Since I've been the sister of these people

02.

The old man's illegitimate son from outside came to the door, bringing a group of capable gangsters with him.

The woman obviously didn't think that an unworthy person would dare to openly trespass into the wife's mansion. She screamed in panic, angrily denouncing the consequences of those bastards killing her.

But the young man who was half-brother with us just told her with a sneer that all this was done with the tacit consent of the old man.

She collapsed, she never imagined that her husband would abandon her who was right with him and choose a lowly bastard.

The mistress of this family was killed by a vicious thug, and as the heirs, Claire and I were thrown to Meteor Street, a place where the gods cannibalize people without spitting out their bones.

The noble status of Young Master and Miss officially said goodbye to us, but Meteor Street brought me a freedom that I had never had before. In just a few days, countless moments of brushing shoulders with death suddenly made me understand Something I really want.

I was fascinated by the all-consuming heat that only blooms at the edge of life and death.

I fell in love with fighting, and all kinds of people.

So, before I knew it, earth-shaking changes took place in me, becoming more and more crazy, and the only thing that has not changed is that I have not thrown away the one who always follows me obediently, no matter how scared I am. The sister who chose to escape.

Claire is very weak and is a veritable oil bottle.

What I long for is an undivided, evenly matched battle, a life that is not bound by anyone.

And the existence of this younger sister will only become an invisible chain, binding me to her, like a burden that cannot be shaken off.

The most direct manifestation of this irritability is that I start to become moody.

The little thing is different from me. The sudden change hit her hard. Even though our mother brutally killed her friend, she still misses that woman hopelessly when the world is separated forever.

After being thrown on Meteor Street, her smile disappeared visibly. I am very dissatisfied with this, and even more displeased that she is obviously not used to the food in Meteor Street, but she is full of gratitude every time I bring back those garbage He swallowed it, and then forced himself to swallow it but couldn't help but feel disgusted.

Because I don't like it, I will pinch her chin when she is silent, and force her to smile for me. fall.

I think she will resent me one day.

But until then, I'll just go ahead and put up with her staying with me.

It's a pity that many things don't know how to cherish until they are lost.

Before Claire was born, I didn't know what love was. What I longed for was freedom and excitement. If there was something that would hinder my footsteps, I would get rid of it. There is nothing in this world that is worthy of me. Something to compromise for.

I don't care about those naive and ridiculous throbbing like a flash in the pan, but it's just a passing cloud.

Of course, it would be more appropriate to describe me as indifference and selfishness. I was originally that kind of person.

Life is short, always have fun in time.

As for other people, I never cared.

Life on Meteor Street is still going on, I am still addicted to the unique pleasure of life and death, the pursuit of power is more than anything else, I am happy to challenge those so-called strong people every day, and then continue to hone my own fighting style Skill.

But behind all these, she became more and more restless. She began to beg me not to do those dangerous things again, but I turned a blind eye to the sadness and worry hidden in her heart.

We are like parallel lines that God uses family affection as a shackle to force each other to go hand in hand. If we want different things, we are doomed to part ways one day.

Unfortunately, I never thought the day of separation would come so soon.

Claire was taken away.

I still remember the situation that day. I met an opponent who was very suitable for me. Unfortunately, his arrogance killed him. Although his body suffered more serious injuries than before, fortunately, the final winner was me. , a rookie boy who is not in his eyes.

Because I forgot myself a little bit from the game, I stayed out all night that day. Claire, who was warned by me not to go out, crossed the safety line for the first time, and a heinous disaster also fell on us that day.

The boss of District 5, Depra, is a well-known pervert on Meteor Street. He caught a glimpse of three-year-old Claire and was shocked. He took her back to his territory and imprisoned her.

I like to play games with the strong, but this does not mean that I will foolishly find myself a battle with a huge disparity in strength and no chance of winning.

Things like life always have to die at the most dazzling moment so that people will not feel regretful.

Claire is too weak, one day she will be engulfed and buried by Meteor Street, as it should be in a place where the weak prey on the strong, but——

I can not let it go.

It wasn't until this moment that I realized that no amount of toys could compare to her frown and smile from the bottom of my heart. What should I take her for?

It turns out that I just don't want to admit it. There is someone in this world who can make me compromise and make changes willingly. Since I can't let go, let's treat it as being locked up by her for the rest of my life.

I went to Depra's territory without hesitation, but I saw a yellow-haired boy carrying Claire, who was covered in blood, trembling and falling down in the alley.

Her body was covered with scars, Yin Hong's blood dripped down her fingertips, her whole face was pale and weak, and she could no longer see any anger.

I resisted the clearly visible beating sound of my heart, and forced myself to sniff her.

When I felt the indistinguishable breath from my fingertips, I was so happy that I was going crazy, thanking heaven for the first time.

I picked her up, grabbed the yellow-haired boy by the collar with the other hand, and threw him in a nearby factory building.

Taking him away from that blood-stained place is considered to be repaying him for bringing Claire out. As for whether he will be found by Depra's people, it depends on his own destiny.

I fled to District 8 with Claire on my back. Her body was as light as a feather, and her heart was so silent that no one could feel the beating.

I didn't let her go, I just ran forward desperately.

Perhaps, everything is still too late.

If the future I want is without her, then....I'd rather not have it.

People are the most capricious existence in the world. I yearn for freedom wholeheartedly, and I don’t want to be hindered by anyone, but it turns out that I still can’t easily let go of the company of the long stream, and the little things I spend with someone.

Many years later, a rather interesting guy said something like this——

I thought that lunatics were a group of aliens who would risk their lives, but it turns out that the so-called aliens also have weaknesses that cannot be touched.

If it is not appropriate to put her anywhere, then treasure this girl in the deepest corner of my heart.

Even if one day, I can no longer remember my original appearance under the clown mask, there will always be someone who makes me willing to live the most ordinary and boring days for her.

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