Lance forced himself to get back to his feet, his calves trembling as if they had been filled with lead, his lungs hula hula heaving, burning pain running down his pores into his bloodstream, but he didn't have time to worry about it all, his chaotic brain was occupied by a desperate panic, he was walking aimlessly, he was going to run away from here, he was going to get out of here quickly—he was crazy, he was really crazy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

How could he lose his mind, and just hear a name, and run desperately; How could he lose control, as if everything was no longer important, desperately grasping for a glimmer of life; How could he be a moth to a fire, burning his life into madness, leaving everything behind him, just for that one name, a simple and stupid one! How could he be like this, how could he be like this, how could he be like this, the more turbulent the emotions in his heart, the clearer the joy of luck, the more cheerful the joy of happiness, the more intense the fear that penetrated into his heart, he couldn't do this, he didn't allow himself to be like this.

Hasn't he been taught enough? Wasn't he hurt deep enough? Wasn't the pain he endured heavy enough? It took him two lives to learn his lesson, he went through a lot of hardships to get to where he is today, to make himself hard-hearted, to make himself invulnerable, to make himself cold-blooded and ruthless, is it all ruined like this?

He's crazy, he's really crazy.

Did he forget that Li Jin drowned in order to save a little girl, but before he died, the little girl's parents didn't even stop, just watched him sink to the bottom of the river, swallowed up by the turbulent river little by little, and that kind of unbelievable despair shattered in his eyes like a nightmare.

Has he forgotten that Lancelot stood timidly in front of Frank and Fiona, believing that they were kind parents and that they would give him a warm family, but his ignorance almost killed him, and almost killed Ian and Gawain, and that he was so stupid and naïve that he had not had enough of being beaten to the point of bleeding.

Has he forgotten that Lancelot took such a cautious step again, choosing to believe in Ryan, Tucker, Jason, and this group of friends who gathered together for the movie, but in the end they ended up leaving the house, and the betrayal became a joke.

Has he forgotten that Li Jin traveled through the years after becoming Lance, he fled Los Angeles in a hurry and went to New York, trying to create a world, only to mistakenly give his trust to George, stupidly handed over his lifeline to the enemy, all the good opportunities for success were cut off little by little by what he thought was his best friend, and when he finally understood, that heart-rending hatred and pain seemed to have no end.

……

Has he forgotten all of it? Don't he remember? His purity, his innocence, his simplicity, his enthusiasm, his persistence, his dreams, his trust...... All this has cost him two lives, isn't that enough? Does he have to lose a third life again? How stupid he was, so stupid as to allow himself to expose his weakness again; How crazy he is, crazy enough to let himself fall in love with someone, to let himself surrender trust and weakness again.

Love.

The thought popped into his mind, and he grabbed Lance's throat so hard that all breathing stopped, and even his brain froze. Impossible, absolutely impossible, he can't fall in love with that person, to be precise, he can't fall in love with anyone, he can't fall in love with anyone, he shouldn't fall in love with anyone. Even as he gritted his teeth, the desperate fear made his muscles tremble slightly, as if he could clearly feel that the whole world was beginning to fall apart, and all the self-confidence, all the strength, all the faith that had been built up since being born again began to crumble.

He is really crazy, just like those sixteen-year-old stupid little girls, unswervingly believing that love can change the world, ignorant and ignorant believing that the world exists forever, wishful thinking chasing the romance of the sea and the rocks, but not knowing that the so-called trust is to expose his back, and then hand the dagger to the other party with his own hands, waiting for the fatal knife. He's crazy, he must be crazy.

Yes, he must be crazy, it's just a miscalculation of the dopamine in his brain......

"Lance!" A figure appeared in front of Lance without warning, his face full of worry, those bright eyes full of doubts and worries in the night, but more pliable and determined, it was Emma Stone.

Lance's gaze fell on the figure, a short white lace dress made her look sweet and well-behaved, her short dark red hair was coiled into a bun, and the shadows of light and shadow outlined the soft arc of her chin, which looked like the mottled silhouette of angel wings. The heart shrank suddenly, and the slight throbbing was so clear that Lance's eyes showed a trace of sadness, and he slowly sank in despair, like a feather falling from a high altitude, fluttering without any strength, but still unstoppable under the pull of gravity, continuing to sink.

"Are you alright? You're soaking wet, your face looks really bad, are you okay? Emma obviously didn't understand what was happening, her eyes were full of worry, she had never seen Lance before, she was embarrassed and fragile, but there were danger signals all over her body, and that sharp and intense aura was like a volcano bursting, and it was released so violently that no one around dared to approach it, as if if she would be crushed to pieces by Lance if she took a small step closer - even if everyone knew that such an idea was ridiculous, but still no one wanted to step forward.

One small step, Emma took a cautious but determined step forward, and another small step, "Lance, you're shaking, you know what?" Do you need to call a doctor? Are you sure it's okay? Another small step, Emma was approaching Lance little by little, she could clearly feel the hot breath coming to her face, that unstable and dangerous aura was like a time bomb, as if her life would be in danger at any time, but Emma's steps did not hesitate, slow but firm, "Lance, you need rest, you need a hot bath, you need food, I ...... I can get you a cup of hot chocolate. ”

Hold it.

Emma grabbed Lance's left arm, it was so cold that she couldn't help but shiver, it was still August, but Lance seemed to be back from the December North Pole, his muscles were stiff as stones, and there was no temperature at all.

"I'm fine." Without waiting for Emma to say anything more, Lance directly shook off her right hand, the sharp eyes did not have any resistance, and attacked viciously, Emma only felt that the coldness could be felt in the depths of her soul, and what was even more terrifying than the cold was the terrifying light, which cruelly and bloodily tore all her protective shells, "Don't be smart, you are nothing, and you will not be anything." You know, self-righteous women look the most unappetizing. ”

Emma was hit hard, and the pain that penetrated the body and hit the soul directly was so turbulent that Emma's hands couldn't help curling up, and she couldn't stop shivering three times in a row.

"Pretending to be aggrieved, pretending to be weak, I've seen a lot of this set, and moreover, it's still on the bed/. As for your ......" Emma could hear Lance's hoarse voice, which smelled of blood, and even a hint of mockery, and without hesitation, swung her knife down, ringing softly in her ears like the sound of a viper spitting letters; Emma felt Lance's red eyes look her up and down, and at this moment, she stood in front of Lance in shame and embarrassment as if she had been stripped of all her clothes, "Snort", the soft shameful laughter made Emma almost unable to stand still, "I know you'd love to climb into my bed, but I'm not interested, especially for underage girls who aren't fully developed. ”

"You know, hurting me doesn't mean you're protecting yourself." Emma raised her head and looked directly at Lance, her hands clenched into fists, so that the whole person was trembling, but she still did not have any timidity, did not hesitate, and boldly and directly met Lance's cold and piercing eyes.

Lance could see that Emma's translucent eyes were covered with a layer of mist, but she didn't flinch in the slightest, she didn't intend to hide her vulnerability, and she didn't plan to give up easily, but she just cast her gaze unswervingly, and Lance's chest was hit hard with a muffled sound. "You can't hurt everybody and not hurt yourself." Emma's voice trembled slightly, but the courage hidden in the voice was so hot that it made Lance a little embarrassed.

Lowering his eyes, Lance hid the emotions in his eyes and sneered, "I've watched too many romance novels and romance movies, and you've started to fantasize, boring girls are always like this, and they have a lot of fantasies." But, I'm not the hero of your story, and I'm not interested. With that, Lance walked straight away,

The lively crowd of onlookers is unknown, everything happened too fast, completely between the lightning and flint, and people's impression is still that Lance went to the sea to save people, but they are not sure whether the person was rescued or not, and they are not sure why the person suddenly fell into the water. Seeing the imposing Lance, people dodged one after another, watching Lance walk all the way into the hall, and then disappear at the top of the stairs, leaving only water-stained footprints on the ground, reminding that an accident had just happened.

Lance strode forward, and after walking up the stairs, he glanced at Emma's stubborn and determined back, which seemed to be stronger than before, and his thin shoulders carried the weight of the night. Then Lance went to his bedroom on the second floor without a pause, rushed all the way into the bathroom, turned on the faucet in the bathtub, and the world fell silent amid the sound of the water. (To be continued.) )