behind the glitz of the net king

(The following is unknown to everyone)

The light in the huge bedroom was as dark as Keigo Atobe's eyes, full of annihilated lights.Atobe fiddled with his hair a few times, waiting a little irritatedly.The room full of incense oppresses one's chest, and the red roses in the blue glass bottle bloom decadently in the gorgeousness, and the soul is hollowed out by time a little bit.

The butler bowed to Atobe and answered: "The person who told me that Miss Long Yue has returned safely." Atobe moved his gaze out of the window, thoughtfully.

She should hate herself very much now, right?will she? ……How can it be!He is Keigo Atobe!

The housekeeper continued: "The young master didn't do it on purpose, and there is no need to blame yourself. The young master is very concerned about Miss Long Yue." The result was affirmative with a statement sentence that did not distinguish between joy and sorrow.

"It's just that Ms. Long Yue seems to have her own heart..." Atobu Jingwu didn't hear the second half of the sentence, but just pinched off the branches and leaves of the rose, and her slender fingers were still bloodstained, shockingly red.

"Then let her heart be on my uncle." Atobe picked up the red rose, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath as if it penetrated into his heart. The fragrance of the flower filled the air, and the blurred back of the little girl under the afterglow of the setting sun was like water. In the fleeting years, go upstream and return to memory.

Why can I only see the back of you going away, this time I finally see your face, how can I make you turn around again?

Atobe's strong British aristocratic demeanor is not born at birth, but the baptism of years and the precipitation of education.

As Atobe once said, the big kids there are better than the little ones.

When I was young, I lived in the UK and was bullied by older children when I was playing tennis. Once I really collapsed, I was about to lose consciousness, and I had to choose to give up resistance.In the blur of consciousness, someone was stopping the blood flowing from his body, he couldn't see his face clearly, he could only smell the smell of fishy smell.

Gentle movements minimized his pain.When he woke up, the man had already left, and a veil was tied around his knees. After many days, he washed and washed with his red hands, and only then did he wash away the blood stains. Only a small iris was always red.

After many years, the iris that was pressed at the bottom of the box bloomed in front of my eyes again, and the fine stitching was exactly the same as the iris seen today in the iris style.

At that time, he must have been running with that injured leg for a long time, until he saw a silhouette swaying like an iris in the wind in the subway station at sunset, and it was almost because of his intuition that he decided it was her, hoarse and repeated Shouting again and again in the hustle and bustle can't get him back anything.

She left anyway, and he couldn't even see her face to face.Because then he was weak.

However, now that he is the emperor who rules the world, she can no longer escape from his grasp.

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