Lord Goddess, let's get married!

trembling.

She looked up and looked at the boy in front of her.

What is she going to do?What do you want her to do?

Jingshi, what should I do now?

She kept asking herself like this, but why.Her heart is so painful that she can't suffocate. She feels that everything is too unreal, and she wants to hate.

"Snow shower."

Looking at her pale face, he panicked.

His deep eyes were already dimmed, like the dead lake, without any ripples.

"I want to ask, I want to ask."

She wiped away her tears with her hands, temporarily stopping the flow of tears.

Standing up, I didn't care about everything behind, and ran out.

The chestnut hair became so messy for the first time, and she ran so violently for the first time, that feeling was worse than death.

Suddenly, some images flashed through my mind.

.............

......

A hurried figure ran back home.

What she saw in the park must not be real, Dad just wanted to scare her.

She comforted herself like this, and then ran home.

What I saw was no longer my father.

Purple hair flutters in the air, a black coat is worn on the body, and on the delicate cheeks, the eyebrows blown by the wind like catkins are faint.The kite-colored eyes are so indifferent that they reject people thousands of miles away.The tip of the nose is straight, and the red lips underneath are like cherry blossoms that have just opened in spring.

he!he--!

Xue Lin suddenly seemed afraid to breathe any air, as if something was stuck in her throat, making her unable to speak any words forever.

"You should be Xuanzhen Xuelin!"

Such a pleasant tone, but it is so disgusting to hear.

Is everything that happened just now real?Was Dad really killed by him?

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, suddenly, it was impossible to breathe any fresh air.

look at him.

Flawless face.

but--

He killed the most important person.

And still in front of her, why?Brother Xuan Ye, where are you now?

Tears flowed down her cheeks one drop after another, and the tears in her eyes seemed to be vented all at once.

The tears that have not been shed for seven years seem to well up at this moment.

Crystal clear and hot tears flowed down his hands.

He raised his head and looked at her carefully.

This was the first time, other than Hemei, the first time he looked at a girl like this.

She has long chestnut hair draped over her shoulders, with a chic hair comb on her head, and tears streaming from her deep blue eyes, like a fairy descended from the earth.

He blinked his eyes, but didn't expect to turn around. She yelled at him angrily: "Why? Why did you kill my father? Why? I hate you, I hate you."

She roared helplessly, with tears in her eyes.

Why is she so young now, why is she so powerless, why is she unable to prevent him from killing his father!

"sorry."

He lowered his head and only said three words sorry.

The eyes are full of regret, and the indifference just now has disappeared.

He really felt sorry for killing her father, but—

He wanted to prove, wanted to prove that he was capable of inheriting his father's career, wanted to prove this simply.But why didn't God give him such a chance!Let him hurt another person.

"I'm sorry?" A cold smile appeared on her lips, but the tears were still flowing sharply, "Can a person's life be solved with a single sentence of sorry? A person's life is just a sentence of sorry to you ?"

The young girl took a few steps back, and then the sneer at the corner of her mouth deepened.

She remembered.

Violet hair that seemed to be uncombed and messy, a pair of beautiful eyes, bright and starry iris, on his eyes.

She will never forget it in her life.

She will never forget this face, she will always remember it.

"right......"

He originally wanted to continue talking, but he couldn't continue.

Looking at those eyes full of hatred, he lost the ability to speak.

He didn't expect his heart to soften, and he didn't expect that he would not be able to become the kind of person his father said in the end.

Sorry, he doesn't have any words other than sorry.

Maybe she killed her father just to prove it, but she never thought about how sad she would be if she killed her father. Now she can only say sorry.

"I hate you, I want revenge on you, and one day I will let you taste the pain of losing your family."

......

.............

She ran desperately on the street, today is very strange, there are very few people by the lake.

The sunset in the afternoon is orange.

She is running on this bridge, as long as she runs this bridge.

She wants to know that none of this is real.

As long as he said that the person was not him, she would act as if nothing had happened.

No matter what memory, or information, or Yamato's advice, she can treat it as if it didn't happen, as long as he said 'No. '

"Don't run anymore."

Suddenly a person appeared in front of her, wearing sunglasses, he really couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

If it was his mistake to let her know the truth, then he is willing to apologize, but he doesn't want her to torture herself like this.

"I want to ask clearly, at least let me ask clearly."

She spoke every word clearly, and she wanted to hear him speak with her own ears.

The flow of tears cannot be stopped now.

Pale lips quivered.

After staring at each other for a long time, she walked around him and continued towards that place.

I don't want to believe that all this is true......

NO.117

The nearby trees were still rustling.

She entered the place, the sound of tennis balls still ringing in her ears.

Everything stems from that fever and that first-hand information.

She wants to hear his words, she wants to hear his explanation.

"Xuelin, why are you here?"

A gentle voice like a spring breeze blows over your ears.

Turn around.

Short flaxen hair, squinted eyes, a nose bridge as strong as a snow mountain, a pair of seductive lips, a white and blue sweatshirt, and a big tennis bag on her back.

"Um. Senior Fuji, tell me where Li Haida competes."

Bu Er stared blankly at Xue Lin.

Her face was still beautiful, but it was desolate.

A few crystal traces appeared on the face, and there were still unfinished tears in the eyes.

Xuelin looked at Bu Er, looking forward to, eagerly looking forward to his next answer.

Because she can't wait for a moment, she wants Yukimura to tell her personally that all this is just a dream, a simple dream, and it will never be true.

"Did something happen? Xuelin, why are you crying..."

Buer suddenly felt a little distressed.

He felt a chill because he felt that she had changed.

There is no longer any trace of emotion in the eyes, coldly, emanating from the bones.

Eyes red from crying, what happened to her?Why is your face so pale.

"Don't talk about this yet." She interrupted him, "Where is Lihai University's competition venue?"

She just wants to know this, and she just wants to hear Jingshi's explanation, she wants to know what Jingshi thinks.

The chirping of birds became louder, and suddenly there was a familiar scent of cherry blossoms that permeated the entire competition field.A gust of wind blew past gently, as if everything had only stopped at this instant for a second.

"Forehead."

Bu Er was stunned.

He knew that Xuelin was serious this time, he had never seen Xuelin's eyes like this before.

Clear and deep, you can see through it for a while, and you can't see it through for a while.Just like stars, twinkling, sometimes deep, sometimes bright, people can't figure it out.

Her hair is messy.

Her eyes are so beautiful.

Her lips were so pale.

None of this belonged to her. What exactly happened?Will it change her that much?

"there."

Bu Er stretched out his finger and pointed there, and was blocked by a hut, but dense green numbers grew all around, the breeze blew, and a bird flew away, did it symbolize that everything was over?

...................

......

That year, the cherry blossoms bloomed so gorgeously, just like this year's cherry blossoms.

The wind was blowing so violently that the two of them stood in the living room.

She was five years old and he was seven years old.

"I hate you, I will take revenge on you. How can you kill my dearest person."

The girl's voice suddenly became hoarse, and she bit her lower lip.

Pale without a trace of blood, the blood that suddenly oozed out was stained red.

That bitten lip.

A little pain.

But it hurt in his heart.

He looked at her.

Feel sorry.sorry.These most common words came to his mind.But it cannot be expressed in words.

"Master, let's go after finishing the business! The master wants to see you."

The housekeeper who had been silent for a long time spoke.

He has a long white beard, only one slit for his eyes, and a face full of wrinkles, like an old man over eighty.

He was wearing a black tuxedo, respectful.

Only then did she understand everything, that he was a born master.

Kill whoever you want!Whoever their aloof young master wants to die must die.

Just like what I heard at home that day, they want Dad to die, Dad is the last