smoke cyan

He used to think that in a country as lingering as France, probably even the snow is lingering.

But when those hexagonal transparent ice crystals fell down one after another, there was still a coldness piercing through the skin and directly penetrating into the bone marrow.

Patsy didn't know how long he had been waiting outside this villa... There was a thick layer of snow on his brows and hair, the stand-up collar of his coat, and the folds of his clothes that were blown up by the bitter wind.

Those scattered snowflakes fluttered down in front of his eyes again, making him vaguely see those mirror-like ice flowers reflecting the colorful colors from the bright sky.

Paxi just stared at this hazy and beautiful illusion in silence, and there were small cracking sounds in his ears, like a whole piece of crystal cracked in an instant and was about to be annihilated into powder... It was like something important smashed through the air before it disappeared. The final sound of struggling torments his tense nerves all the time.

He watched the surrounding scenery gradually being covered by snow and turned into a vast whiteness, and he could feel his heart sinking little by little, leaving only an empty black hole, and the cold wind poured into it, and there was only a dead echo.

Passy didn't know when he would miss a girl so much if he wasn't in such a lonely and powerless environment.

When he was under the same roof but as a stranger, he had no pity for her, only responsibility... pity that when she had her, he deliberately did not touch the unbearable past, but he also forgot to touch the scar rooted in her heart So that there is no chance to heal.

When he left her, he didn't hesitate at all, even thinking that he had opened up a new life for her, but he ignored how weak she was when he left her, so weak that those people could drag her into the abyss again without any effort... as Experiments also serve as tools.

He has always been "missing" to her.

In a sense, they have always been "missed".

I have never been able to be the best for you, I have never been in contact with such feelings... I only know that when I hug you, I dare not use force anyway, and the sin in my heart is growing like crazy.

Such a wary, addictive, drug-like relationship...can I call it love?Dare I call it love?

Suddenly there was a "squeak" sound in my ears, it was the friction sound made by the bottom of the old-fashioned wooden door rubbing against the snow.

Passy looked up and watched as the gate outside the villa courtyard was slowly pushed open, and his knuckle fingers clenched Augustus who was hidden under the coat.

He took a deep breath of the wet and cold air in the snowy day, and he could feel the coldness that had thinned his nasal cavity membrane inch by inch, and would cut the capillaries there at any time to ooze dark blood.

A camel-colored slim coat, an exquisite buckskin hat, a mild-flavored cigar between his fingers, a lazy but calm demeanor between raising his hand and lowering his eyebrows... Pompeii slowly raised his head towards the direction where he was standing.

When he saw Pompey's familiar cobalt blue eyes that were always lazy but always able to see everything, Percy pulled Augustus away from under the coat without the slightest hesitation, and the blade drew black in midair. The arc of the sky is like the thunder and lightning that suddenly appears in the sky when the rainstorm is about to fall.

He didn't pull out the black hunting knife, but chose to swing it out with the scabbard directly. When his fingertips rubbed against the intricate and delicate carvings on the handle, he felt that the black vines in his heart bound him tightly at this moment. Caustic venom came out.

He was dizzy from the pain but was extremely sober watching this man's handsome face like a sculpture enlarged in front of him, and the expression on his face changed extremely slightly with his swinging movements.

It only took a few seconds for Augustus to shoot down at the target. As Percy expected, this blow failed to damage the man at all. Instead, his attack was blocked by another His mouth was numb from the shock of the more violent parry.

The jackknife that slipped out of Pompeii's cuff reflected bright and dazzling brilliance in the snow. Because of the powerful collision of the cold weapons, the jackknife made a trembling hum and vibrated at a very small speed at a very small range, leaving a clear shadow. thousand.

He looked at Paxi with a subtle look, but he was still unhurried in such a confrontational situation, and he spoke with a hint of teasing:

"The following offenses... How much salary do you think I can deduct from you?"

Paxi gradually raised a thin and cold arc on the corner of his lips, and the originally gloomy eyes were polished instantly. It was a faint light with some kind of longing and even excitement... It was like a wild beast walking alone in the wilderness. Suddenly encountered a prey of equal strength.

"Why didn't you just fire me?"

He suddenly slowed down, and the rhythm of picking the Pompeii jackknife was no longer as crisp and sharp as before, but smooth and unhurried... As he tapped his toes to unscrew a fan-shaped arc, his hand The Augustus turned into a dark shadowy dragon, winding out a twisted arc, roaring furiously, and cut a deep dividing line in the middle of the snow where the two were standing... even cut through the snow under the snow. Hard frozen ground.

The snow piled up between them, countless sporadic snowflakes were blowing up, cutting the faces of both sides like sharp blades with the remaining vitality, sharp but sober pain.

During the confrontation between the two sides, Pompey didn't make any further movements, but Percy could see the lines of his muscles hidden under the soft cloth protrude faintly, and the huge power contained there flowed like water.

Passy knew that his chances of defeating him were almost zero. Pompeii was by no means the bohemian playboy he appeared on the surface.In a sense, Pompeii is the strongest existence of the Gattuso family...whether it is in the control of power or the power brought to him by his own blood.

Part of the snow that fell on his eyelashes melted into cold water and flowed into the pupil of his right eye, which seemed to be burning. Those flames burn hotter.

He never thought of defeating Pompey or disobeying "the will of the Patriarch", which is not so much a provocation as a "proof".

But didn't this man already see what he wanted to prove?

"you have grown up……"

Pompey stared at him for a long time and suddenly sighed out these words. His trimmed brown-gold eyebrows were slightly raised, and the look in his eyes was not sure whether it was relief or relief.

"I've grown up a long time ago..." Paxi's tone was very soft, as if he was talking in his sleep, "It's just that you haven't looked back at me."

"You've always done a good job." Pompey's gaze was fixed on Paxi's clear and distant eyebrows, the quiet expression there always gave him an irresistible familiarity, always reminding him of the similar eyebrows and eyes of a woman, "I've been watching too."

"I never expect too much, but I often wonder what kind of existence I am... Is it just a mistake that didn't have time to be obliterated." A gentle and obedient smile appeared between Paxi's brows, It's like a young man who humbly asks his elders a question, "I think you might be able to tell me the answer."

"You are the nerve center of the family, and there is never any mistake... Caesar needs you too." Pompey spoke flatly, his slender fingers brushed off the falling snow on the brim of his hat, and the light in his cobalt blue pupils returned to a quiet and smooth mirror-like Reflecting the faces of the young people in front of you, "You will have something that matches you, and that will be my reward for you."

Percy seemed to have paused for a moment because of his words, and immediately raised a respectful smile on his face. The pronunciation of every word that came out of his mouth was elegant, mellow and peaceful, as if he was stating the most objective facts:

"Power, woman... Of course you won't let me have those things that were supposed to belong to Master Caesar..."

His words suddenly changed, and the words were as cold as a knife, and the light of the knife was like water, and it was about to be engraved into Pompeii's mind:

"But that doesn't mean I don't deserve it."

"Everything I have run since I was a teenager has focused on the interests of the family. I have never disobeyed your wishes or the wishes of the family..."

"You asked me to be familiar with Greek mythology when I was young, and the keynote and general knowledge of Greek mythology is that everything cannot escape the fate that dominates everything... I know this is my established destiny, and it is the shackles that fate has put on me I have no intention of breaking free..."

"But no matter what, I still want you to understand that all of this is due to my own choice, not the lowliness of blood as the family asserted."

The two of them were silent for a long time, they looked at each other in the howling cold wind, their eyes traced back to the swaying time and space as far as possible, only the sound of dense snow falling wantonly echoed in their ears.

"Because of that girl?" Pompeii suddenly took a step towards him, his eyes getting darker, "Is it because of Gulweger?"

"Theuterusisavailableforuse." When he uttered this string of words again, there was no longer any shock or despair from the bottom of his heart in Passy's eyes, only a very shallow but sharp sarcasm remained, "If it is for this reason Keep the last Gurveig, then I'd rather she be completely wiped out when she was in Afghanistan...by myself."

"Don't you like her?" Pompeii seemed a little surprised, but the words he said were so natural, as if he was stating an obvious thing, he took out a cigar again and tried to light it, "The weather is so terrible." cold……"

Percy froze in place for a moment, the gears in his brain were spinning crazily, trying to quickly digest Pompey's shocking words that had no clear meaning but were straightforward.

If not to keep Gullweger for Caesar's heir, what would it be?

"Don't you like her?" Pompeii put away the jackknife in his hand and took a puff of the relit cigar. In an instant, he was that unruly handsome old man again. There is a smile... It is the kind of relieved smile that fathers only have when they look at their sons who have grown up and are able to make achievements.

"Sometimes I want you to have things too... while you're still alive."

"If you have a girl you like, you have to get it. If you have a car you want, you have to buy it home... Is it really so... unforgivable for a father to do something for his good son?"

As Pompeii's tone gradually brightened, Passy suddenly realized that the purpose of all that Pompeii did was beyond his imagination... It was for him, for the sake of being in a certain sense by the family. Abandoned him.

This is also the first time in more than 20 years that Pompeii called him "son". This word, which should be full of warmth and warmth, has long been a taboo in his eyes.

I never thought that I was also cared about by you, even if it was only insignificant...even if compared with my brother, it is like the difference between a drop of water and an ocean.

"You missed my appointment." Pompey seemed a little annoyed but smiled even wider. "By the way, I intercepted Caesar's call to the family. Your girl is at his place now."

"Mr. Pompeii," Percy called him suddenly, and under Pompeii's incomprehensible gaze, he took out a mobile phone from his coat pocket and pressed it into the snow between them, "I think I may have Can't work properly anymore."

Before he turned and left, he suddenly turned his head slightly, with a gentle look of relief in his eyes:

"Also, thank you."

Pompeii watched his thin and tall figure gradually disappear from sight, reached out his hand to take out the mobile phone from the snow, and recognized that it was the family's standard work mobile phone instead of Passy's personal mobile phone, Pompeii was almost shocked. With a long sigh, a helpless smile appeared on his face:

"Hey... Is this a strike? It would be nice to just say that you are on vacation..."

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Because of the low outdoor temperature, many transparent ice crystals condensed on the window glass, and the outlines of her eyebrows and eyes were a little messy, and they were washed there to give a clear texture, especially the light-colored pupils were like pure water shining A clear blue gemstone.

Her figure crouched in front of the window sill was a petite mass, with light brown long hair hanging down like satin, slightly revealing her slender and soft white neck.

It really looks more and more like a stunted underage girl, Caesar curled his lips and noticed that the bruises on her bare (harmonious) arm skin from the injection seemed to be more serious now and began to turn black and purple s color.

Caesar knew that there must be something wrong with this girl, at least something wrong with her bloodline... Otherwise, why couldn't she recover from this injury?This is really a disgraceful existence for the recovery speed of the mixed race.

"Don't you want some black tea?" Caesar's exquisite bone china teapot was filled with a mellow aroma, "Passy will probably pick you up soon, if you keep doing this, he will probably think that I have abused you... It's a real shame for me to be charged with abusing a woman, especially a young and beautiful girl like you."

No one responded to his jokes, and Caesar was a little frustrated for a while. The girl refused to eat anything but water since she came here. He felt that this was really a weird girl who played cards out of common sense and was not flattering.

"Persi Gattuso?"

Her thin voice suddenly came to his ears, and Caesar almost spit out the black tea in his mouth and suddenly realized that he had found a breakthrough point.

He watched Chloe suddenly sit next to him, then picked up his entire teapot and began to pour tea into her mouth. Her actions in such an unmannered situation were formulaic and elegant, and Caesar felt that if he met again If she stayed any longer, she might doubt her life.

"Girls shouldn't be like you." Caesar couldn't help reasoning with her when she finished pouring a whole pot of black tea and her pale face turned pink, "Mr. you."

"He didn't bother to teach me." Chloe's eyes were a little lax, "He didn't bother to teach me many years ago."

Caesar looked at her slender appearance that could be broken at any time, and felt a little emotional for a while:

"Do you know what is the best match for a girl like you?"

Chloe just looked at him and shook her head, as if she wasn't interested in the topic.

"Irises with rain and dew and white lace skirts... Girls are different and should be treated in a different way. Obviously, Passy didn't do well in this subject."

Chloe just looked at the reddish-brown tea liquid in the bone china cup in his hand, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

☆, teaching

The water mist from the light copper-colored utensils filled the air with bursts of warmth, and Chloe smelled a fresh scent of food from it.

As plates of blue-and-white porcelain filled with strong oriental charm were served on the table, Caesar elegantly and comfortably brushed off the cotton and linen napkin in his hand, and threw the knife and fork with silver metallic luster on the table. The crisp sound of "ping ping pong pong" on the porcelain plate.

Chloe came over with a glass of water and looked curiously at this exquisite and unique copper vessel, and found that its interior was divided into two by a winding metal partition.

The bright red soup in the left half boiled and boiled, creating a string of bubbling bubbles. The spicy breath stimulated her nasal cavity and made her feel that the spicy smell went down her nose and choked her throat... She put His eyes shifted to the boiled milky white soup on the right side, and he felt that it was as smooth and thick as milk, but... it smelled much refreshing than the milk that always had a fishy smell.

"Miss Chloe, before Patsy arrives, I feel that I need to make a perfect send-off gift..." The smile on Caesar's face is as bright as the noon sun in California, which can almost sparkle gold on the ground. , "So tonight I treat you to the best Chinese food - hot pot."

"Fire... Pot?" Chloe spelled out this unheard word with some difficulty, and suddenly lowered her head and sniffed all the way through the vegetables and meats on the table.

"Pay attention to the hair...the hair...it's hanging down to the mutton..." Caesar couldn't help reminding her when he saw her long hair scattered everywhere.

"Raw." Chloe finally came to a conclusion after sniffing around. She used her fingers as a comb and tied all the hair hanging in front of her with a hair tie behind her head. She couldn't understand Caesar even more. What kind of existence is the "hot pot" in China?

"Of course it's raw before it's cooked in the pot. Obviously, Passy didn't take you to eat it." Caesar was in a good mood, with a brisk tone and faint excitement. In the two areas of spicy and clear soup, "hot pot is only interesting if you cook it yourself."

"Red or white?" Chloe sat down next to him bored, she was not interested in food but she still planned to try this novel food.

"The red ones are mine and the white ones are yours." Caesar squinted his eyes slightly as he sniffed the strong smell of meat coming out of the hot pot, with an expression of intoxication, "You can eat it now."

Before Chloe had time to nod her head to signal that she understood, she saw Caesar lifted the fork and used some method to scoop up all the food in the spicy soup into her plate in an instant, and then she had a good time...

When Chloe slowly fished out a whole piece of snow-white thin fish fillet and just took a bite and was about to spit out the tiny fishbone, Caesar had already finished off one of his plates and started the second round of cooking. .

The fragrant and refreshing taste of fresh fish instantly touched Chloe's taste buds, and she tried to take another bite. She was surprised that she didn't feel the resistance of her stomach that started to twitch after being exposed to food for many years.

When she slowly finished the three fish fillets, Caesar had already gotten carried away with eating, his originally sexy lips showed a coquettish crimson color due to the infusion of spicy oil, and the sea-blue pupils were blurred. The water is shining.

Chloe put down the knife and fork in her hand and rested her chin on her hand to watch his eating movements carefully. She felt that Caesar was a very magical existence... At least this was the first time she saw someone who could eat like this because of eating. "Everyone is awake and I am drunk alone" will be drunk at any time, but she does not resist the existence of Caesar around her, but she also knows that this is due to the resemblance between Caesar and that person.

There is no essential difference between her liking for Caesar and her liking for Percy's shirt and hunting knife.

"To be honest, I'm curious why Mr. Steward abandoned you..." Caesar bit off the chicken breast on the fork and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, "Obviously it's not easy for him to find a young girlfriend. I even suspect he likes men."

While enjoying the food, Caesar recalled Percy Gattuso's shirt button that was always buttoned on the top and his deserted and ascetic temperament all the year round. He felt that it was not easy for such a person to find beautiful girls.

Chloe picked up the water glass at hand and filled herself with some water. The cool liquid moisturised her slightly astringent throat. She widened her long water-colored eyes and looked seriously at the tough face like a Greek sculpture of Caesar. :

"Maybe he likes you."

Caesar felt that he was almost choked to death by the chili oil... After drinking three glasses of water, he finally recovered and looked at Chloe, who had no self-knowledge of being the culprit, and was still carefully picking fishbone on his plate , I finally suppressed my desire to complain and wanted to help this stunted girl open up:

"You can't hold Paci in this way...you have to seduce him."

"Seduce?" Chloe took a bite of the fish fillet, her tone casually filled with curiosity, "How to seduce?"

"A girl's capital is youth and beauty. You have to make good use of these two points." Caesar finally put down his knife and fork and wiped his red lips, his tone became low and magnetic Li's mood is unpredictable, "Think about what you do to him when he reacts the most?"

Chloe stopped picking fish bones, raised her chin slightly and tried hard to recall the time when Percy reacted the most, but all his calm and composed faces appeared without exception, so she replied seriously For Caesar who is teaching her earnestly:

"do not know."

"If you don't know anything, you can only take off your clothes directly..." Caesar complained in a low voice, thinking that although you are like you, even if you take off your clothes, it may be useless.

"I understand, thank you." Chloe suddenly nodded to him, her serious tone as if kneeling to thank her teacher made Caesar's hand holding the glass tremble uncontrollably.

"I didn't mean to take off his clothes..." Caesar suddenly felt a subtle sense of desperation in his heart. He tried to talk back, but he heard Chloe's understatement voice drifting over, which became the last straw that crushed him. .

"It's taking off my clothes."

"..."

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The night was as cool as water, and the hem of the Passi coat raised a clear and three-dimensional arc in the biting cold wind.

He looked up at the small western-style building that Caesar rented in the United States, and he could see the light in the dining room on the second floor with ripples like lingering water. Feel a touch of warmth mixed with food.

It was rickety, hazy and opaque, but it belonged to the warmth of home... He also had this kind of warmth for a short time before Chloe was sent to Afghanistan. All the lights in the house, big and small, were turned on to welcome myself who came back from a mission in the Middle East.

He was in the vast sea of ​​lights at that time, and felt that the clear and bright light seemed to penetrate his skin and cut into his bones and veins, reflecting everything in his body through.

At that time, he was always thinking contradictoryly about what kind of existence Chloe Gullweger was to him, although until now he was unable to give a specific definition.

Slowly walking through the revolving mahogany staircase, he knocked on the door of the dining room on the second floor and met Caesar directly.

Although Caesar's clothes are half-undressed, his beautiful muscles are faintly revealed, his face is ruddy and his lips are swollen, and he looks like he has been severely beaten and ravaged, but Passy still instantly analyzed Caesar through the tangy smell. The reason for this appearance.

"It seems that you have eaten the hot pot ingredients from the Sichuan region of China that you ordered me to buy last time."

"Well... this hot pot has a lot of stamina." Caesar fanned his mouth while looking up and down at the calm and breezy Percy, "Are you here to pick up Miss Chloe?"

Percy nodded slightly, half of Qingjun's face was hidden in the shadows outside, so that Caesar couldn't see his expression clearly: "Please take care of her."

Caesar still stood at the door without the slightest intention of allowing Passy to enter the room. There was a smile in his eyes and even a hint of scrutiny:

"Honestly... I'm curious about your relationship."

Percy's originally calm and expressionless face gradually showed a smile that was not a smile. He didn't shy away from this topic as Caesar thought, but directly asked him a derived question:

"I don't know if you want to know about work or personal aspects?"

"Talk about it." The playful light in Caesar's eyes flickered, and he felt that he had a rare opportunity to have a personal conversation with this meticulous and robot-like housekeeper like now... This amused him a little.

The smile on the corner of Paci's mouth was even wider, and there seemed to be a faint smell of gunpowder smoke spreading in the air.

"In terms of work, I am Miss Chloe's guardian, and I have all the rights and obligations that should be exercised for her. As for the private aspect..."

Percy seemed to pause for a moment, the light in his azure blue pupils rippled faintly, and even seemed a bit lazy, Caesar saw his sudden change of expression, and unexpectedly found the identity of his old stud. Shadow couldn't help feeling disgusted.

"Personally, if you really want to find an exact definition, then it's 'I raised her by myself'." Percy smiled even more when she saw Caesar's choked expression.

For a moment, Caesar even had the illusion that this long-standing and humble man was confronting him... The warm and jade-like temperament on Passy's body was subdued in an instant, and only the cold breath seemed to be just out of its sheath, which was as cold as water. It spread like a knife's edge.

"I already knew that I couldn't get any valuable answers from you. If you want to say that you are her adoptive father, I won't have any objections." Caesar raised his thick brown-gold eyebrows and looked into his eyes Some ridicule.

But Percy just shook his head, the smile on his face quickly disappeared, and he cast his gaze behind him.

Caesar turned sideways slightly, just in time to see the girl leaning against the wall standing behind him, her slender figure stuck there blurred into a bunch of thin shadows under the contrast of indoor and outdoor light.

Contrary to what Caesar had imagined before, Chloe was not overly happy or excited when she saw Percy, and the emotion in her eyes was not abnormally calm.

There seems to be a thick colloid flowing slowly in the air at this moment, and a sense of suffocation rippling in it... Caesar felt that the strange atmosphere between the two people seemed to have condensed into a closed cocoon, and no one could intervene. This made him Even felt a little embarrassed.

"Then I'll take Chloe back." Percy broke the uncomfortable silence after a brief silence.

His gaze swept across the girl's face lightly, then turned and went downstairs.

Chloe suddenly bent her eyes at Caesar: "The hot pot is delicious, thank you."

She looked very cute when she smiled, and Caesar was a little surprised and then smiled at her with the most gentlemanly and charming smile:

"At your service anytime."

Chloe stopped talking, quickly followed Percy and disappeared into the dim light.

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Chloe had no idea that winter nights could have so many stars.

Each of the tiny stars embedded in the night sky seems to be soaked in cold water, and the brilliance emitted is clear and clear without any impurities... This is a starry sky exclusive to winter, so clean and cold texture.

She followed Paxi step by step, always three steps away.

Looking at Patsy's tall and slender back, she knew that he deliberately slowed down his walking speed so that she could follow.

Keeping such a distance from him always reminded her of the only time in the early years when Passy took her out of the villa at the request of the family, and he asked her to always keep a distance of three steps from him... But it was not on a cold winter night but It was in the hot summer, and the scorching sun stimulated her pain-sensing nerves one after another. She still remembered the sense of barrier that was only three steps away but always separated by an insurmountable barrier.

But now everything is different, isn't it?

Now, no matter how many steps away, she would never feel scared or lonely, because she knew that he knew that the distance would no longer exist.

I don't know how many steps I walked, the man in front finally turned around.

"Do you still dare not let me go?"

The already faint light in front of Chloe's eyes became increasingly dimmer as Percy approached. She didn't move but raised her chin slightly and threw this sentence at him.

Patsy opened her coat and wrapped her petite body in her arms to warm her body which was taken away by the cold wind.

The moment she leaned into his arms, she raised her head reflexively, but she could only see the outline of half of his face.

The arc of Patsy's nose and the corners of her pursed lips hung in an extremely subtle arc away from her, and his familiar breath that made her nostalgic to longing lingered on her skin, making her feel itchy .

I don't know how long this posture has been maintained. Passy still has no next move. Chloe finally sighed a long way:

"Aren't you hurrying up?"

"Quick what?"

He looked at the girl's upturned delicate and beautiful face, and he could even see a thin layer of crystal-clear hair on her face, but his voice was still unhurried, and the smile in his eyes flickered on and off.

Chloe wrinkled her nose, grabbed his neck and stepped on his leather shoes on tiptoe to shorten the height gap, bared her thin teeth like a tricky little animal:

"I'm going to bite you."

When Percy's kiss fell, only a suddenly cold and dazzling light remained in her vision that was sharply narrowed due to half-closed eyes:

"The stars... are too bright..."

☆, love fire

Chloe stepped on the cold white marble with her slender bare feet. The skin of her feet showed a very transparent color on the stone with complicated and beautiful textures. The skirt hanging down to her ankles followed Her walking up and down cast irregular shadows on the marble floor.

When she opened the wine cabinet, she made a "swishling" sound. Because of the dim light and the occasional dizziness in her head, the various wine bottles in the wine cabinet seemed to be stored in photos and stamped soft. The effect of light floated a blurred glimpse in front of her eyes.

She fumbled for a long time before finding out an unopened bottle of brandy. After biting open the cork with her teeth, she drank most of the bottle for herself without hesitation.

The spicy wine stimulated her nasal cavity and lacrimal gland, and a fire ignited all the way in her throat, but it also melted the finely condensed ice slag spreading close to the blood vessels in her lungs, temporarily paralyzing her nerves and slowing down. Pain.

Those light yellow injections that looked like serum seemed to be getting less and less effective in relieving pain... from the first three days to less than a day now, I don't know whether the effect of the medicine has evaporated or her symptoms have become more serious.

Chloe felt as if a feather swept across her lungs, her throat was itchy, and she coughed uncontrollably, and there was a warm liquid with a fishy smell gurgling in her throat. It's a mouthful of water.

She pulled out a paper towel and wiped the corners of her mouth that were soaked by wine or other liquids, then crumpled the paper towels and threw them into the wastebasket beside her, not caring that the warm liquid turned her snow-white body into a ball. The tissue was stained with a flirtatious crimson color.

When Percy brought her back this time, she began to learn not to care about unnecessary things. She felt that the time she had now was like sand in her hands... no matter how tightly she held it, she could control it But those quicksands slipped from the gap between her fingers, so why would she waste unnecessary time on things she didn't need to care about?

Whether it's the dilapidated body that looks like rotten wood, or the pain that follows everywhere because of the dilapidated body...she doesn't care.

You can take as much painkiller as you can, drink as much wine as you can to paralyze the nerves... She wants to squeeze out all of this time...to squeeze it all out...

Patsy opened a gap in the French windows of the balcony to allow the cool and clean wind outside to blow in and blow away the tobacco smell mixed with mint.

He extinguished Moore's cigarette butt in the hexagonal crystal ashtray, playing with the lighter in his hand.

He stroked the dark pattern engraved on the silver lighter, polished it and then extinguished it, and then polished it and then extinguished it... The faint cluster of flames of the lighter flickered on and off, reflecting his face, his face Under this dim light, the outline of her face is much deeper than usual. A pair of slender and classic eyes seem to be embedded in deep eye sockets, which further accentuate the three-dimensional browbones and the smooth lines of the face.

"You never smoked before."

The girl's voice was clear and clear like the sound of silverware colliding with porcelain body, which was particularly abrupt in the dead of night.

Patsy subconsciously turned her eyes sideways, and what caught her eyes was Chloe's face without a trace of blood... For a moment, he couldn't tell whether her complexion was caused by physical discomfort, or whether it was because she was born white. Appears paler in dimly lit environments.

But he soon had no time to think about it, woman