She had also suffered from starvation as a child, and it was a sensation that made death visible to the naked eye, so she knew that only those who had tasted that would have such a reverence for food.

"Night King, can't you tell me your real name? I've known you for 6 years, but I still don't know your name, where you're from, or what you've been through. ”

The Night King smiled, "Why, someone wants to buy my information from you?" ”

Didilia's chest tingled slightly, and she still managed to keep a smile on her face as she looked at the Night King.

She knew the Night King was joking, but it was true that there had always been a subtle sense of distance between the two.

After knowing each other for 6 years, she still can't see through the Night King, and I don't know if he really trusts her. And she is no longer a girl, and she has a clear understanding of whether she is in love with a man.

But it is precisely because of this that she feels sad at the moment.

"Night King, I think I love you, no kidding." Didilia whispered.

The Night King glanced up at her, put down his chopsticks, and said, "Just kidding, according to your wisdom and means, even if you really want to use my information, you will not use such a clumsy method." Of course, I apologize if this joke hurt you. ”

"It's okay, it's just that I want to know more about you. If you want to know about me, I'm willing to tell you all about it. ”

Outside the window, it was still a lively scene, but there was a cold air flow between Didilia and the Night King, slowly whirling, watching the two of them in boredom.

After a long silence, the Night King poured Didilia a glass of wine, which she took and then poured him another.

The clear, yellowish liquid swayed slightly in the glass, and a faint golden afterglow crept in through the window, climbed onto the table, and quietly dripped into the glass. At first glance, it looks like a little stardust has fallen into the wine glass.

"Didilia, first of all, I want to tell you that I don't love you." The Night King said quietly.

"You are beautiful and charming, but it has nothing to do with it, I decided a long time ago not to fall in love with anything, men and women wild dogs, big trees, everything is no different for me.

I don't know what love means to you, but in my memory, love is not something that a guy like me who has nothing and no tomorrow can promise and have. ”

Didilia stared at the man in front of her, lowering her eyes and revealing a lonely smile.

"Looks like the Queen of Flirting should be fought, Chablis white wine is a little lower."

The Night King looked at the food on the table and said, "But some things are better explained." Didilia, who has known me for 6 years and hasn't told you anything about me, is not distrustful of you - I will never build a friendship with someone I don't trust for 6 years, please trust me.

But, even though I was joking, if one day someone really wants to buy my information from you, I don't think you should know. ”

“…… Why? ”

The Night King took a sip of wine, and the sky outside the window was still clear, reminiscent of the blue of the sea, which had now begun to be covered with strips of golden silk.

"Because you're not fit to lie, and because you're a strong woman. I think you've had a hard time, but you've never sold your body for survival – no offense, and if I were you, I'd do everything I could to use my capital for profit. This is too normal in the Chaos region, but you agree with this, right? ”

Didilia nodded thoughtfully, but the next moment there was a sly smile in her eyes.

"You're right, but Mr. Night King, how can you be so sure that I would choose to lie and conceal your information instead of selling it?

I like money more than you think, and if it's enough, I don't think I'm going to be on your side—especially after hearing this man say he doesn't love me. You'd better remember that a woman is cruel to the devil when she is ruthless......"

Facing the triumphant Didilia, the Night King smiled and shook his head.

"Okay, you're good, anyway, I just want you to understand, it's for your safety, not because of distrust."

A flush appeared on Didilia's cheeks, and she drank the soft liquid from the wine glass with her head up, exhaled a long breath, and said, "Honestly the Night King, I'm not afraid of death. ”

The Night King picked up a slice of lettuce, chewed it slowly, and said, "I'm not afraid. ”

"But none of us died. Why? ”

"You don't deserve to die, and I can't die just yet."

"I said Night King, tell me everything about you, I will never leak any information, even if it will one day send me into the abyss. Knowing nothing about the people I love makes me sad more than dying.

What the hell is going on! Obviously, he is more eager to understand the person he loves than anyone else, but he is the most ignorant and stupid one, and it is better to die comfortably than to live like this. ”

The Night King's dark eyes were full of Didilia's drunken and hazy appearance.

Didelia propped her forehead, her eyelids closed one by one, and struggled for a while, finally closing her eyes and lying down on the dining table weakly.

She rested on her arm, her eyes full of confusion, staring blankly at a point in the space, as if trying to condense the sadness that could not be forgotten by alcohol at the moment, so that it would pass away with the wind.

"Just know that half a bottle of Chablis is enough to make you drunk and unconscious, exactly like your birthday."

The Night King finished his share and brought the leftovers of Didilia to himself, sipping his wine as he slowly sorted out the rest of the food.

After eating, washing and putting the dishes back in the cupboard, the Night King came to the dining table, hugged the sleeping Didillia, picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, laid her gently on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and went to the window, closed the window, and closed the curtains.

She and her clothes were scattered all over the floor. The Night King sighed helplessly and put all his clothes in the basket.

After tidying up, the Night King sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at Didilia's sleeping face, pulling her hair aside to reveal her full, smooth forehead.

Didilia slept soundly, but the corners of her eyes drooped slightly, and her eyelashes were a little wet.

"My name is Dewey Quinn, the white barbarian who is most spurned by you humans, and the son of a demon born from the union of a human woman."

The Night King looked at her intently and murmured softly.

"According to the annals of the White Barbarians, the children born of the union of the White Barbarians and humans will go to hell after death. My father was the seventh emperor of the White Barbarians, and after I was born, he destroyed all the annals that recorded this statement, but I still know this fact. ”