[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

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The bitterest tears are shed from the grave for the unsaid and the undone.

"Loki, this is Vesper's scepter." Thor handed over the spiritual scepter brought back from the battlefield to his younger brother.

Vespain Malekith condensed all the magic power of the fatal blow and fell off the Rainbow Bridge and disappeared into the wild universe. This scepter was the only thing she left.

In the dim bedroom, Loki was dressed in a majestic golden armor and dark green robe, his noble and handsome face was hidden in the darkness, showing a dangerous violence and arrogance.

He took the scepter, and rubbed the uneven texture on the scepter with his pale and cold fingers, "Let Heimdall carefully explore the Nine Realms to find Vespa, and don't dare to try to perfuse me."

Looking at his brother's gloomy expression, Thor felt as if his chest was blocked, "It's not just me, countless protoss warriors on the battlefield witnessed Vespa being hit to the point by the dark elf leader Malekith. A fatal blow that gathered all the dark power of Malekith, no one can survive under such a terrifying force."

Thor looked sad. When he was smashed into the boulder by the monster Kex and almost died, it was Vespa who saved him. She even saved the entire Asgard at the end, at the cost of her life.

He looked at Loki's self-deceiving expression, and told his brother the truth in a pitiful voice, "Vespa is dead, Loki, she is dead."

"Do you think she is an ordinary goddess of the underworld?"

As the kingdom of Hell, the God of Death in the Nine Realms, the cold and misty underworld can only be reached by the dead. The magic power of the gods in the underworld is always inferior to that of Asgard, but Vespa almost showed cosmic power in the final battle. .

Loki's face was pale, his tone was harsh and sharp, his voice was dark and cold like a ghost, and it was frightening, "Move your stupid head and think about her, she killed Malekith with this scepter that condensed all her divine power, Saved all the Asgardians on the battlefield! How dare you treat her like an ordinary goddess of the underworld!"

There was an imperceptible madness on his noble and elegant handsome face, "She must still be alive. If Heimdall dares to say that she disappeared into the universe again, the place where he is stationed day and night, I am afraid it should be from Bifrost Rainbow." The bridge is replaced by a prison."

Thor gave up trying to persuade Loki, he sighed, "I think you'd like to be alone for a while now."

Loki looked unmoved and silently watched him leave.

He gently placed the spiritual scepter on the thick nanmu classical desk, and at the same time, the magnificent bedroom of the God of Lies gradually shed its illusion disguise.

On the ground paved with gold bricks, expensive and exquisite tables and chairs and colorful decorations were scattered randomly, and there were sharp fragments of ceramic and crystal utensils everywhere.

In front of the black thick nanmu desk, the majestic golden armor on his body is no longer there, the dark green close-fitting double-breasted robe has become messy, and even the meticulous black hair that is always combed is loose.

Loki's face was pale, and he sat on the chair indifferently, trying to drive Thor's "she's dead" out of his mind.

His stomach was twisted into a ball, and it was hard to breathe as if his heart was being tightly grasped. Loki tried his best to get rid of this uncomfortable feeling.

He took out a thick book from the bookshelf. The old spine of the black leather cover turned out to be Shakespeare's work, and the gilded gold-plated text clearly wrote - Romeo and Juliet.

In that beautiful night, Vespa stood under the window sill, unable to hide his true love like a French girl who fell in love. She held a bouquet of fresh and pleasant flowers in her hand, and stared at him with deep green eyes like the dark night— —

"What is that light that lights up in the window? That is the east, and you are the sun. My love, the brilliance of your face will eclipse the brightness of the stars, as the lamps are eclipsed by the morning sun; so is your charming eye. Bright enough to make the birds sing that the night is past. I look up at you in the night, like a mortal man whose eyes are open to the gods."

What did he say then?

Loki's heart ached in an instant, and his gorgeous and bewitching voice was hoarse, "Vespa, come back, I won't despise that bouquet of Dendrobium anymore."

He opened Shakespeare's book in silence, and inside the page was a dried white Dendrobium orchid, with bright yellow stamens and light, white petals, beautiful and sweet, and then he saw the thin photo paper under the Dendrobium orchid.

In the photo of the atrium that he once disliked, the Bridge of Sighs in Venice seemed to cast a sad shadow in the night, and Vespa was closing his eyes and kissing him with a smile, as devout and sincere as looking at a god.

"Vespa..." he called to his femme fatale, but there was no answer.

Loki stared at the photo for a long time, trying to convince himself that Vespa's departure would not bring him endless pain, until he found the writing on the back of the photo.

The black cursive characters are as gorgeous as that femme fatale——

"Towards the end of the afternoon

i'm saying goodbye as i'm used to

a vague pain of leaving you

let me know i'm in love with you

You are the wayward beauty I will never forget

Like a miracle born, like a dream"

The intense pain in his heart made his pale hands tremble slightly, and the bone-biting grief spewed out almost instantly, almost burning his sanity.

"No, no, Vespa," his vision was blurred and red, and he murmured as if talking to himself, "Don't be self-willed, come back soon."

And the only response to him was the death-like silence in the palace.

Finally, Loki could no longer bear the emptiness and silence in the palace. He sat in front of the classical thick nanmu table with a condensed expression, but his divine power began to radiate hysterically.

There was a violent breath in the air, and he let his desire to destroy, the bright crystal lamp couldn't bear the overflow of divine power, it exploded and shattered.

Sharp crystal shards slashed across his angular pale cheeks, leaving glaring bloodstains, but Loki didn't respond, as if he had already lost consciousness of the pain.

In a trance, he seemed to see the graceful figure of Vespa appearing in front of his eyes, her hands passing through his waist and hugging him deeply, the warm and soft touch almost made him cry.

"Loki, when are you going to say those three words to me?" Her voice was soft, but it sounded sad.

Loki's voice was hoarse, "I—"

"No, you will never say it." Vespa suddenly interrupted him, struggling to get out of his embrace, her green crystal-like deep eyes were full of shattered pain, her voice gradually became colder, and the corners of her mouth rose mockingly, "You Never loved me."

She shrank back, getting farther and farther away from him, her eyes were cold, and her frown was sweet and harsh, "I really regret meeting you, Rocky Lawson."

"No, Vesper—" Loki growled, watching her dissipate like burning ashes until she disappeared completely.

See, he'd never be able to say the words she expected, even in the hallucinations he created with illusions, he couldn't subconsciously be committed to her.

That's why he lost Vespa, and it was his own fault.

Loki stretched out the back of his hand to cover his eyes, and he murmured, "I'll give you the skinny street

hopeless sunset

wild moon

I give you the sorrow of a man who looked long and long at the lonely moon

I give you the memory of a yellow rose I saw one evening many years before you were born I give you my loneliness

my darkness

my heart's hunger

I try to impress you with confusion, danger, failure"

The glamorous and beautiful girl seemed to appear in front of Loki's eyes.

Her eyes under her long black eyebrows are reserved and restrained, which increasingly highlights the cruelty under her coquettish face. There seems to be a kind of weird gothic beauty in her breath, which is heartbreaking to see.

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