He had known him since he was thirteen years old, and he had grown up with him.

He was not happy, not happy.

There is no pain.

There is no sorrow.

Because he doesn't feel it.

But the only thing that shocked him as a subordinate was.

That incident five years ago.

I don't know why, Bai Zhiyuan didn't know how to get into a fight with the lord of the bloodthirsty main island, GD.

Then he said to him.

He felt it.

I felt happy.

For the first time in my life, I felt happy.

That's what I felt from the Bloodthirsty Lord King.

But.

Bai Zhiyuan didn't know what to do because he had never felt it.

Gradually, he wanted to attract her attention.

Constantly doing all kinds of tricks to get her attention to him.

Because that feeling was the first feeling in his life.

That's fun.

It's a pity that he did the wrong thing.

He thought that by going against her, hurting her, and attracting her attention, he would be happy.

But it didn't.

At last.

Not only did he not feel that happy feeling, but when he personally sent her to the execution ground.

But another novel feeling floated in my heart.

It felt as if the whole world was dark.

It was as if something had been deprived of me.

It's like a heart being cut by a knife.

Pain.

For the first time, I felt it.

It hurts.

Numb.

He couldn't tell what it was like, and he didn't say anything to anyone.

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"Alas, Lord Bai, rest more, don't be tired."

The man stood behind him, inadvertently overseeing the pile of papers on the side.

I was a little distressed in an instant.

"Okay."

Bai Zhiyuan didn't have the slightest sign of getting angry, but responded directly.

For his childhood sweetheart, Bai Zhiyuan has never argued much.

Because he knows that he is doing it for his good.

After hearing Bai Zhiyuan's answer.

The corners of the man's mouth couldn't help but raise slightly, and a trace of bitterness appeared in his eyes.

"Heaven has been so unfair to you."

He muttered under his breath and left the computer room.

The moment Bai Zhiyuan left and closed the door, he raised his eyes and glanced there.

There is still a little tea juice between the thin lips, and the mouth is still filled with a bitter taste.

Suddenly, his two fingers clenched the teacup.

The eyes were a little distracted.

I could feel that there was no wave in his heart.

There really are no waves.

No pain, no joy.

I don't know what it is.

There are no parents either.

I can't remember anything before the age of thirteen.

It's like a blank space.

All he remembered was that the first time he opened his eyes and saw the world was in an orphanage.

Bullied, humiliated.

While other children were led out of the orphanage by adopters, he didn't.

Always an outlier of outliers.

After staying in the orphanage for nearly half a year, he left directly.

No one in the orphanage cared if he was there or not.

As for how he got his name.

It all stemmed from the short English tattoo on his right arm.

Later, he learned that his name was Bai Zhiyuan.

What a nice name.

But why is it so desolate when it is pronounced......

Sometimes.

While he watched his peers laugh happily, he didn't know why they were laughing.

When he saw others crying, he didn't know why they were crying.

No, but there is consciousness.

Really...... Scold.