[Comprehensive British and American] 280 days of tragedy

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If you are gone, no matter how good the world is, it is just a desert in my eyes, and I am like a lonely ghost.

There are many theories about the pictures that people will see when they are dying.

See the family members who have passed away, the flashbacks of the past life, or - the person I love most in my heart.

Cut into shards of light, limited air escapes from the corners of the lip, creating strings of tiny bubbles.His vision was blurry, and his chest was burning heavily and painfully from the suffocation.In the dark environment, the fingers scratched unconsciously, only the water slipped away from the fingertips, and the body became heavy, as if being dragged to the depths by something forcefully, an inescapable pressure.

More air bubbles were scrambling to escape from the body, and the airless water was almost suffocating. At this moment, she felt something gripping her fingers.

The golden-brown hair fluttered in the water, and the visitor pinched her chin without hesitation, her lips became extremely warm in the icy water, and the air poured into her body from his lips, as if being subjected to a violent blow. With the impact, her vision became clear for a moment.

It's Harry.

She saw his blue eyes close at hand, more transparent and cold than jewels.Madness and rage formed a bottomless vortex in his eyes, as if he couldn't hide his panic if he didn't do so.

Closing his eyes in pain, he couldn't wait to drag Ye An into the abyss of coma.She felt the touch of her wrist being tightly held, but she had lost all the strength to respond, and could only gently bite the corner of his lips, like the wind brushing her cheek inadvertently.

Darkness swept everything, and she completely lost her connection with the world.

When her consciousness returned to the world, she almost thought she was in heaven.

White walls, white sheets, everything white, including her fingers carefully wrapped in white gauze.Ye An reached out and touched his neck, only to hear the rubbing sound of gauze and gauze, rustling.

The sunlight illuminates the room brightly through the thin curtains. This kind of light is just enough for Ye An to see the surroundings clearly, but it won't be too glare to make her feel too uncomfortable.

She was alone in the room.The air is filled with the smell of disinfectant solution unique to the hospital, and even the flowers placed by the bed cannot hide it.There is also an instrument in the room, making a rhythmic beeping sound, which is the same frequency as her heart contraction. Ye An looked down at the sensor and needle clamped on his index finger, followed his gaze upwards, and watched the section extending to Gauze under the sleeves.

The itching from the injury started to heal made her very uncomfortable.

Ye An resisted the urge to scratch the itch and sat up. After time, the memory of the last scene finally returned to his brain.

in that battle.

She wanted to push the venom into the bioelectric pool, but he pulled her down together.

The moment she entered the water, she seemed to see something, but she was not sure. When she woke up, she was here, which seemed to be a hospital-like place.

[Hospital. ]

She heard a thump in her heart, and floated up: "Oops." The bold and bold font was followed by a few exclamation points to remind her of the crisis she was about to face.

How should I explain this to Harry?Harry is angry what should I do?Why is there no superhero who specializes in saving emotional crises?Is it too late to escape now?

Saving the world is a momentary pleasure, an emotional crisis crematorium.

Ye An stared at the wall in front of him, trying hard to think of a remedy, should he call Pietro and ask him about the tricks he learned in the TV series?

At this moment, the doorknob was twisted, and it was slightly pushed open. Ye An was staring at the door as if facing the enemy, and the overly tense heartbeat made the instruments beside him beep at high speed.

The person behind the door sensed something was wrong, and pushed open the door suddenly. A man in a long black trench coat was holding a cup of coffee, and he and Ye An stared at each other for two seconds.

Ye An: ...

The man in black: ...

"Oliver?" Ye An was confused, but breathed a sigh of relief: "Why are you here?"

Oliver came back to his senses and took a step forward, the distance was just enough for him to close the door.He took a sip of coffee, walked slowly to the bed, put one hand in his pocket, and said to Ye An: "You sent your boyfriend to my house, do you remember?"

"I'm in Star City?"

"New York." Oliver opened the chair beside the bed and sat down, and put the coffee on the table, "Don't you remember?"

Ye An shook his head in a daze.

"You suddenly appeared in my swimming pool with wounds all over your body." He sighed and explained, "Then your boyfriend drove you all the way and sent you to the hospital."

Wasn't that scene a dream?

The swimming pool, the floating and bursting bubbles, the bloodshot and black hair floating in the water, the eyes that are colder than the Greenland ice cap, and the tactile sensation of being bitten on the lips.

Ye An unconsciously touched her lips, such a shallow wound could hardly leave any marks on her body, even the wound under the gauze has almost healed.

"Does the wound hurt?" Oliver asked, looking at Ye An's dazed look.

"No." She came back to her senses and apologized with an embarrassed look: "I'm sorry...about yesterday's accident."

"You should be sorry, and pay for my wine cabinet by the way. Your boyfriend is more irritable than I thought." Oliver wasn't very angry, even though Harry knocked over his collection of wine, including a bottle of 62-year-old Dalmore.

"Harry——" Ye An was at a loss, he didn't know how to explain Harry's desire to control too much sometimes, and he would appear very impatient when it came to her matters, as if he was eager to stuff her into his In the pocket, not letting anyone know is as overbearing.She thought about a lot of explanations, but found that none of them were suitable to say, so she could only change the subject vaguely: "I will compensate you according to the price for any losses you have. I really troubled you yesterday."

Oliver shook his head, and didn't care about those losses. Those losses were just a drop in the bucket for him. He was more puzzled by Ye An's choice.

Harry Osborn, he is no stranger to this name.The new president of Aoshi Enterprises, smart, proud, young and ambitious, pointed out that he was Green Arrow at the first sight of meeting yesterday, expressing his control over Ye An's circle of friends, and from time and place As well as some details in the clues, his identity was deduced.

Carefully deliberating from his words, it's like knowing Ye An from the beginning and monitoring him all day.

"Too much trouble, the question is how much you trust him."

"Did something happen?" Oliver's expression was serious, his brows sank, and his deep blue eyes were full of probing expressions, which made Ye An worry about whether Harry had done something else, and asked nervously.

"Just asking." Oliver didn't want to explain, but said vaguely.

Ye An didn't think this was a 'just asking' attitude.She leaned back on the soft pillow, looked down at her gauze-wrapped fingers, calmed down and wanted to think, but in fact her mind was blank and distracted.

The room was quiet, and no one interrupted the quiet atmosphere.

After a long time, Ye An seemed to come back to his senses, and murmured as if he was still in deep thought: "I should... marry him."

Oliver, who was drinking coffee, was slightly taken aback by the explosive news, suppressed the desire to cough after being choked, and cleared his throat vigorously as if to cover up.

After Ye An finished speaking, he felt self-consciously embarrassed, which could be heard from the beeping sound on the instrument that suddenly became faster.

After finally letting out a sigh of relief, Oliver glanced sideways at the machine, and Ye An immediately pulled out the sensor on his finger, and the sound of the machine turned into a peaceful and piercing "Di——"

He got up and turned off the machine, sat down again, thought for a while and persuaded, "You don't think about it anymore?"

Ye An was stunned for a moment: "Why do you ask that?"

"I just don't think we are suitable for dating or forming a family." Oliver folded his hands on his chest and leaned back on the back of the chair, his slightly dark eyes seemed to indicate the fact that he was lying, "Our identities doom us Not ordinary people."

"There is no conflict." Ye An said, "For many people, the identity of a hermit means that she will be a superhero, but under that title, I am just an ordinary person wearing a superhero appearance." people."

"Ordinary people who smile when they are happy, cry when they are sad, and die when they are hurt. Naturally, there will be people who value them, and they will become happy because of love."

Harry may still have many flaws, and his character is destined to cause many frictions in the later years.

There may be quarrels, but she will try to change herself, or make him understand.

A long time ago, she also thought that she would be like this, chasing the goal left by her father until the end of everything came.She has always insisted on this dream. If she can sacrifice herself in exchange for the survival of more people, she will choose death without hesitation. This is what she should do.This kind of decision-I think the professor, Oliver or others can understand her idea, to protect the ordinary and happy life of most people is their common goal.

Until she met Harry.

"I will look forward to another life." Ye An turned her head and looked out of the window, the wind lifted the curtains, through the gap she could see the continuous white clouds and the blue sky in the distance, "I don't need my talent or ability, And it has nothing to do with mutants or genes."

She said, laughing unconsciously.

"Being with Harry gave me a... peace of mind. For the first time, I started to stray from the goals other people gave me, and developed my own selfish desires - I wanted to continue living like this. Not a hero I will have my own child, I will watch him grow up, I will spend a quiet life with the person I like, and I will grow old with him.”

"I want this life."

Oliver still wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.He just stood up and patted Ye An's head. There were complex colors in his eyes, mixed with a kind of deepness that she couldn't understand and a touch of exclamation, "I wish you good luck."

He turned and opened the door, and there was a man in a suit standing outside.

With the same blue eyes, the eyes of the person outside the door looked deep and gloomy in the dim light, like a wolf watching in the dark, possessively watching the enemies appearing in his territory.

"Harry?" Ye An in the room poked his head slightly.

The man blinked, and his breath eased instantly.He took a step and passed Oliver.

The wind became heavier in an instant, blowing and rustling the branches, and Oliver turned his head unconsciously.

Before the door was closed by the wind, he saw the shadows of two people on the ground protracted by the sunlight, their heads closely overlapping each other.Time passed, the door returned to its original position, and two worlds were separated.

He puts his hands in his pockets and walks down the empty hallway, reserving the privacy of a couple who don't seem right.

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"What are you doing?" Harry pinched Ye An's face with a dark face, and pushed her away.

She pursed her water-colored and lubricated lips, like an innocent black hairball, trying hard to please him, her black eyes showed a look of embarrassment: "I'm apologizing."

"Apologize?" Harry glanced at her unexpectedly, let go of his hand and sat on the edge of the bed, put one hand on her side, lowered his body, and asked in a soft voice: "Then what do you say you did wrong? "

Ye An was forced by him, retreated unconsciously, leaned on the soft pillow, and said with a dazed look: "What did I do wrong...?"

She didn't feel that she had done anything wrong, and she only apologized because she thought he would be angry.

"Ye'an!" A trace of anger flashed across Harry's face, and even his gaze became sharp and terrifying.

She thought hard, and opened her mouth tentatively.

"Are you...meaning that I went to fight alone yesterday?" Harry didn't seem to agree with her approach, but she didn't think she did anything wrong. "About this, I didn't do anything wrong."

Her unconscious answer irritated him.

He sneered, and said sharply, "For the sake of others—"

"no."

Two voices broke the quiet and tense air at the same time.

Harry's dark and cold eyes stopped for an instant, and he stared into the depths of her eyes as if frozen.

She opened her eyes calmly and without any concealment, and looked at him deeply.Brings Harry's mind back to when they first met.In the rotten and turbid bar, in the dark world full of alcohol and waste, she was incompatible with the chaotic atmosphere around her, and she came to him with an aura like clear water, and she also had such clean black eyes, with an undisguised clear color.

"You already knew—the target of the venom was me."

Harry didn't respond, his breathing increased unconsciously, and the white sheet was slowly deformed under the squeeze of his fingers.

"As long as his target is me, even if I don't go, he will find him sooner or later, and hurt the people around me." Ye An stretched out his hand to cover the back of his hand, his voice was soft like a morning The wind, which was light and powerless, hit his heart so hard: "Capturing a large number of mutants will attract the attention of the guards, so you will be the top priority. You have no power, not mutants, but Mr. Norman's." Child, then compared to other options, taking you away is the option with the least loss."

"You are more important to me than anyone else."

This sentence is so familiar and clear to draw out the memory deeply hidden in my mind, the dark space, the woman with ponytail, the light reflects a cold light on her mask, and the expression in her eyes cannot be seen clearly while wearing the mask.

Before she left, the words she said——

[You are more important to me than others. ]

"I apologize for all the things that hurt you because of my personal considerations. It's just that if I do it again, I will still make the same choice." She said in a low voice: "I don't want to lose you."

The memory continued, she pushed him away, only for a second, the last scene was the picture of her standing alone in the room, looking at him.

She lied to him.

Harry gasped violently, wanting to growl or drag her to lose his temper, but he suppressed it forcefully.The intense emotions kept changing in those eyes, and finally pursed his lips without saying a word, just looking at her like this, as if he had a lot to say to her, and seemed to have lost all the words he wanted to say in an instant.

The anger fell silent, and the silence began to freeze.

"From the very beginning, I have nothing to do with you." Harry straightened up, grabbed her bandaged arm, showed a sad and sad expression, and finally said with a sigh, "Whenever."

As soon as he showed this expression, Ye An became uneasy: "Harry..."

His blue eyes were filled with deep and strong emotions, and the faint shadows under his eyes made him look sickly pale. Despite the silent silence, he could feel the pain that was almost on the verge of collapse.

"Does it hurt?" He rubbed the gauze with his fingertips.

Ye An shook his head, the wound under the gauze was almost healed, it just looked tragic.She cared more about Harry than this, and asked hesitantly, "Are you... still angry?"

"Angry?" He repeated her words very lightly, and seemed to be at a loss for a moment, and there was a kind of fragility on the face where all the emotions had faded, as if it would break at the touch of a touch, "Maybe."

"I thought you were dead," he said, "lying in my arms, cold all over, barely breathing."

"You say, what should I do?"

This is an unsolvable proposition. As Oliver said, people like them are not suitable for forming a family at all.Can they throw away their sense of responsibility?Can you give up the idea of ​​helping others?The price of pursuing an ordinary life is to give up what she once insisted on. Can she do it?

This is not a smooth road, but a tightrope on the abyss, and bare feet on the thorny road.

She walked on this road alone for a long time, and it was the only belief that Uncle Ye Wen left for her, and it became her only belief in the end.After losing all the time, this once became her strength to survive, wanting to change the world little by little, wanting to be like Uncle Ye Wen.

However, she didn't want such a wish to hurt Harry, and she didn't want to bring him any pain and struggle because of her persistence.

Maybe Ye An kept silent for too long, but Harry suddenly stood up.

"You just woke up, let's rest for a while." As he said that, he turned around and was about to leave. He just took one step, but he couldn't take the second step no matter what.

Only then did Ye An realize that he subconsciously grabbed Harry's clothes.

What can she say?She is willing to give up persistence and give up the ideas that have survived.In case something happens again next time, can you guarantee that you will not help others or get hurt because of others?

When he turned his head back, he let go of his hand as if he had been scalded.

Can you forgive her?If she doesn't want to give up, can she still accept her?

The atmosphere became tense the moment she let go of her hand.

Really - can this be done?

And that tension shattered when she took his fingers again.

"Harry." She opened her lips, and the white mist dissipated in the air, "I—"

Harry lowered his eyes as if listening.

"I'm really sorry for hurting you." She spoke with difficulty, with a sad and sad expression on her face following the words, as if she was extremely disappointed in herself: "I have no choice but to know Know that you will be safer and happier with someone else than with me."

"but."

She took a deep breath, raised her eyes and looked at him without dodging, her eyes were sincere and calm, and her black eyes gradually became firm, like a swordsman holding his only weapon, making a last desperate attempt.

"I really want to be with you. You are more important to me than anyone else. I don't want to lose you."

"What proof do you have?" Harry turned around, looked down at her, didn't take his hand away, but clenched it tightly, looked at her and said, "You don't have any credibility anymore."

Ye An was taken aback, as if he still didn't understand the meaning of his words, and kept looking up at him, a little dazed.

But when she finally came back to ask, her thoughts were interrupted by something lying on Harry's other palm.

A ring lay alone on the open palm.

She looked at the ring, couldn't react for a while, then moved her gaze to Harry's eyes, and saw an inconspicuous light flash in his eyes.

Fingers stiff and bewildered.

"Sure enough..." he murmured, retracting his palm.

"Wait." Ye An suddenly came back to his senses, and grabbed Harry's wrist holding the ring.But he hesitated for a few seconds.Harry waited patiently, watching her slowly reach out to him, palm down, palm relaxed on his.

She sat on the edge of the bed while Harry turned completely around and half-kneeled gravely.Holding the ring in one hand and holding her left hand in the other, under her gaze, holding the elegant ring, slowly and irresistibly fastening it on her ring finger.

He was half-kneeling, and the golden light hit Harry's hair, giving people a sense of holiness shrouded in sunlight, which was incredibly beautiful.The slender fingers intersected with hers, and the silver brilliance shone during it. He slowly lowered his head, and printed his lips on her ring-wearing finger, without saying a word for a long time.

Ye An froze in front of the bed for a moment, his head filled with panic and panic finally felt that something was wrong.

Soon, the half-kneeling man stood up straight, and the suppressed expression on his face disappeared. The corners of the lips on his young face were curved, and he looked at her like a fox staring at a rabbit, with a sly expression.

— cheated.

Ye An reacted belatedly, she was inexplicably trapped like this.

Harry bent down, pinched Ye An's chin and kissed her in a good mood, rubbed his wide palm down her hair, slid to her waist as if he couldn't put it down, and bit the corner of her lip again , said contentedly: "It's still too simple, Ann."

Ye An couldn't believe it: "You just..."

"I've said it many times, you're so naive." Harry clasped her wrist firmly with his cool palm, and stroked her soft cheek with the other hand, with a scheming smile, sighed and satisfied He said: "From the very beginning, I never thought of letting you go, and you have already agreed to my marriage proposal and will soon become my wife."

"...You know that I never doubt your words." Ye An finally understood completely, and pushed Harry angrily.

"You can keep it up." Harry lowered his head and casually untied the gauze on her finger, asking as if casually, "Does the wound still hurt?"

"It's healed, and there was no wound at all." Ye An replied unconsciously, before he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered a very important matter, and asked quickly: "I slept for a few days, what's the date today!"

"Huh? It's number 2." He lowered his head, wrapped his arms around her body and pushed her onto the bed.

"Oops, school starts—wait a minute, Harry, what are you doing?" Ye An dully noticed that the bandage on his arm had been untied and thrown on the ground, and even the hem of his clothes had been lifted up.

He raised his head, put one hand on her ear, with pity in his eyes, licked his lips and said in a low voice: "Huh? This should be considered—"

Ye An saw that Harry was already unbuttoning his jacket, and the black suit was ruthlessly thrown on the back of the chair. She felt a sudden chill in her shoulders, and she could not help but stiffly pressed against his chest and asked, "What is it?"

He showed a dangerous smile, squinted his blue eyes, and kept unbuttoning her blouse with his fingers, and replied word by word: "Settle accounts after autumn."

"Wait, that—I still have something to say." He grabbed his sleeve to resist.

"Hmm... talk while you're doing it." Harry gagged her mouth neatly, and squeezed his whole body onto the bed.

"It's not clear in this situation." Ye An struggled hard.

"Then talk about something else..." Harry panted close to her ear, and said with a chuckle: "For example-you want to give birth to my child and watch him grow up."

After he finished speaking, before Ye An could continue to refute, he blocked all her next words with a kiss.

Ye An found that at this moment, she could no longer accuse him of eavesdropping, the strength of her struggle was gradually suppressed, and finally there was only a faint gasp.

Sunshine came in through the window, and the golden light filled the whole room, and the wind swept the fallen leaves away, falling on the flowers far away.

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