[Comprehensive British and American] 280 days of tragedy

If he just wanted to use her at the beginning, then does the painful psychology now come from the panic of death, or from the love he couldn't dream of.

The warmth on the palm has not completely dissipated, and the hand that regained strength tightly holds the cold pistol.He could feel the screaming sound of the small gun in his palm. Harry raised his hand and looked at the handle. The gun was gradually eroded by the cold frost, and finally turned into a pile of green dots, which exploded. go.

The gentle scent of flowers slowly encroached on his sense of smell from the cuffs, it was left when Ye An held his clothes just now, just like her own character, tormenting him so ignorantly and ambiguously.

Almost tearing out all his sanity, she comes with redemption only to thrust him into another hell.

Ye An, Ye An.

Harry murmured the name, spit it out of his mouth repeatedly, and flowed into his limbs and bones along the air, burning every blood vessel in him. They wrapped around his body with hideous faces, as if It was like a thorn that trapped his heart.

"I won't leave you." Her beautiful eyes were as deceptive as ever, he was indulging in her eyes, indulging in her own world in her eyes.

"Feel sorry."

So he was deceived, and fell into it easily, but he was still deceiving himself, just wanting to use her.

Harry went back to the car, pulled out a gun, and walked back.

He loaded the bullets one by one, and the cold bullets left marks on his fingers. He stuffed the magazine into the gun and opened the safety lock.

She is not in love with him yet.

This kind of cognition is so clear, he found out the moment he understood his feelings, love is like lava lurking in the deepest part, just waiting to be discovered when it erupts violently, destroying everything in the blink of an eye.That emotion was so crazy that it was almost destroyed, and it kept shouting in his mind.

Harry raised his gun and pointed it at the man inside. He took out the detonator from his arms and planned to kill everyone.

"boom."

The woman in the cheongsam turned around suddenly and met his gaze through countless people.

She looked at him with shocked eyes at first, followed by confused eyes, and finally she seemed to realize something.

Waking up the moment the police broke in, she pushed away the person standing in front of her and rushed to him.

The warm and floral scents intersected again, she hugged him, slapped the gun away from his hand and said, "It's okay, you didn't mean it."

Harry hugged Ye An tightly.

Ye An was wearing a coat, leaning against the pillar and waiting for the police to register.

The calf was scratched by some sharp weapon just now, leaving a long and narrow wound, Ye An didn't pay much attention to it, and tied a knot hastily around the wound with a shawl.

Most of the people who came to the charity gala were celebrities from the political and business circles. Almost all the policemen went outside to deal with the reporters, leaving only a few policemen to inquire about what happened and collect evidence.

She held Harry's hand all the time, and he had been silent since the shooting, which made Ye An a little worried.

"Okay." The policeman only asked a few simple questions, then nodded to Ye An and Harry, "Miss Ye, Mr. Osborne, you can leave now."

"Thank you." Ye An thanked him politely, and pulled Harry towards the car.

The two were silent all the way, and she didn't know how to comfort each other until they got home.

There were too many things tonight, Bernard had prepared hot water when they came back, and the two of them separated in silence. Ye An looked at the back of Harry leaving alone, wanting to Stop talking.

In the end, he still didn't speak.

The atmosphere between them seemed to freeze for an instant, and even Bernard realized something was wrong.

After Ye An took a shower, he sat on the sofa in the living room and didn't go back to his room.

"Miss Ye."

Ye An suddenly turned his head and saw Bernard holding two cups of hot cocoa in his hands. He looked at the place next to Ye An and asked, "Can I sit down?"

"Of course." Ye An stepped aside.

Bernard handed Ye An a cup of hot cocoa and sat next to her.

"Did something happen between you and the young master?"

Ye An was eager to find someone to talk to and straighten out her disorganized thoughts, so she didn't hide anything, and said to Bernard, "We had a conflict tonight."

She paused and continued: "Criminals entered the venue. After I rescued Harry, he stopped me from going back to save people... Later..."

After thinking about it, Ye An finally didn't tell about Harry's murder. She didn't want to scare Mr. Bernard, so she just sighed and said heavily, "It's all my fault."

Bernard put down his glass, he was thinking about something on his old face, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

The sound of the clock ticking kept ringing in the living room, Ye An stared at the corner of the table lost in thought.

"Miss Ye, I'm actually very glad that you can stay with the young master." Bernard said suddenly.

Ye An raised his head abruptly, a little confused.

"My wife passed away very early, and the master often stays at the company. The young master has been alone at home since he was a child, and has no playmates." Bernard sat on the sofa and slowly talked about the past, "When I was 10 years old, The young master was arranged by the master to enter the boarding school, and when the young master came back, he no longer trusted anyone."

"It's been a really hard time. Before you showed up, I hardly ever saw the young master smile. He's always drinking." Bernard put down his glass and said to Ye An seriously: "If you It's wrong to think that the young master is stopping you, I don't deny it."

"But you need to talk." Bernard stood up after finishing speaking, "I think the young master needs some hot drinks. I made a glass of milk. Can you give it to the young master?"

Ye An was taken aback, before he could react, Bernard quickly stuffed a glass of milk into her hand, beat her waist and quickly left the place, muttering as she walked: "It's not easy to go up the stairs when you're old." convenient."

She looked at the extra milk in her palm, hesitated for a while, and carried the cup upstairs with a heavy heart.

It was only when he stood at the door that he began to hesitate again.

She hadn't figured out how to talk to Harry yet.

At this time, only a 'click' was heard, and the door suddenly opened by itself.

Ye An saw Harry standing on the balcony in his nightgown.

The two looked at each other quietly. After a while, Ye An took a deep breath, walked into the room, closed the door, and put the hot milk on the table beside him.

"Are you okay?" Ye An hesitated for a long time, and finally stood in front of Harry, holding his hand and said.

Her hands were very warm, unlike Harry's usual cool body temperature.

The night Harry came back, he kept thinking about how to keep Ye An.

There is no doubt that he completely screwed up tonight, he lost his mind and made the wrong choice.

From his observations during this period, Ye An is obviously the same kind of person as Professor X. They advocate helping all those in difficulty, and they have a kind and honest factor in their nature, and he tonight But it prevented Ye An from saving people.

Granted, maybe again, he'd do it anyway.He couldn't bet Ye An's life, but maybe he could be a little more tactful.

Before he could think of anything to say, Ye An came over first.

Harry's long silence made her already anxious heart even heavier.

She lowered her eyes and worked hard to organize her vocabulary: "Tonight..."

Harry's fingers twitched slightly, Ye An was startled awake, and his fingers suddenly let go of his palm.

It didn't feel good to be empty-handed, and Harry curled his fingertips.

Ye An took a deep breath, she always had to deal with these things, it was always useless to escape, she had to face the mistakes she made bravely.

She took Harry's hand again, pulled him closer to the warm room, to the edge of the bed, let him sit on the bed, and stuffed the milk glass into his hand.

Harry watched Ye An the whole time, and she was nervous.

"What happened tonight is not your fault." After Ye An opened her mouth, the next words were not so difficult. She squatted in front of Harry and looked at him from bottom to top, "Harry, I know you just You didn't mean to stop him."

Harry finally knew what she was talking about.

She misunderstood, she misunderstood his silence tonight because he just killed someone.

So he was so obedient without explaining, just looking at her quietly.

"You saved everyone." She dryly gave him poor psychological counseling.

Harry lowered his eyes, letting her misunderstand.

Ye An was speechless, she was really not suitable for this kind of psychological counseling role.What should I do next?How did Professor X tutor Qin before?Ye An thought about it carefully, it seems that he played music for her and asked her to rest after talking with her?

She'd better let a professional psychiatrist come.

Ye An stood up, "Everything will be fine, I'll play some music for you, you should go to bed earlier."

As soon as she took the first step, she couldn't move.

Ye An turned around, Harry held her arm, staring at her with his blue eyes.

"I'm just going to play some music."

Harry stubbornly didn't let go, and didn't speak. Ye An had no choice but to follow his force and stop, and asked tentatively, "Then you take a rest?"

Harry still didn't speak.

She took the milk glass from Harry's hand, gently pushed him down on the bed, and covered him with the quilt.Considering that the light can give people a sense of security, Ye An did not turn off the light, but dimmed it a little.

After doing all this, Ye An naturally climbed into bed and slept next to him.

"Go to sleep." Ye An held his hand under the quilt, Harry squeezed back tightly, and then obediently closed his eyes.

Ye An stayed there until Harry's breathing calmed down, and then turned off the light with the remote control. Everything was plunged into darkness, and she closed her eyes to rest with Harry.

Harry didn't open his eyes until Ye An fell asleep, and there was no trace of sleepiness in those eyes.

He stretched out his hand and dragged Ye An into his arms. Her breathing was disordered for a moment, Harry stopped her movements, and after a while she calmed down again, as if she was very familiar with Harry's breath, being held tightly by him There was no response even in my arms.

Harry chuckled.

Fingers slowly inserted into her hair, leaving a kiss on her lips, she fell asleep peacefully, defenseless.He was not impatient, he just kissed slowly, biting the corner of her lips lightly, completely controlling her in his arms.

Why didn't he notice that he has been greedy for this kind of warmth.

She believed him easily again, she hadn't doubted him yet.

There was no escape for her.