[Comprehensive British and American] 280 days of tragedy

Outside the door, Ye An was not as calm as he imagined. Although he had foreseen this kind of scene to some extent, it might take some time before he could truly accept it.

She sat cross-legged on the ground, wishing to be a father... well, no, the feeling of being a mother is not pleasant.She is only 19 years old this year, this matter has not been dealt with properly, a little baby will appear in this world in ten months, and in another ten months, she may be called mother, and there will be money for milk powder Ye An even thought about what to do if a child is really born, and how she should educate a child.

On top of that, there's a good chance this kid is a mutant.

Ye An put one hand on his chin, distracted.

From thinking about how to make money without a degree, to Harry's uncooperative attitude, and all kinds of mutants' information.

The silence made the room seem extraordinarily quiet and empty.This made Ye An a little uneasy. She has never been used to this kind of house. There are only a few people living in it. Occasionally, she can hear her own voice echoing in the space, reminding you of the fact that you are single at this time.

In comparison, the Xavier Gifted School is also very large, but that kind of school should only be called spacious, which is different from this kind of dense silence.There are always different voices spreading from every corner of the school, maybe a little noisy, but full of joy and warmth.Sometimes Professor Xavier or Mr. McCoy would go to the playground to chat with the students, or watch them play the piano. That broadness is joyful and full of vitality.

It's not like here, which makes people feel heavy and has a sense of emptiness that makes it difficult to breathe.

The eustoma that she summoned using her ability when she was playing the violin was still on the balcony, swaying left and right with the wind.She folded a flower with her fingers and pinned it on the violin case. The lavender flower looked very nice against the brown case.

After an unknown amount of time, she heard a 'click' sound behind her.

That was the sound of the door opening. The doctor finally finished talking with Harry and walked out of the room, meeting Ye An who turned his head.

She saw that the doctor's eyes were complicated, and she looked at herself as if she saw something incomprehensible. She nodded at her and left quickly with a group of assistants.

After he left for a while, Ye An stood up and approached the room.

The door was left open, and Harry leaned back in the cold chair, his blue eyes looking at the report on the desktop.There must have been some dispute before, because the ground was littered with paper and pens, and the black liquid was splashed tragically on the ground.

Harry was in the center of the eye of the storm, looking tired in silence.There was a kind of fragility in the air, and the uneasy atmosphere turned into a cloud and surrounded the room.

"Are you okay?" Ye Anshu looked at him from the doorway and asked anxiously.

"Not good." Harry replied succinctly, his icy blue eyes were like shattered glass, shining with shattered cold light.

Ye An is not good at dealing with these things, even though she has cleaned up so many messes.

She remembered what Professor Charles often said: language is a bridge of spiritual communication. When you open your heart and approach another person with kindness, he often cannot firmly reject your heart.

Ye An avoided the mess of papers on the ground, bent down and squatted beside Harry's knees, covered the back of Harry's hands with soft and warm hands, took a deep breath and sincerely apologized.

"I'm sorry for this situation. I know I screwed up your life and I will try to make it up to you."

His palms were cold, as if his skin was so pale that there was no trace of blood, like a dying patient, he couldn't feel any vitality that a human should have.

"Compensation?" He laughed, the laughter was deep and sweet, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and there was still a whistling cold wind in his eyes, which seemed more like he was mocking.

"Yes." Ye An lowered his eyelids, his eyelashes were unexpectedly slender, casting a light shadow under his eyelids, and when he looked up again, he could only see determination in those black eyes, "Do my best, I will use everything for you until you are willing to forgive me."

Her heavy and sure promise is like a knight taking an oath before God, pious and serious.

"Even if I want you to die?" Harry asked.

Ye An looked up at him, his ice blue eyes were cold, like the color peeled off from the sky, clear and free of impurities.She felt that if the owner of these eyes was furious, it would freeze people's blood.It's just that there was a struggle in those light blue eyes at this moment, which made him look so painful and disturbed.

She was silent for not long.Reaching out his hand, he took out a small knife from his pocket, gently took Harry's hand, put it in his hand and clenched it tightly, and finally put it on his neck: "If this is what you want."

The sharp knife cut a bloodstain on her neck almost in the blink of an eye, and the blood flowed down to Harry's finger, and the scalding blood made him wake up in an instant.

"You're crazy!" Harry shook Ye An's hand vigorously, stood up, and the metal knife was thrown onto the table with a crisp sound.

"As you said, I caused this situation. I will take full responsibility for this matter. If death can make you feel better, I will do as you wish."

"You are not afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid." Ye An said calmly, "But I'm also afraid of changing other people's lives."

"I told you to kill someone, will you do it too?" There was an imperceptible tremor in his voice, and Harry asked loudly, trying to use his volume to cover up the fact that his heart was touched.

Ye An looked at him without moving his eyes, then stretched out his hands, stopped on his cheeks, brushed the corners of his tense mouth, and said seriously: "You won't."

"I will." He said grimly.

"You won't, because you are a good person." Facing the coldness, she squeezed out a smile, his shadow was reflected in her black and white eyes, she was so calm, as if she was telling a truth.

Harry looked into her calm eyes, as if he could see her heart beating through her eyes, full of vitality.

"You go." He said suddenly.

Ye An blinked in confusion.

"Before I change my mind, get out of here." He said this, but his palm was holding her wrist vigorously, his tone was full of struggle, his eyes looked directly at her, hesitantly clenched and relaxed, as if There are two personalities in his mind that are tearing at each other's sanity.

"Let's go." He let go of his hand, sighed uncontrollably, and closed his eyes.

"I'm not going."

"I let you go!" he growled in a low voice.

"I won't go." Ye An insisted, "For you."

"For me?" The voice suddenly softened, as if hearing this word for the first time, he disassembled and reassembled the English word, held it on the tip of his tongue, and couldn't help but spit it out gently.

"for you."

All emotions stopped abruptly at this moment.

This word is so unfamiliar, it beat his throbbing heart with moving magic power, and made him calm down slowly.

Like a child who lost his way, he looked at her blankly, and a certain softness was touched deep in his heart, because of the obvious dazed look on his face.Ye An sighed slightly inwardly, and stepped forward to give him a hug.

"You'll regret it." He murmured, hugged her tightly, and buried his head on her neck.

"No, I will not."

After both of them calmed down...it should be said that after Harry calmed down, the two of them calmed down and started talking face to face.

Although Ye An sensitively felt that the other party did not fully trust him, at least there must be something hidden from her, and it was still related to him.But she didn't pay much attention to this point. After all, the time was short, and it was normal not to be trusted.

In order to at least allow Harry to get to know herself briefly, she gave him the student information of Xavier School of Giftedness.

"Are you Canadian?" Harry asked, flipping through the strange student ID card with the photo on it.

"Nationality was done together by Logan back then. He became a Canadian citizen, and by the way, he also got mine." Ye An said honestly, "Actually, I am Chinese."

"It can be seen." Harry nodded, and continued to turn, his eyes stopped when he saw her age.

"You're only 19 years old?" He murmured softly, "Isn't this also a fake?"

Ye An blinked and shook his head.

No wonder Harry was so surprised.In the eyes of Europeans and Americans, the faces of Asians look younger than their actual age, and Ye An always looks calm, as if nothing can stand her emotions, which makes people ignore it subconsciously. She had an immature face.

"Minors are not allowed to enter the bar." Harry suddenly shut up while talking, he also did not enter the bar as an adult.

"No, I'm an adult under Canadian law," she retorted.Ye An thought about it carefully, feeling a little melancholy.One legally just came of age, the other legally minor, and they had to face a fatal accident early on, and this accident was caused by her.

"So, what are you going to do?" Ye An thought of the key question, sat up straight and asked.

"What?" Harry asked curiously.

"Hmm... that child." She couldn't help looking at Harry's belly.

Harry's face darkened, and the students who kept throwing the materials in his hands were scratched and wrinkled the moment they landed in his palms.

She felt murderous, Ye An looked at the man opposite him with displeasure written all over his body, and probably understood his attitude, and continued to add: "I will find a way to make it..."

Ye An was silent for a moment, her words represented the loss of a life, even though it might be a mistake...

No, there is nothing wrong with it, what is wrong is that it appears in the world itself.She had already decided on this ending, but when it was about to happen, the heavy heart in her heart made it difficult to express those two words.She took a deep breath and had to continue: "Disappear."

"What would you do?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"I need a little time." Ye An took another deep breath, trying to keep his tone from being too strange, "As long as your safety is guaranteed."

He was silent, fiddling with the notebook in his hands unconsciously.

He thought about the condition of his body, the arrival of this new life was not useless, it greatly delayed the aggravation of the genetic disease, if according to the doctor, it was the only chance to cure him.

"Actually, I also hope that it can be resolved as soon as possible." Ye An simply clarified the topic at once, "Because the chance of it being a mutant is quite high."

Without waiting for Harry to ask, Ye An continued to add: "Mutants are divided into two types, mutants who are born mutants and mutants who activate genetic transformation later on. I am the former. When I was in my mother's womb, I already had faint mutants. Jojo's memory, according to genetics, the one in your stomach...is very likely to be a natural mutant."

"You mean..." Harry suddenly remembered what the doctor had said, that the child had suppressed the development of the virus.

"I mean, it's very dangerous." Ye An clenched her hands tightly, which was one of the reasons why she had to stay by his side. As an ordinary person, it's quite a scary thing to be pregnant with a born mutant. "Not all mutants are gentle. Some mutants will forcibly deprive the nutrients of the person who raised them. In order to be born as soon as possible, they will try their best to influence the mother's body and create a satisfactory environment for themselves."

Everything can be explained. There is no doubt that the life that thrives in Harry's stomach is a natural mutant. In order to be born smoothly, it suppresses the virus on him in behavior.

"It will hurt you."

It will save me.

The eyes of the two people met in the air, one heavy and one bright.