[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

Yes, a thief.Wearing dirty clothes that look like rubbish picked up, unkempt and unkempt at the bottom of society.

Karl had never felt so anxious before. He grabbed his stiff collar vigorously and hurried up from the lower deck.The thief caught it, and he was able to get the watch back in no time.What's the matter with that watch... Carl thought that just now he would run to the cabin dedicated to criminals, just to see a robber.This is necessary, only he can identify the ashes-faced thief.There is no need to identify it at all, the watch must be on that guy, as long as he is ordered, he can be searched immediately, and then directly convicted.

What is he going to do now?

Carl ran to the smoking room on the A floor and leaned against the large fireplace that was more than two meters wide to smoke a cigar.During the period, he also chatted with a few wealthy businessmen about the domestic political situation, as well as a list of investment commodities worth buying at the end of the year.

These are fields he is familiar with and proud of, and he can easily seize these high-priced business opportunities.Karl stayed in the smoking room for a while, relaxed by the familiar environment, and tried not to think about his pocket watch or his pale green eyes.

Coming down from the smoking-room he saw Ruth still with her mother in the lounge of the grand staircase, greeting the ladies whom he should have gone to find himself terribly tired.

For the first time, Karl felt that his heart was more than enough but his strength was not enough, and the uncomfortable feeling of chest tightness began to appear again.He immediately went back to his suite and wandered up and down the living room floor several times until he had suppressed the annoying restlessness.Then he opened the wine cabinet, took out the wine bottle, poured himself a glass of brandy, rubbed the glass with his palm slowly to warm up the wine, and immediately gulped it down.

Carl felt lighter when the alcohol took its toll.He walked to the private deck, sat down on a deck chair casually, and continued pouring wine with a blank expression.For the second cup, he used his usual drinking method, taking small sips and swallowing it very gracefully.Slightly drunk, some of the pictures he had kept in his heart almost went off the rails.He thought of those green eyes repeatedly, and at first he thought he was thinking of his fiancée, but it soon became clear that what he was imagining were only blurred images in his mind.

He thought of snow-white skin, blond hair, and light green eyes in a mess.

A young girl, sitting in the oil painting, looked at him.

The oil painting is dated 1526, a Renaissance antique.He was so stupid that he kept asking who she was and why she didn't come out.The intuitive impact of that color made him discover his own aesthetic standards.Also, his choice of women in his youth has always been biased towards that color, including the fiancée who is going to choose for engagement now, and his eyes are all green.

Carl continued to drink, not thinking clearly, and spilled a little on his pants.He even felt that someone was running past in the living room just now, and he glanced at the room through the glass window on the deck, but there was nothing.

Holding the wine bottle and glass in his hand, he stood up with a smile and walked from the private deck to the living room, wanting to take a bath in the bathroom.The fuzzy colors in his brain kept floating, which made his steps a little staggering.After finally seeing the door, he knocked it open with his elbow, and the sound of water breaking, like smashed glass, rushed into his ears, and a white light suddenly appeared in Karl's somewhat blurred vision.

Suddenly, he couldn't hear anything, everything was quiet.

Those blurred colors, like a sharp dagger, slashed his eyeballs and pierced into his chest, and instantly became clear, as pale as the green of the field in the morning, coming out of the painting.Carl stared at her in a daze, the wet long golden hair was more wet than seaweed and covered her chest, and those clean drops of water shone with a cold luster on it.

He found that the old painting was receding, being crushed bit by bit by her beautiful light green eyes.Carl could no longer remember why he was indulging in this color, his brain became more confused, he felt that he was dreaming, a dream that made his bones start to tremble.

He even felt that he should go up and touch her to see if it was a canvas.

Her snow-white skin, slender limbs, long golden hair, and her green eyes... staring at him?

Karl felt a little panicked for a moment, he didn't know what he was panicking about, the wine glass slipped from his hand, the crisp sound made his heart beat disorderly, he fell backwards like an unbalanced spinning top, and quickly took half a step back.Then, like a poor ghost who has never seen the world, he hurriedly apologized, "Sorry, I went to the wrong place." His memory was even more confused, could it be that he walked to the suite next door?He was still dreaming, he sneaked a few glances at her uncertainly, the curly long hair hung down on his abdomen, and there were drops of water falling down on it.

A hot feeling came over him and made him extremely embarrassed. Karl just followed his instinct to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor, and he retreated hastily like a defeated soldier who ran away.He didn't even know what was going on in his mouth, he just wanted to run away from those green eyes that were burning with anger.

He staggered and slammed the door hard, trying to wake up from the dream.Stepping on the shards of glass on the ground, Karl turned around in a daze and looked around.Ornate Tudor wall coverings, ribbon-designed fireplaces, ornate furniture, and his wine cabinet.That's right, he suddenly woke up, this is his room.

Wait, just now... who is that woman?

Carl was stunned for a few seconds, alcohol made his brain run much slower than usual.Could it be that what he saw just now was a hallucination, then after a few more studies, Carl turned around and opened the door in surprise, "Wait a minute, this is my place." But at first glance, there was no one in the bathtub, and the floor was full of Water, Carl was stunned for a moment, before he could react, there was an unbearable pain in his lower body.This kind of pain is like someone breaking the bones of your whole body, and then all the pain of the broken bones gathers in the same place, and he kneels directly on the ground, leaving only the movement of breathing.

What happened next was a horrible nightmare, and Carl had never experienced anything that drove him crazy.The woman who appeared inexplicably from the bathtub stepped on his stomach again and kicked him very hard.Carl was kicked until he was about to spit out the contents of his stomach, almost because a towel was stuffed in his mouth.

When the woman dragged him into the living room, her long, damp hair almost covered his face.Carl's nose is full of water vapor, and there is a vague smell on her body that only belongs to women after bathing.The smell didn't make him any better. He felt that he was in pain, worse than being run over by several cars.The severe pain below involved his stomach, mixing into a hallucination that made him feel pain everywhere.

This pain made him extremely angry, no one dared to treat him like this, it was the first time that he wanted to kill someone so much.

It wasn't until he was tightly tied up with a damned sheet that Carl really realized that he had encountered a robber who robbed a house.Cold sweat seeped from the surface of his trembling muscles, and he breathed hard through his nose.After the robber threw him aside, he ran into the bathroom. Carl couldn't wait to get rid of this horrible bondage, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't tear off the sheets and crawl out.

The bathroom door opened suddenly, and Karl immediately froze his fluttering movements, and when he looked up, he saw a flowing skirt flying past his eyes.He blinked hard.Seeing the woman running into the room, he immediately began to struggle hard again.Without struggling twice, the woman with disheveled hair ran out of the room carrying a box, without even looking at him, she sat on the ground directly, her off-white skirt was as soft as a feather cloud undulating along the curves of her body with.

Carl raised his eyes and saw her sitting not far away, with long hair scattered on his face, he could only see her looming profile in this posture, which made him unable to fully remember the robber's face.In the bathroom just now, Carl thought of the naked scene, only felt more painful down there.

The female robber looked at the mirror at the door silently, which was a suffocating feeling, and Karl couldn't understand what she wanted to do.His safe is in the room, and it contains a large amount of cash, as well as the expensive Heart of the Ocean.Could it be that she was planning to use some kind of torture to force him to reveal the password? After Karl got this natural answer, he calmed down. As long as she asked, he would have a chance to negotiate with her, and then Karl continued to wriggle quietly. The body, trying to get itself out of such a bad predicament.

He raised his eyes and looked at her vigilantly, sizing her up, guessing her next move.Then he saw the woman in front of him start to pull her hair up, and she used an extremely smooth and graceful gesture to comb back the scattered long hair, bit by bit, Karl finally saw her face.

A slightly childish, impossibly clean face.

She rolled up all her hair, revealing her white neck.The slender fingers stroked the outline of her face meticulously, as if she didn't know this face at all and was identifying it carefully.

Karl found the scene grotesque and beautiful.

He watched her start to put on makeup, her movements were terribly serious, her eyes were fixed on the mirror at the door, as if she was carving a work of art.

In the light green eyes, the burning boil quieted down, and she showed a quiet and sweet smile.Karl looked at her in disbelief, like a dream.When she stood up, Karl almost forgot that this woman was a robber, her bloodless lips were like roses beside a mirror, her fingernails were so clean that there was no trace of dirt, and the dress she stole fit so well that it was just for her Made to order.

Carl's eyes had been caught by her, and she walked up and down his property as if he were the thief and she the master.

Then she smiled gracefully and reservedly, her shallow eyes fixed on him as if they had known each other for years.In the next second, she turned around and walked out the door.

Carl blurted out and was about to stop her and not let her go.But there was only a mess of muffled grunts in his mouth. He struggled hard and yelled at her not to leave.

Yes, don't go.