love brother

I woke up suddenly from my sleep, the room was silent, only the sound of my own panting was heard, and there was cold sweat on my forehead and neck.

Recently, I have nightmares almost every night. Sometimes it is Ryan who looks at me with hatred and says he hates me, sometimes it is Mrs. Violet with a pale face and a strange smile and asks me not to regret it, and sometimes it is Andrew sighing and pity eyes.

I kept waking up from these dreams, falling asleep and going back to dreaming again, and the cycle was exhausting.

And Ryan, I began to dread every word, every sentence he heard, I was afraid that if he suddenly heard a word, he would forget me in a blink of an eye and wake up from this ridiculous lie.

I deeply feel that I am slowly stepping into the abyss, but like walking on a road full of thorns, there is nothing I can do, so I have to keep moving forward.

I got up and took a sip of water, the cold liquid slipped from my mouth all the way to my stomach, making me shiver.

I suddenly wanted to see Ryan very much, especially.So at two o'clock in the morning, I drove all the way from the city to the Kemersia Manor. I completely ignored the consequences and only wanted to see my brother.

Just like last time, I escaped the patrol of hounds and servants, and turned into Ryan's room from his balcony. Unlike that time, Ryan was much more vigilant and experienced.

"You don't know where the main entrance is, do you?" Ryan put down the gun in his hand, turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Seeing him, all my troubles were no longer troubles, and I suddenly regained my happy mood.

"Don't you think it's more interesting brother? It's like a tryst!" I smiled and followed him into the bedroom.

He sat down by the bed and looked at me with some amusement: "Is that why you climbed onto my balcony in the middle of the night?"

"No, it's because I miss you."

I approached him, took his left hand, and solemnly bent down to press a kiss on it.

He hesitated for a while and asked me: "What's the matter with you today? We just met during the day. Are you drinking again?"

I think he is really incomprehensible, so I stood up and sat next to him, hugged his shoulders, and looked at him affectionately: "Brother, look into my eyes, I'm serious, I don't want to be with you for a minute Separate!"

He sat there silently, and after hearing what I said, a gorgeous smile suddenly appeared on his face without warning. I can't describe the beauty in poor words, but I think it is probably the most beautiful scenery I have seen in my life.

He pressed my head to him, kissed my lips tenderly, and said, "Then don't part, stay with me, and stay in the manor."

His proposal was too tempting, and I was almost, just a little bit, shaken by weak will, but in the end I refused him.

I have too many worries, I never thought that after leaving this home, it would be so difficult to come back.But that's the truth, I can't hurt Ryan.

"You're a senator, how can you live under the same roof as the mafia? Stop kidding me!"

I grinned at him and jumped out of bed to say goodbye.I also made an appointment with De Cario to meet Barry tomorrow morning. I have to hurry back. I just came to see Ryan. I was impulsive. Now that I see him, I am satisfied.

"I'm not joking!" Ryan suddenly grabbed my wrist with a little strength and a serious expression.

I looked at him quietly, still smiling: "Me neither."

Neither of us moved, and after 2 minutes, he let go of my hand.

"You go!" Without looking at me again, he lifted the quilt and lay down, then turned over and pointed the back of his head at me.

I touched my head in embarrassment, feeling uneasy, and couldn't help but walk over and bowed my head to kiss his moonlight blond hair.

"Good night, brother."

Ryan and I didn't see each other for a week after that, and I think he was angry and trying to chill with me.I am actually very used to the cold war with him. The longest record of our cold war is 6 or 7 years, but this time is different. This cold war is a temper tantrum between lovers, with a sour and honey-like feeling that makes me feel distressed It's so sweet, I don't want him to continue like this at all, but I enjoy this process very much.I was so conflicted that I ended up blaming them all on Brophilia.

And at this moment, after two months of dormancy, the Ripper committed crimes again.

This time the victim was a respected district judge and a member of Lane's party.The body was found in a dilapidated dark alley, also castrated, and died in a miserable state.For a while, the whole city of Rome was panicked.

Lane attended the judge's funeral, and I went with him to ease our relationship.

On that day, the weather was very bright and it was a good day for burial.I stood behind Ryan with a white rose.I observed that his face was extremely tense, his lips were tightly pursed, and he looked very gloomy.

I hate funerals, this reminds me of my mother's funeral.This is the first family member who left me so suddenly since I can remember.I didn't even know what I was supposed to do at the funeral, and Ryan had it all sorted out, and I'm thankful to him for that.

Facing death, no one is in a happy mood, but I still noticed something different in his eyes.

"He was like a teacher to me when I first joined the party. He was a man of integrity and kindness who didn't deserve to die in such a disrespectful way," he told me. Only then did I realize they might be old acquaintances.I felt his pent-up anger and knew he was really pissed off.

In the next few days, Ryan, as a member of the House of Lords, put pressure on the police, asking them to find the murderer within a month and to report the progress of the case to him at any time.This is indeed a bit difficult, but no one dared to challenge his patience.

I sometimes ask him about the progress of the case, and I admit that I am a little curious.Fortunately, Ryan did not intend to hide it from me. He told me that Dubov and Andrew suspected that the murderer did not choose the target blindly, that is to say, he had specific candidates, and they had even figured out the relationship between those specific candidates. clue.

I suddenly heard Andrew's name, which made my heart jump suddenly. I looked at Ryan's expression and found that there was nothing strange about him when he mentioned this person. Knowing that Andrew had not contacted him secretly, I Only then did I feel relieved.

"Mrs. Violet is among these particular people?" I asked.

"There have been more than 8 victims so far, and besides the judge and Violet, there are three homeless men, one warbler, a priest, and a surgeon."

"Looks like a completely random object." I rubbed my chin thoughtfully.

"It just looks like it." Ryan handed me a new piece of information he got in his hand, and he didn't shy away from it at all, which made me feel very happy.

I took it and looked at it, and looked up at him in surprise just after reading some of the information on it.

"The priest, the doctor, and the judge, all three of them were Madam Violet's guests?" It turned out that this was the connection Ryan was talking about.

"So the key to solving the case is..." Ryan pointed to the photo of Mrs. Violet in the folder, and said softly, "Her."

I nodded, and couldn't help asking: "Andrew used to have a close relationship with her, shouldn't he avoid suspicion? Why did Dubov let him participate in the investigation of the case?"

Leaving aside the relationship with Mrs. Violet, it's just that he, a Frenchman, went to a neighboring country's territory to assist in the investigation. Isn't it strange?

But compared to my suspicions, Ryan obviously has complete trust in Mr. Detective: "He is a professor of psychology at the University of Paris, majoring in abnormal psychology. He has helped the Paris police solve several important cases. I think Dubov must invite him to come. his considerations."

I curled my lips and blurted out: "Stay away from him!"

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realized that my tone was wrong and too blunt.Sure enough, Ryan narrowed his silver eyes slightly, and raised my chin: "You two had a fight? Aren't you his savior?"

I ignored Ryan's language as if asking Amy, and said, "Yes, I'm starting to hate him, who made him the teacher of a female liar!"

Who made him say the fact that I hate and have to face up to it.

Chapter 13 Loveislikethemorningdew——Love is like the morning dew "I want to introduce you, this is my fiancée, Elizabeth."

"Hi." I politely shook hands with him.

Ronald is my real estate partner. We meet regularly to share our lives. Of course, it’s more about business matters, but it’s obviously not suitable for today. I didn’t expect him to bring a female companion.

"She has always wanted to see you." Ronald secretly winked at me with some embarrassment: "Woman, heh!"

I smiled understandingly and called the waiter after they were seated.

"Ladies first." I handed Miss Elizabeth the menu.

"You are a gentleman."

Miss Elizabeth was very pretty, with dark brown hair and stunning emerald eyes, the type Ronald would have liked.I fervently hope she will be Ronal's last wife as I'm tired of constantly attending his weddings.

"What is Miss Elizabeth's occupation?"

During the dinner, we started the usual scene talk, getting to know each other, and then joking and so on.

"Just call me Elizabeth. I'm an opera singer."

It is not difficult to guess that Ronald's ex-wife is an American actor, and his ex-wife seems to be a pictorial model.He probably naturally prefers women who are active on stage.

She asked me: "Do you watch opera?"

"Well, I'm very interested, but I'm busy with work and don't have time to watch it. I've heard of an opera singer named Haines. Are you familiar?"

The last time I talked to Andrew he had a lot of admiration for the opera singer, so I thought it was a great topic.

Elizabeth showed a surprised expression: "Of course! He is our chief."

Afterwards, she began to praise the young singer passionately, saying that he is a genius, an artist, and a young man who truly loves opera with his life.

Ronald took a few sips of the water on the table from time to time, and his face became more and more ugly amidst his fiancée's praise.

"Uh, how did you and Ronald meet?" I had to interrupt her aloud: "You are so beautiful, there must be many suitors."

Elizabeth smiled shyly, looked at Ronald affectionately, and then began to talk about their acquaintance process.

To be honest, I'm not very interested in these, but it's better than watching Ronald's face turn black all the time.

"Speaking of which, Ronal gave the wrong kindness at the beginning!" Elizabeth giggled, and gave Ronal a weird look.

Ronald immediately wanted to stop her with a sad face: "God Elizabeth, can you not mention that?!"

I'm a little curious right now: "What's wrong?"

Elisabeth told me her fiancé's embarrassment: "He fell in love with Pamina on the stage at first sight, but he blocked me in the backstage, but I didn't take part in the opera at all. Pamina is Hynes You should have seen the way he panicked when I told him the truth, like Hynes was a man who made his whole sky fall down."

I was surprised and looked at Ronald with scrutiny: "You fell in love with men at first sight?! Ronald, I didn't know you had this hobby."

Ronald yelled exaggeratedly: "Yuni, you will be fascinated by him when you see him, he is the most beautiful man I have ever seen!"

I'd say I don't, I'm just fascinated by Ryan, he's the most fascinating guy I've ever met.

"Yes, he is indeed very beautiful, and I must admit that he is more beautiful than me."

Elizabeth was not angry at all when her fiancé praised a man, and her generous behavior made me more curious about the chief soprano.

"But it was also because of him that I found my true love later. I should thank him." After speaking, Ronald and Elizabeth kissed each other stickily.

We had a very pleasant dinner, and at parting Elizabeth gave me two tickets to the opera on Sunday night, in a box facing the stage.I thanked her, but I promised to come on time tomorrow, and Ronal secretly expressed his helplessness to me.

I couldn't appreciate that kind of thing, and the only person around who would appreciate it was Ryan, so I invited him.

Ryan looked at me puzzled: "About me to go to the opera?"

I know why he was puzzled, because I never liked to watch ballet, opera, musical or any form of stage play.

"Yes, at eight o'clock tomorrow night, do you have time?"

I'm a little nervous because I've never dated anyone before.

He thought for a moment, then tapped his fingertips on the table: "I might be late."

I'm flattered that he accepted my offer, how could I ask for more!

"No problem, I'll wait for you in the box, thank you so much bro!" I happily leaned over to him and kissed him on the cheek, and left his study with a smirk and joy before he could react.

On Sunday night, I arrived at the Opera House early.

There were already many people sitting in the pool seats downstairs and the boxes on the left and right. I leaned on the railing and glanced at both sides of the box where I was. Unfortunately, I happened to meet Andrew who was also looking around.He seemed surprised too, and nodded at me, but I wasn't so friendly.In the next second, I rushed out of my box and walked to the one where he was. The light and joyful mood was greatly reduced because of seeing him.

"What are you doing here?" I pushed him against the wall rudely and asked him in a vicious voice.

Andrew straightened his clothes calmly, and it was obvious that he was not afraid of me, which made me even angrier.

"Come to the opera, I can't possibly know that you're coming too." He said slowly.

I eyed him suspiciously, trying to read the truth in his words from his eyes.

"You really don't need to guard me like this, I swear I won't treat you..." He paused: "Or what your brother did."

Of course I know he can't do anything to us, it's obvious, I can knock him down with a single punch.But I'm still worried, very worried. I'm afraid that his appearance will bring changes and make Ryan aware of something.I know it's pointless to do this, it's pointless to isolate him from Ryan, or make him disappear forever, but I still can't stop the fear.

Seeing that I had calmed down, he gently pushed me away: "Remember what I told you about Haines? I just came to see him."

I sneered and said, "Could it be that you're also infatuated with him?"

Andrew glanced at me indifferently, then sat down on his seat and ignored me.

Don't refute me, am I right?I couldn't even close my mouth in surprise!

Andrew seemed to be able to see through my thoughts, and immediately stopped me from continuing my amazing imagination.

"No, I'm not infatuated with him, I 'just' come to the opera." He emphasized emphatically.

I already believed him, but I still wanted to threaten him: "You'd better stay here, don't go out, listen to your opera, understand?" After I finished speaking, I shook my clothes and walked out.

Just as I was about to leave, Andrew behind me suddenly spoke again: "Sybes once hypnotized me."

When I struggled to remember that Sybeth was Mrs. Violet's real name, I turned around in surprise, and countless thoughts flashed through my mind for his words.

Andrew was still in that posture, facing the stage squarely, never looking at me.

After a while, he continued: "She hypnotized me and made me fall in love with her."

My heart was beating like a drum, I took a few steps towards him unconsciously, and asked dryly, "And then?"

"She succeeded, and I fell in love with her completely." His tone was very slow, as if he was recalling, but also seemed to be difficult to say: "But I am her teacher after all, and everything she learns is from me." Fuck, I gave a hint when she hypnotized me, that was my own 'keyword', two months later, I woke up from the hypnosis and left her."

"Then you..." I didn't know how to speak, but luckily he fully understood what I meant.

"Do you want to ask me how I feel after waking up?" He turned his face slightly in the dark box, and I saw half of his face was calm and indifferent: "Anger, disappointment, heartache. I hate her for deceiving me, I am also very disappointed that she would do that, and it is even more heartbreaking that she used her talent to create an illusory lie. Hypnosis against one's will should not exist, it is against human nature."

I suddenly understood many things, the cause and effect, why Violet wanted to hypnotize Ryan for me, why she asked me not to regret... because she did that too! !

I took a deep breath and left the box that suffocated me without a word.

Of course I know why Andrew told me this, because he is a man of integrity, and he couldn't bear to see Ryan suffer what he suffered, and I couldn't bear to be heartbroken when my dream was shattered at the end.

I leaned against the wall and trembled slightly, uncontrollably flustered.

When I finally got my mood together and went back to the box, I found Ryan waiting there.He was wearing a formal dress, and he looked noble and elegant, like a nobleman walking out of an oil painting.

He pulled me to the seat beside him and sat down: "Where have you been?"

"It's the first time I'm here, so go out and visit." I smiled forcedly, bitter in my heart.

If one day he suddenly hates me and no longer loves me, what should I do?To go away like a violet, never to appear in the presence of a loved one again?Just imagining it caused me so much pain that I couldn't imagine what I would do if it actually happened.

He touched my forehead: "You look very bad."

"Really?" I was stunned for a moment, and said, "Maybe it's because the night wind is too cold at night."

Ryan didn't ask any more questions, and cast his gaze to the center of the stage.

The theater was darkened shortly afterwards, and the first act of the opera began.I have read the flyer and know that the performance tonight is "The Magic Flute", Mozart's classic, and also the opera that made Ronald fall in love with Heiners at first sight.

When the teenage girl Pamina, played by Heiners, appeared, I really got the words of Ronal and Elizabeth.Although Haines also has black hair, his appearance is really outstanding, it can be said that male and female are indistinguishable. If I didn't know in advance, I might think he is a beautiful girl.If Narcissus really existed, it would probably look like him, a young man as beautiful as a narcissus.

I don't understand these singing tunes at all, and I couldn't help falling asleep when I heard half of them. When I woke up again, it was already the second act.

I heard Hynes singing sadly: "Ah, I know, my happiness will never come back, never to me. Behold, Tamino, behold the tears I shed for you, behold this The pathos of love. Have pity on me, for there is only peace in death."

I held Ryan's hand on the back of the chair and found that his palm was wet and cold. I asked strangely, "Why are your hands so cold?"

As soon as my words fell, he quickly raised his arms to separate me, looking very repulsive.I froze and looked into his face and saw he was looking at me in shock like I was a monster.

"You..." I suddenly realized something, and my whole body froze there.

If this is fate, let him wake up, then I gladly accept it...

My mind was blank, but I did understand that Ryan was awake.

Chapter 14 Hate is like the wind—Hate is like the wind, I'm about to lose him, completely lost.

I have thought about the scene when he was awake countless times, and I have rehearsed every curse and every subtle expression of him thousands of times in my mind.But when this moment came, I realized how useless those fantasies were, how childish the imaginary pain was.

My heart is like falling into purgatory, constantly being stabbed by mountains of knives; watered by magma; squeezed and flattened in the palm of my hand by the demon named fate.It howled miserably, clamoring for indescribable despair, but it couldn't get away from my body.

"Please……"

My whole body was cold, every breath seemed to consume all my strength, I begged him weakly, but I didn't even know what I was begging him for.

Begging him not to be mad at me?Begging him not to leave me?Or pray god it was just a dream?I tried to grab his hand, but his disgusted eyes frightened me and made me panic.

He stared straight at me indifferently, got up from his seat, and backed away slowly, as if wanting to get away from some disgusting filth.

"Youni Lombardi, do you know what you're doing?" He spoke to me in that icy tone I hadn't seen in a long time, when just an hour before we had even loved each other.

I know I shouldn't be greedy for these, this is God's punishment for me, it is my punishment for being tempted by the witch.

He suddenly held his forehead and shook his body. I immediately wanted to help him, but he opened my hand as soon as I touched him: "Go away, don't touch me!"

I was completely bewildered and didn't know how to respond: "Brother, listen to my explanation..."

But Ryan, who was in a rage, wouldn't listen to my explanation at all. Andrew didn't lie to me at least one thing-Ryan hated me, he was very disappointed in me.

"Explain? Explain why you hypnotized me? Or why did you let me treat you..." He said through gritted teeth, his chest heaving violently: "Let me have lust for you?"

"elder brother……"

He interrupted me impatiently: "Enough! Disappear from my face, I don't want to see you in the future!"

I knew he was serious, he never said angry words.

"Don't do this to me, brother...don't do this to me!" I rushed over and kissed him forcefully without even thinking about it. I just wanted to keep him and let him not be so cruel to me. I have nothing to do .

Of course it didn't look very good, he punched me and pinned me to the ground.The corners of my mouth were chipped with teeth, and I tasted blood, but I didn't care.

I lay on the ground like a dead dog, looked up at Ryan, and laughed silently without warning: "Kill me."

Ryan's palms pressed against my shoulders, and I could feel a slight tremor on my skin.

"Kill me, I don't deserve your mercy!"

His hand clasped me so tightly that his nails almost sank into the flesh, but the pain was obviously too small compared to what I was experiencing right now.

I saw the hatred in his eyes, I saw all the emotions Andrew said, and of course there was hatred.

"Why don't you do it? Don't you hate me for making you suck me and swallow my cum?!" I was provoking him, but it didn't work.

Ryan was unusually calm. He watched me making noise like a clown with cold eyes. His silver-gray eyes were penetrating and sharp.

"You let me down so much." He said quietly, slowly letting go of his hands.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to think or listen, to completely numb myself.I felt him stand up, and seemed to look at me for a long time, and then there was silence.

I didn't open my eyes until I was sure he had really left.

I sat up, the stage had reached the last scene, and all the actors began to sing a happy chorus, so lively, so happy, but I had to bear the pain of losing my loved one, sitting alone in the dark, licking Wound.

I just almost, almost killed Ryan.

When he put me on the ground, what I thought in my heart was: If he kills me tonight, then I will not suffer anymore, if he doesn't kill me, then I will kill him to end my pain .

I took out the right hand which had been hidden behind my back just now, and it was holding my revolver.As if being burned, I slammed the gun that almost became the murder weapon, and looked at my hands in disbelief.

"Crazy! Crazy!!"

I clenched my fist with my right hand and hit the floor with all my strength, screaming in pain.The beast-like roar was completely submerged in the warm applause, no one was alarmed, and no one knew about it.

I almost killed my brother, my most important brother, which made me deeply aware that my spirit was in a very unstable state.

I might be going crazy in a second!

"Are you ok?"

I looked up and looked towards the door, where Andrew was standing, and I had reason to believe he already knew what was going on from my behavior.

I smiled weakly: "Did you come to see me making a joke?"

"You need help." He looked at my right hand meaningfully, the joint was bloody and bloody.

He approached me, wanting to help me up, I grabbed his hand and asked him with a glimmer of hope in my heart: "Can you hypnotize me?"

He looked at me in surprise, then sighed and shook his head after a few seconds: "No, I won't do that."

I yelled at him uncontrollably: "Didn't you say that hypnosis against one's will is immoral? I allow you to hypnotize me now! You hypnotized me to make me forget Ryan, make me stop loving him, let me I..." I closed my eyes, gradually unable to make a sound, tears slid down the corners of my eyes: "Let me not want to hurt him anymore. Please!"

Andy Lu knelt down in front of me, and said to me with infinite compassion: "Hypnosis is just deceiving yourself and others. One day the hypnotized person will wake up. Don't you know this truth the most?"

I understand, yes, I should understand most.From the beginning, I was wrong, I thought I was only greedy for one night of affection, but when Ryan really showed his love to me, I started to greedily ask for more.It was my greed that ruined everything.

"Do you know why I like to listen to opera?" Without waiting for my answer, he continued: "When I was in love with Sebeth, we listened to "The Magic Flute" together. I can't forget that time. Feeling." His eyes flickered, as if he was missing something: "Although I can no longer love her, I can't deny the fact that I once loved her."

"I don't need comfort." I wiped my face and looked at him with no expression on my face: "I know you are a kind person, and only kind people will comfort me, a bad guy like you. So if I said, one day I will hurt Lane, torture Lane, kill Lane, and I will commit these crimes, so you won't hypnotize me?"

What I say is tantamount to a threat, and I hope he can kindly agree to my suggestion.But obviously his faith is above all else, and I can't shake it a bit.

He shook his head firmly: "God has his own will."

God damn God has a will!

I can't convince him, no one can help me, no one in such a big Rome can really help me, and no one can make me free, I suddenly feel a little desperate.

I know I'm not normal, whether it's falling in love with my stepbrother, or wanting to hurt him, wanting to melt him into my flesh, it's not normal!From the moment I discovered my possessiveness towards Ryan, I knew that I would never be able to marry and have children like a normal person.If it's not him who spends my life with me, it doesn't make any sense. I hate self-deception and seek a comfort at random. No one can replace him.

But if he is unwilling and unwilling to accept me, I don't want to fulfill myself by hurting him.I can suppress the madness in my heart for him, I can change from a mad dog to a domestic dog for him, everything is for him.

I thought about it quietly for a long time, and Andrew kept watching me from the sidelines until I calmed down.I thought to myself a little bit, he wouldn't be afraid that I would kill myself in the theater, right?Sure enough, he is a kind person.

I got up slowly, patted my clothes: "Let's go, saint."

Andrew got up and handed me the gun silently. I smiled at him and put it away.

When we left the theater, it was empty and there was no one there.

I hung the clothes on my right arm to cover the wound, but the wound on my face could not be covered, it had to be let go.

"Mr. Lombardi?"

When I heard the voice, I already recognized who it was, and after I turned around, I saw Elizabeth walking towards me, probably because my appearance was too scary, she stopped five steps away from me, and kept looking at me. Torn between me and Andrew.

She probably thought I had gotten into a fight with Andrew, and then I was beaten mercilessly, with my face painted and my feet staggering.

"Miss Elizabeth, good evening." I forced myself to say hello to her.

I actually don't really want to see her right now, I don't want to see anyone or anything that reminds me of tonight.

"The corner of your mouth..."

I wiped it, and there was a little dry blood on my fingertips: "I just fell down."

Such an obvious lie will be seen through as long as the other party is not mentally retarded, but it doesn't matter. In many cases, it is only necessary to maintain superficial politeness between people.My relationship with this lady was not to the point where she would expose my lies and ask me the truth, so we continued to exchange pleasantries like this.

During this period, several opera singers who seemed to have just finished their performance appeared in the theater one after another.And just as I was considering whether to say goodbye to Elizabeth, she suddenly waved happily to the right back of me.

"Hinas!"

Andrew and I turned our heads at the same time and looked at the beautiful young man walking towards us in unison.

Hainas, who had removed her makeup, was less charming and more handsome than a boy, but she was still a little more feminine.

The moment he approached, I felt a strange reaction from the people around me, and Andrew almost instinctively took half a step back.

Haines offered to say hello in a friendly manner: "Hello, gentlemen."

He seemed to have a good relationship with Elizabeth, and Elizabeth hooked his arm as soon as he approached.

Elizabeth introduced me to him: "This is my fiancé's business partner, Mr. Lombardi, and this is..."

She looked at me, and I said, "This is my friend, Andrew..." I looked at Andrew again.

"Andrew Winster."

Andrew shook hands with Haines, but I had to extend my left hand because my right hand was injured.Haines was stunned for a moment, and quickly shook back with his left hand.His hands are very soft, like a girl's, with only a thin layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth.

Elizabeth very excitedly proposed: "Haynes and I want to go out for a drink tonight, do you want to go?"

I smiled at her embarrassedly: "I'll forget it, I'm not suitable to show my face everywhere."

"What about you?" She nodded regretfully and understandingly, then looked at Andrew.

Andrew looked at me and seemed to be hesitating whether to go or not. I was a little surprised that Andrew was worried about me, and even more surprised that he wanted to drink with the person he met for the first time. His attitude has always been very ambiguous, or maybe he is really obsessed with this beautiful and charming boy like a flower.

"I'm not a chick, I can go home by myself," I joked.

I don't need sympathy and pity from others, I just need to be alone and think about what to do next.

Andrew didn't say anything when he heard the words, he just patted me on the shoulder.

After a while, a black car drove over at the corner of the street. Elizabeth saw it sharply, and happily pulled Heiners to the side of the road.

"Kunnan, this way!"

The car pulled up in front of us. The driver was a tall, muscular man with bulges who, by his complexion, were not pure white.

I said goodbye to them, and walked away alone in the direction of the apartment.

The blood on his hands had already congealed, cold and sticky, but he could no longer feel the pain.The street was very quiet in the middle of the night, only occasionally a few drunken drunkards yelled loudly without knowing why.

Walking in the night, I suddenly thought that there is no difference between me and them—they are not as good as their lives.