That's right, the owner of the game's name [Empty as the Truth is Real] is Empty Twilight.

As an autistic child, he didn't like to interact with outsiders or talk to other people, but after a period of silence, he enjoyed playing games.

Or maybe he liked the layer of the network that was separated by the game when he played the game. That layer of the network can shield the malice of others, and it can also protect his cowardice from being discovered by others.

And as long as he works hard, he can become a master in this game, and everyone will be in the limelight, instead of continuing to interpret the cowardly and incompetent coward in real life.

He likes to have a protective film like this, so what he says online will be more than realistic.

The housekeeper has taken care of him in the past few years, and Ji Li has played a few games with him tonight, which is almost more than the number of exchanges between the housekeeper and him in the past few years.

"Did the young master also encounter any happy things? Laughing so happily. The old butler's face was full of kindness, but the question he had carefully considered made Kong Duyang cold, and things returned to the way he was before.

Or not just that the living should not be approached, but that no one should want to enter his heart. It doesn't matter who you are.

The old butler sighed silently in his heart and put the sugar water on the table.

Kong Duyang had already lowered his head, and his breath was so low that he could be. The smile just now was really just a flash in the pan.

I don't know exactly when this situation will be a head.

The old butler felt sad in his heart. When the old lady entrusted the little young master to him, he still had the ambition to bring the little young master out of the shadows, but now, he felt that as long as the little young master was good, he was stronger than anything else.

If you can smile like you just did, it's a luxury.

Seeing that Kong Duyang never responded to the gentleman of the old Jiaxing, and then exited the room.

After he left, Twilight suddenly raised his head, his gaze faint, as if something had flashed by.

The sugar water on the table was bright in color, a few small white fungus flowers bloomed in the bowl, and the soup spoon and bowl were milky white.

Kong Duyang reached out and took the sugar water, but the next second it went directly into the trash can, without any expression on his face, looking a little cold.

The night sky hung low, as if a mockery was heard.

Where in this world will anyone be good to him, everything is just an illusion.

They were respectful on their lips, and they might be scolding him in their hearts—you monster,

Twilight Yang closed his eyes, and suddenly the bloody images that popped out of his memory made him feel uncomfortable even breathing.

He lives in the past.

Even if his body is in the present, his heart is still stuck in the past, and he can't jump out of the curse and shadow of the beginning.

He was torn apart by the monster in his predicament, and no one would be really good to him.

There is a pink lollipop underneath the pillow.

His lips that were originally tightly pursed loosened the moment he touched the lollipop, like a spring breeze turning snow, and only tenderness was left after melting.

The aroma of strawberry lollipops wafted in the air, and the sweet fragrance did not make him feel impatient, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth became more and more obvious.

He doesn't believe in anyone, but if he fancies something, he will never let go, just like this lollipop in his hand, if someone wants to rob him-