walked to the side of the boat, and gently put her into the sea water.

The deep blue water blurred her face, and she sank gradually in the water.The speed of the speedboat quickly left her behind.He stared blankly, but at that moment, he jumped down suddenly, plunged into the sea water, and swam towards her again.

"Tang!!" Xia Zuo was about to go crazy, and he was in a hurry to save him—up to this moment, he was still hugging her dead body tightly, pressing his cheek against her hair, "Tang! You're crazy! There are sharks here!"

The man as stiff as iron knelt there, water drops slid down the bridge of his nose and cheeks, it was hard to tell whether it was sea water or tears.

reluctant.reluctant.

He's just a blank walking dead.Cyril saved him, but not his soul.Jasmine's death gave him a soul called love, but at the same moment when this soul was revived in his heart, it also brought him almost fatal pain.

It turns out that love is such a painful thing.

What happened in just a few days was a disaster that Aurora could never imagine in her life.

She was regarded as a fish waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board, and none of the eyes that the lunatic looked at her belonged to the eyes of a human being. At that time, Aurora realized how happy she was before.

She was lost in the pursuit of her self-righteous glory and the favored children of heaven.Does she still remember, at the beginning, under the watchful eyes of Mrs. Cyril and Wendy, what kind of wish was she holding at the beginning when she took the first step?What kind of future is she longing for?

When Aurora returned to New York, she saw a lot of people at the airport—she looked at the young man with his hands in his waistband and looked awkward and arrogant outside the crowd, and suddenly laughed, with tears in her eyes, but she just laughed suddenly .

When she was taken away suddenly, she saw the panic on this man's face that couldn't be concealed - he saw her being taken away by a stranger but couldn't stop him, so he must be guilty and worried.But that's all.It's like sympathy for all childhood companions or collaborators.

He doesn't love her.So I don't want to take on her life.

"I'm sorry, I woke up from the dream." She shrugged with a smile, "I apologize for my entanglement all the time."

Later, Markarth regained the glory of the sapphire.After he became the head of the family, people talked about the Safair family, and they all said how lucky they were to find such an heir.

When Crown Prince Philip proposed to Aurora, many people were surprised, but Aurora had no doubts in her heart.

She smiled and said yes to the proposal.

The very beginning——what she expected was only the glory and continuation of the Kane family.

And she did.

Cyril received another call from Don after all the dust had settled.

No one can judge unfairly in the simmering murder case that stomped Windsor's face on its feet.The royal family apologized, and the queen was forced to abdicate. The successor should have been Crown Prince Charles, but he was still unwilling to give up on Catherine, and he knew that the stain on his body made it impossible for him to win the support of the parliament and the public. In the dilemma, he voluntarily gave up. The title of crown prince and the right to inherit the throne...So after another painful wrangling, the new successor of this country is still a queen—the current crown princess of Belgium—and the eldest princess of Windsor was invited to the throne. The throne will be transferred after the crown prince comes of age.

As for the candidate for the new crown prince... Little Princess Sharon stood proudly in front of everyone, raised her head and said, "I was born earlier than Peidi, I am better than Peidi, and I am the best candidate." And Peidi The little prince felt that everything his sister said was right... Now that a married princess had already returned to the country to inherit the throne, it should be more out of the ordinary... So the House of Representatives once again fell into endless turmoil.

The revenge of the parents has been avenged, and the culprit will always be cast aside by everyone with shame.All the promises he made were fulfilled.Everything he wanted to do was done.

"I'm leaving." On the other end of the phone, Tang's voice was slightly hurried, "I have found my soul."

Cyril didn't know what to say, but finally said, "Congratulations."

Tang smiled lightly—it must have been a long, long time since he smiled, and this movement was a bit difficult for him, but he still tried to smile—"I want to go back to the East...to my hometown. I was in my teens The place where I escaped years ago."

"Goodbye, Cyril," he said again.

Cyril stood at the highest point of the White Castle, looking at the sea of ​​heather blooming in the field, he paused for a while before realizing his lack of focus, and he also smiled: "Okay, Don... goodbye. "

Tang also smiled again.

Molly - you are my life.This is Jasmine's flower language.She always wanted him to call her by her name, and by calling her, she could deceive herself into thinking that her position in his heart was unparalleled.But until the last moment, he still didn't call out.

What a pity, never to have been so deeply... loved.

"My Cyril, do you know that you are the dawn of hope and the dawn of eternal night."

"It's a love I can never give up."

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