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The blue sky at noon is surprisingly blue and endless.

Not a single cloud could be found, and the wind was quiet and resting.

The stagnant and stagnant air seemed to be as still as if it were stagnant water.

It was like a pool of stagnant water, and in the stagnant air,

The hot sun makes people sweat awe-inspiring.

Sweat seems to be constantly secreted, as if it can't be exhausted, wiped and dripped, dripping and wiping.

At that time, Yin Ling just quietly looked at the raging figure in the distance, sluggish.

What is he? What kind of person is he?

He seemed to be the person she knew best.

He often has her by his side, and she often has him by her side.

However, it always seems that in an instant,

In an instant, that one fell short,

That leaf fell into the air, in her eyes,

In that out-of-place world, it's like a stranger.

It's like a person she doesn't know at all.

Is it his indifference, or his ruthlessness,

Or his silent speechlessness and speechlessness.

His silence spread a terrifying and unusually cold aura in the hot air.

She was not close to him, but in that cold breath, she couldn't help but shiver, and her whole body trembled.

"Monster, monster, Ye Luokong, this kid is a monster......"

The stubborn and weak voices shouted in the collective, and these voices gradually became weaker.

-- until it disappears completely.

He explained about it: "Their death...... It has nothing to do with me. ”

He had only explained to one person, and that person was her, He Yinling.

He only said it once.

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Remember......

It was the first time I went to her home.

He was led home by He Shengkun, and he watched the world coldly as usual.

He also thought that the family might not be long before they squeezed him out or sent him away.

Even died suddenly in some accident.

Accidentally...... Nature is death,

Even a group of innocent good people, even the good people who adopted him, died.

Although it seems to be indirectly related to him, it seems to have nothing to do with him, and he died.

He had no sense of fear and no idea what self-blame was.

He just didn't care.

The world, in his eyes, seemed to have nothing to care about.

"In the future, you will have a sister who is one year younger than you." That was He Shengkun's voice.

It was his adoptive father's voice, kind and kind.

It's just that the cold envelops him, and he doesn't feel any warmth.

Just at the moment when He Shengkun inserted the keyhole into the door lock,

The wind blew on his blue head as if it had touched his heart.

He Shengkun's voice was still ringing above him, "She is my daughter, her name is Yin Ling." ”