[Tutorial] When the strategy is in progress

"Mi." The deep and soft, familiar tone is gentler than the sunlight shining on the body, mixing with the breeze to agitate the eardrums.

Mi's eyes widened in a flash, but her next move was to push her face into the arms of the person who was hugging her. It was no longer about energy replenishment or the mood of wanting to see her. It's related, Mi just thinks that she can't be seen like this, ugly and bad, she doesn't allow this kind of herself to stand beside her.

Clutching the clothes on that person's chest very tightly, the knuckles of Mi's fingers turned white, but Mi still tried hard not to be seen by her current self, "No...don't."

Mi Neng felt the person holding her move. He seemed to be moving and preparing to leave. He hugged her very lightly and turned around. He couldn't tell whether he was reluctant or relaxed. With complicated emotions, Mi bit her lower lip and inserted her fingers into her palm. .

"Wait." After finally confirming that he is not dead and meeting him again, how could he let him disappear in front of his eyes? The blond young man quickly walked a few steps to block the person's path, and grabbed Mi Xiaoqiao's wrist with his hand, The bones and joints are a little protruding, and the black-haired girl looks a lot thinner, and even if she is not close, she can smell a faint smell of medicine.

"Mi, what are you afraid of?" With a precise intuition, Mi's mind was revealed in one sentence, and he felt that Mi wanted to withdraw his hand and grasped it even tighter, but he still tried his best not to hurt her.

"Let go." The young man holding Mi said, threatening.

"I am very grateful to you for saving Mi, but please return her to me now." Looking into the eyes of that person, the usually gentle and modest young man showed his rare aura, and looked at him without retreating at all.

"You heard her say no." The man frowned and said again impatiently.

"She is mine, inside and out, even if I say no, she is still mine!" After years of getting along, when the black-haired girl stayed in his body in the state of a soul, the only person she could rely on and talk to was , although it is a bit despicable to say so, but when he was young, the boy had already regarded this strange soul that could only rely on himself as his private property. Maybe he didn't even realize that he was so stubborn that he didn't want to let go. How possessive it is.

The subordinates who were waiting saw that their boss seemed to be in conflict with others. Although they didn't understand how their gentle and polite boss would be in trouble with an ordinary person, they all ran over and surrounded him with a hint of siege. The guy who dared to challenge their boss.

Even though she couldn't see anything, Mi couldn't ignore the tense atmosphere. Sparks sparked from the collision of seemingly plain words, and Mi didn't know whether she should avoid him or not. This person saved her, and she didn't want him. and conflict.

Mi moved her legs and motioned for the person to put her down. She felt that the person holding her didn't hesitate, and quickly put her on the ground. Mi helped the person stand firm, turned her wrist and broke free She estimated the direction and position, and groped to the left with both hands. Someone came to support her, and called her name gently and carefully as if dealing with a fragile object. She turned her face to the left, as if avoiding it, leaving no trace. She broke away from the opponent's hand again, and then touched the wall between her fingers, and the black-haired girl groped forward along the wall.

"Where are you going?" She heard the man's indifferent voice and asked casually.

He treats himself like a child treats his belongings, wanting to take her home and put her up as a model for inspiration, Mi can feel that the other party has no extra thoughts on him.

"I'll come back to you when I'm well." I don't want them to have a conflict, just erase the key to her conflict, Mi said softly, without stopping.

That person didn't speak anymore, and Mi could hear the footsteps of the other person who didn't linger, and after confirming that Mi would go back after he got well, that person really left, and he didn't even doubt that Mi would follow suit, It seems that I don't care about whether my paintings can continue to be painted.

He was cold and almost ruthless, but such a person had a kind of unrestrained and indifferent attraction.

Mi walked along the wall, and her tender fingers groped for dust on the wall, and even got scratched by some protruding cement, but she still didn't stop for a moment, tripped over something like a stone, Mi lost her balance His body fell forward, and he was immediately supported by the people who followed him.

Mi was a little bit annoyed, mixed with frustration and powerlessness, she struggled to free the hand that was holding her, but her body was not stable yet she was about to fall again, because Mi was so determined to get rid of her body that she didn't care about her body, she suddenly became angry When he got up, he pressed Mi's shoulders and pressed Mi against the wall, but he felt soft when he met the other's slack eyes. He looked back at the following men, and saw that the young men or uncles in black suits were all dead at the moment. Birds and beasts scattered around, turning their backs to them and threatening passers-by to leave with their eyes.

"Come back with me, Mi." Looking at the white gauze covering Mi's face, Mi's previous evasive movements were not unnoticed, and with a little guesswork, one could guess that Mi's face may also have a disfigured wound .

The black-haired girl shook her head, her violent movements expressed Mi's resistance, she began to struggle again, and kept pushing, "Please, let's go."

"And then? Letting you wander the streets of Palermo regardless of your safety? Do you know how chaotic it is now? Do you know how dangerous things are for a girl like you? Do you know... How much do I worry about you?" Because of Mi's words, she was a little annoyed, and when she saw the other's pale face, she felt distressed again, and after speaking in a slightly heavier tone, she didn't dare to hurt her again.

"...I should be able to go back to my home soon, soon." She has been with that person for such a long time, so long that her thoughts have died down, and she can't believe that the energy has not been replenished It's not enough for her to go home. Thinking of this, Mi's voice finally calmed down, "I'm leaving."

This was indeed Mi's thought at the moment, but Mi couldn't find any other way to get out, so it's good to go back alive, if you have to leave sooner or later, it's better to cut everything quickly.

"Your eyes..." His expression also sank because of Mi's words, he could see how firm Mishita's decision was, but he still struggled a bit.

"Goodbye." Mi's words have cut off all the escape routes, not only Mi's.

"If you leave, will I never see you again?" The hand pressing on Mi's shoulder gradually withdrew his strength, restraining all his emotions and looking at Mi with some panic, "Your home is in Japan, right? Mi, Why do I always have a feeling that I will never see you again?"

"..." Mi didn't answer, defaulting to mediocrity.

Mi easily pushed away his hands, and continued to walk along the wall. After taking the first step, his heart suddenly became empty. In the second step, his heart felt a suffocating feeling. In the third step, his chest felt empty. The pain was unbearable, and the sore pain made her uncomfortable over and over again.

If she goes home, she will never see her again, she will never see this person again, without the familiar voice and smile, the warmth of holding hands and the tenderness that comforts her heart, the past and the future with him will all be shattered Into a small piece of a small piece, remaining in the memory.

Maybe he will soon forget her, fall in love with another girl who is gentle or cute, and then embrace another girl to accompany him until the end of his life.

It was really reconciled, Mi endured the overwhelming pain in her heart, she found that she was not so generous, she would rather the other party die alone than have other girls to accompany him, Mi found that she was so selfish.

"Stay here." At first, Mi thought that the voice was so overbearing and strong that she had auditory hallucinations because of her ignoring it, and then Mi found dully that the voice was spoken by the man behind him.

His arms crossed the slender waist, and there was room to wrap it around the waist, and a chest that was not particularly generous but very reassuring was attached to the back. The man rested his head on her shoulder, scratching the dazzling blond hair that reached the end of his nose. Itching her cheeks, such gentle hugs and words, as sweet as honey in spring, Mi knew that she couldn't hesitate especially at this time, but she was still greedy for such a hug.

For a moment, there was an idea of ​​wanting to curl up in this person's arms forever.

Mi felt that she might be dazzled by the so-called love.

"Stay, stay by my side, I will marry you." A simple sentence, but satisfied all imaginary wishes, perhaps because the Italian language is too ambiguous, the whispers breathed and twitched the hair, and the low-pitched words It fell straight into Mi's heart, she couldn't see the sun, but felt that the warm tenderness was about to melt her completely.

A little dizzy, the overwhelming smell is the light and deep scent of the other party, Mi can't think of anything else in his mind at this time, he just feels that he is about to be overwhelmed.

"I'm of no use to you anymore." The darkness in his eyes pulled Mi back from the warmth wrapping his nerves, and Mi didn't know what he wanted to prove.

"I can live without your ability." The hand tightly wrapped around the waist moved up, and touched Mi's eyes, and Mi passively closed her eyes to accept the other's very light touch, "I can also be your eyes. "Hands with calluses resting on the white veil did not remove Mi's last layer of self-esteem after all, but gently painted the scar that occupied half of his face through the veil, "My heart will not be because of your face. It changed with one more injury."

Mi has heard a lot of sweet talk. When she was young, Tong also taught her so that she would not easily fall in love with outsiders before the completion of the strategy. The promises of male animals are the most untrustworthy. They will never be the same before and after marriage. No matter how deep it is, this kind of feeling will fade with time. Love cannot exist for a long time. Mi has always believed in traditional words, but this time he can't take his words as exaggerated words.

He has never been in love. When he was a teenager, he had a female soul in his body. When he was older, he devoted himself to Pengli. He has almost no experience in this area. His gentleness and composure couldn't be regained anymore, he suppressed the anxiety in his heart to speak, he could feel Mi's hesitation but he didn't know what to say.

On the one hand, he was distressed by his sudden clumsiness, and on the other hand, he hugged Mi tightly and refused to let go.

He suddenly noticed that Mi's hand was different from his own wearing Pengelly's ring, slender and beautiful, stained with some dust, and suddenly thought of something.

The feeling of the finger being picked up was very clear, and then a cold thing was put on the finger. Mi was a little surprised to stroke it with the other hand, and only touched the complicated patterns on it.

"Do you still remember the ring that Grandma Vito gave you?" she whispered in her ear.

Mi nodded.

"Grandma Vito waited for it all her life, and then gave it to you. I don't want to waste the meaning of this ring, but I just think that I might use it someday." The words were cryptic, but the ring appeared at the right time. Thoughts that have been revealed.

"Now, I use Grandma Vito's ring to lock you down."

The silvery-white ring reflected the sun and gave off a faint halo. On the inside of the ring out of sight, the words 'g&m' had been smoothed and smoothed. die.