Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

"Ai Mi Ye..."

Charles called out her name subconsciously, this name that had been suppressed for too long, this name that he wanted to say when he dreamed back in the middle of the night.

The wind blew in from the window and rolled up the paper on the table. The pure white paper was flying, and finally fell to the ground slowly.

Those childhood memories played in front of his eyes like a video, even though Ai Miye only left him a number, even though Ai Miye never replied to him.

He still couldn't let go, and couldn't treat her like an old friend.

To this day, in his heart, she has always been the only one.

The wind was flowing in the air, skimming the end of her hair, circling around her hair, her figure became ethereal, as if she would leave at any moment.

"what happened?"

Ai Miye didn't know why, she was still holding his book in her hand, with a thin figure and a sickly white skin, she looked like a frail girl who needed someone to protect her.

However, for so many years, she has never asked for his protection.

She alone, bears all the injuries of the criminals.

Those past, unknown secrets were buried in her heart and devoured by herself. Because she didn't want to hurt others, she showed bloody thoughtfulness and tenderness.

But, who will let her go?

There was a dull pain in his chest, he came to her, his dark blue eyes were as vast as the sea and more charming than the stars, he looked at her tenderly, "Ai Miye, don't worry, Xavier Manor will protect every mutant .”

The guards and bodyguards who signed the contract to protect her all died at the hands of criminals. In her eyes, the word protection has become useless.

But she still smiled, "Well, I know, you will protect me."

In fact, she doesn't care whether it will or not.

After all, because of those dark pasts, Ai Miye became indifferent and no longer believed in others.

She was smiling, but her eyes were flat, indifferent to what he said.

Ai Mi Ye was right in front of his eyes, but he felt that the distance between them had started at a certain point in the past and was getting farther and farther.

As if he was trying to catch something, he said hastily, "Ai Mi Ye, do you remember what happened when you were a child?"

"Remember, what happened?"

As if he had received some kind of encouragement, his tone calmed down, "I still remember the first time we went to Harry's house, you and I brought mulberries and carambola, we sat on the tree, Harry wanted to join us, and then you Throw those mulberries on him."

Charles' face was soft, as if he was relieved by thinking of something.

He didn't finish talking about what happened next.

Because Ai Miye threw the mulberries on Harry and said, "You shouldn't disturb us."

Harry got angry and yelled, "Why?"

"Charles and I are best friends, but we don't know you."

"But this is my home."

"If I let my dad buy it, it won't be your house."

Harry couldn't compete with Aimiya, and he was a child again, so he cried after a while, but he didn't complain. Because of this, they later became good friends with Harry.

Ai Miye thought of these past events, but she was not in such a good mood.

Because Harry was killed by a murderer when she was 13 years old.

The guts were all dug out, the entire stomach exposed, and she was hung from the tree she had sat on when she first met Harry, with her head bowed and her face pale.

She was also one of the victims in that case.

She and Harry were locked in a cell, and before he was taken away by the killer, he said to her, "Don't be afraid of Ai Miye, do you remember? My grades have always been A, I will not die, wait for you After being rescued, I will treat you to caviar, not to lie to you."

But he broke his promise.

After being rescued later, he did not fulfill his promise.

Not then, nor ever.

I don't know what other people's memories are like, but Ai Mi Ye's is full of blood and pain.

It was a broken bridge paved with death, and she would never be able to cross it.

Ai Miye looked at the scattered papers on the ground, they were in disarray.

"Harry..." she whispered, "he's a liar."