Just liking is not enough

Looking into Feng Zhuoliang's eyes, "I have something to tell you."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Goethe's struggle, carried him up the stairs, and returned to his room.

Penny swayed a small glass of red wine downstairs, smacking her lips, "Both of you should hide, the year of the monkey will see the sun."

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73. Chapter Four (4)...

It was raining heavily, and the night at 9 o'clock seemed to be falling down.

The sound of rain suppressed in the dull air is like a sonorous beating deep in the heart. There is an illusion that makes people want to take out all the secrets and throw them into the entire dark world.

The man was so close to him, sitting on the edge of his bed, his blond hair was tucked behind his ears, revealing his smooth forehead.

The light-colored eyes seem to hide the deepest language in the dim light.

If you can know what he is thinking, will everything be much easier.

Feng realized that he had become a coward. He was afraid of making mistakes if he said more, but he was afraid of missing out if he didn't say anything.

Language is the most vicious weapon in this world.

One sentence can affect all of a person's future, including one's own destiny.

The earth-shattering thoughts are all in his heart-why can't he start over, why can't he turn back the time and go back to before his stupid self uttered that sentence.

Taking a deep breath, Feng looked at the quiet face of Goethe, and spoke word by word.

"What will happen to you if I promise to marry you?"

Goethe's eyes flickered slightly, "...blessing..."

Feng's expression suddenly changed.

"that's it?!"

Goethe opened his mouth, but fell silent again.

This unbreakable silence makes people want to smash everything they can touch.

The helplessness may not be that the two cannot understand or trust, but how to get back the broken trust.

It was as if what I was holding was a mirror that had already been broken, and I could see myself in a state of distress in the split lens.

Goethe is running away.

Feng Neng could feel, he could feel the countless doubts and hesitation that surged up in him at this moment.

Maybe he cut himself apart, and the replaceable Goethe looked back?

This sincerity is so pure, why the other party can't accept it.

Or, because I once refused so righteously, so... I lost the qualification to speak up again?

If love is qualified, then whether it is worth it or not, is it impossible to establish?

Right and wrong will only make people sharp from the beginning, hurting each other without knowing it.

Yes, the best example is them in the past.

"If I get married." Feng stood, looking down into Goethe's eyes, "Our future will be completely gone."

Goethe looked away, showing some hesitation on his face.

"Feng...sometimes I don't understand what you... are thinking."

"I'm thinking of you." Feng squatted down, reached out to hold Goethe's hand, and the tentacles were full of desolation, "The only thing I've been thinking about is you."

Goethe's eyes turned red, but he controlled his expression well.

"I have no idea……"

His head was confused, and he knew what Feng meant.

If Feng gets married, then they will be just strangers from now on. Maybe if time goes on, the relationship between the two will be buried in the turbulent waves of memories, and there will be no more traces.

It's a pity that this word... is the most distressing, but also the most powerless.

Now maybe I am willing to take this step, and the future of the two will be different.

But...he was already very tired.

Sometimes the word tired can’t be said casually. Once everything is found with this reasonable excuse, all the collapse will hit the sky and cover the earth, and some things that have been struggling to support will be instantly knock down.

Goethe suddenly discovered that he had been entangled in this emotion for such a long time.

Every minute and every second, when I think of it, there is nothing but the painful inability to breathe.

The good memories Feng left him only added to the despair in the middle of the night.

Slowly clenched fists lightly tapped on the unconscious legs.

"Feng... It is impossible for my legs to recover."

Although Kay has invited countless famous doctors over the years, he has been sent to many famous hospitals.

But it was already too late. In the year he had trapped himself, he had already lost his best chance to recover.

Feng's throat tightened, as if the other party pushed him away and was knocked out by a car.

There was an explosion-like impact in my ears, and I couldn't even feel the temperature of my blood.

Sometimes fate always proves its superiority and laughs at the childishness of the world.

He thought he was just curious about Goethe, a momentary interest, he thought that he could forget himself by burying himself in a woman, but when the car accident happened, it was just a short moment, it seemed that all his self-esteem was covered up. Flick in the face.

His ignorance, his childishness, and his self-righteousness made Goethe sacrifice.

He thought of Kai's red eyes at that time.

In this dark world, they have long since had blood on their hands, and they have long been indistinguishable from each other.

But Goethe couldn't... and shouldn't be involved here.

The most innocent Goethe was sacrificed, like the most perfect mockery of heaven.

Since then, Kai's guilt towards Goethe has turned into a lawless indulgence. He will do everything Goethe needs for him. He will never lose his temper in front of Goethe, and always face him with the best side.

And himself, since then, has been rejected outside the emotional line, in order to compensate for what he will never be able to compensate.

The car accident injured three people.

But Kay has found his own happiness, what about him and Goethe?

Feng took a deep breath, as if swallowing the trembling breath back into his stomach.

He lowered his head slowly, and put his head on those legs while Goethe was trembling inadvertently.

He held Goethe's hand tightly, as if at this moment, he was not the heir of the Leger family, the leader of the second largest family of the Mafia, or that cruel and indifferent ruthless man.

Just a... kid who lost the one he loved the most.

Tears rolled down hot and dripped into the palm of Goethe's hand. Goethe was startled and lowered his head in surprise. In the dim light, the figure of the man seemed so at a loss.

"What should I do..."

Feng's voice was hoarse, "How can I compensate you? Tell me..."

Goethe's lips trembled slightly, he raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and tried hard to let the tears flow back.

"Perhaps, we should choose a new path."

He heard himself say it.

"You should have your own choice..."

Sometimes, tenderness is not all so touching.At least for Goethe, Kai and Feng's 180-degree change after the car accident did not make Goethe happy.

Even though he lost his legs, he still managed the O'Malley family well.

He didn't feel sorry for himself or anyone.

It was his own choice to push Feng away. If Kai was standing there at that time, maybe he would have rushed out without even thinking about it.

But these two people always carried a deep sense of guilt towards him.

Kai's concessions and Feng's overtures just kept throwing the words "disabled", "incompetent" and "unable to survive independently" in front of his eyes again and again.

Even if he knew it was just his own idea, Kai and Feng didn't think so.

However, he still couldn't stand it.

He didn't want to accept sympathy and pity, and now he couldn't tell whether Feng really changed his mind, or just because he felt too guilty...

Perhaps, Feng himself didn't know either.

Goethe's voice echoed quietly in the room, and the heat in his palm became more and more hot.

"Feng... My legs are not getting better. I am no longer worthy of standing by your side. The person you need should be a dazzling existence that can be admired by everyone."

Just like Yuanfang, if it weren't for his arrogant self-confidence and that never-depressed look, Kai would not have fallen in love with him.

For a person who is always sunk in the darkness, the irresistible light, involuntarily pulling the hand of the other party out of the swamp, is Kai, Feng... and what I need most.

And I, no longer have such a confident light forever.

He is a coward, he cowardly trapped himself, hoping that someone would take him away without explanation, but he couldn't fully trust him.

This may be what Yuanfang once said, painting the ground as a prison.

"I won't get married." Feng raised his head suddenly, his eyes were red, as if he had made up his mind, or was breaking a pot.

"I will only pester you for the rest of my life. If someone approaches you, I will get rid of him mercilessly! You will never want to push me away in this life! Even if it is death! Die together!"

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Goethe relaxed slightly when he heard something in his heart.

"If you care about your legs, I will be your legs from now on, and I will take you wherever you go!"

"Even if it's the end of the world!"

"Even if it's hell!"

"You are my only brilliance! No one else's brilliance can compare with yours!"

"Goethe, I love you."

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Goethe felt the self imprisoned in his heart, and slowly raised his head.

He felt that the dungeon was being violently shaken, and Feng's voice was like a hammer, slamming hard on the chains that imprisoned him.

"You know... what are you talking about?"

Goethe looked at him tremblingly, "You are the heir of the Liege family, you..."

"All I know is that I, von Otto Leger, value Goethe Sarre O'Milly more than the family."

"If you're not sure what I mean, no