After a long time, he snorted and said slowly: "Woman and villain, I still like to stay with villains" The laughter spread, so that people can imagine the face in the dark, and the smile on the face at this moment is how frivolous it is.

"You" Situ Yuli was annoyed, his mood was not very good, and when he said this, it was simply adding fuel to the fire.

"Do you like to talk to people like this,,, what you, you, I have a name" The man's body disappeared in an instant, and there was a thick dissatisfaction in his voice, like a child who can't ask for sugar.

Situ Yuli was stunned, then thought about it again, and then remembered that this was the second time she had met him, but she didn't know his name and didn't even think about it.

"Hey, do you really like him" The man saw that she was silent, and he spoke first, breaking the silence.

"Like" is not so much liking, but loving her, she thinks, she has always loved him

When they first met, he planted a seed in her heart, and day after day, year after year, her faint feeling for him was unconsciously watered by time to sprout and take root, but it was not destined to bear fruit.

She understands this better than anyone else.

"I like it very much" The man's low voice was gone, and it seemed to be the usual heartiness, which was a little hard to believe, because such a change was really fast.

"I like it very much" is such a positive answer, she has never admitted it to anyone, she did not expect that she would confess this relationship in front of such a stranger

"Didn't you think about whether it was worth it" In the night, he stared at the woman who was also in the night, and suddenly, he felt some sympathy for this woman, and asked what the world was like, only to make life and death promise

As soon as the words fell, she didn't answer, but, in the dark, he vaguely saw the woman shaking her head gently, very lightly, but with a distressing and helpless feeling.

It's very familiar, it's a very familiar feeling.

She is very similar to him.

"There are lovers in the world, and this love has nothing to do with the wind and the moon" He chanted this poem lightly, as if describing the unplaceable feelings of the woman in front of him, as if he was sighing for himself.

"Heh, hehe" He couldn't see her smile, but he could hear that there was countless helplessness and pain hidden in her smile.

Love, what is love, why can even life and death be put aside.

"Love and hate, only in a thought, if you really love him, bless him, why bother to force yourself to such a point" he said slowly, word by word, just because he wanted to comfort her.

Seeing her is like seeing a shadow of yourself, a shadow that is exactly the same as he once was.

"The mirrors and flowers are all blurred, and the people in them know the taste" If you are not this person, how can you know the taste.

"Everyone knows what it tastes like," he whispered as she spoke, and then a wild laugh rang out, and even he didn't know why he laughed, but he suddenly found that the smile in his heart was getting deeper and deeper, and he wanted to suppress it but couldn't suppress it, so he had to let it out.

Situ Yuli turned to face the man who was immersed in darkness, her eyes were a little inquiring, she didn't know why he was laughing, she knew that his laughter was not laughing at her, it was more like laughing at himself.

Self-deprecation, why

"You" she wondered, full of doubts.

Although this man did not have much contact with her, he was like a fan, she had heard her father-in-law say that he would send a killer to Xiling, and then cooperate with her driver.

The killer in her imagination should be a ruthless and cold-blooded person, difficult to approach, and unapproachable.

But he didn't have a deep contact with him, but she had never seen him treat people indifferently, on the contrary, he was better communicative and close than anyone else, was this an illusion, or was it just because he and she could only see each other at night.

Night, always gives people a sense of mystery that is unwarranted.

Just like the man in front of her gave her.

"Emotional things can't be forced, what is yours is yours, not yours, the result of forcing it can only be to destroy yourself, and in the end, in vain, you are sad" The shallow voice sounded low on this empty corridor, scattered in every part of the corridor with the wind, like an illusion.

"He originally belonged to me" What is forced, she doesn't understand, she really doesn't understand, she only knows, he is hers, he should belong to her, she loves him more than anyone else, why is she forcing it, why

"There is no such thing as this world in this world, everything is changing, just like the change of the sun and the moon in nature, the exchange of the four seasons" He lightened his eyes, staring at the glimmer of light in the vanity of the night, and his eyes became more and more blurred.

"You won't understand my feelings, you're a killer, why should you teach me this," she coldly retorted to his words, although she agreed with her heart, she still didn't want to admit it, face it.

Just because she is unwilling, very unwilling.

Obviously, she is so close to him, why does he have no feelings for her.

Obviously she was so far away from him, why did she get it.

Obviously, she has been by his side for so many years, why would he like the woman he got along with in just a few days.

Her words lingered in his head like a phrase that had swirled in his ears for years.

"You are a killer, why teach me a lesson about ruthlessness"

Yes, he is a killer, how can he teach others about their ruthlessness, at least, their ruthlessness is still evidence-based, and how many of his souls under his sword have a grudge against him, and owe a blood debt that cannot be compensated and has to be repaid with their own lives

Uncountable, unclear.

"I want her to lose everything, I want to take back everything that belongs to me, and I can only blame God for being so unfair," she said indifferently, thinking that in this way she could hide her fragile heart in the deepest part of her heart, and not let anyone see or touch it.

The cold wind blew through the cold silence of the empty corridor, and the air was silent, so quiet that he could hear the pain and struggle in her heart.

Amorous is always hurt ruthlessly, so why bother hurting yourself.

"God is always fair" does not give any explanation, because he knows that no amount of explanation will be in vain.

The heart blinded by hatred, the eyes blinded by love, people always can't let go of themselves, and they can't breathe until they wake up.

The more you pursue, the more you are destined to lose, and in the end, you lose yourself.

I'm lucky.

Miss, my life.

If you open it, you will see the sea and the sky, and what you can't see can only be immersed in pain all day long.