When people reflect on themselves, it is probably when they can't sleep in the middle of the night.

Whether male or female, there are always a few days of special nervousness, although outsiders always feel that Roman is not nervous for those days a month.

But Roman himself knew exactly what situation he was in.

Honanstine's question is a good question, Roman is not a coward, he does not run away from the question, he is just a little puzzled, because the problem is unsolvable in the book.

There are no examples for the people around him, and Roman, as a personal emotional problem, is like a novice who is just getting started, and he is at a loss.

How Teresa approached him, Roman attributes it to "mystery" and "curiosity" in general.

Teresa is very "mysterious", this mystery is not her life experience, not her deeds, it is her person who gives Roman a very special feeling, he always feels that she is not a story that can be simply told.

Because she can't see it at a glance, she seems mysterious.

He once described Teresa as a delicate thing, with a delicate appearance and a delicate spirit, and in a way Teresa was perfect.

Teresa's perfection does not refer to her flawless character, but to her certain "evil" embellishment that makes her seem to be a mortal, but overall extraordinarily complete.

Roman can count the things that Teresa is not good at, there are too many, but on the other hand she is also good at too many.

Is this nonsense? No, it's a lyrical sentence, which expresses Roman's mood very well at the moment.

Teresa was mortal, and at the same time, he was.

Theresa's "mystery" stimulates his "curiosity", so Roman's own internal chemistry occurs, and many things happen one after another.

Human beings can't escape the inclusion of "visual animals", and Roman, as an imperfect human being, must take the nature of "visual animals".

They always say that the softer the facial lines of women, the easier it is to attract the opposite sex, while men do the opposite.

Teresa's cheekbones showed that her apple muscles were full, but she didn't look young because of them, because her eyes were slightly hanging.

The cunning eye shape makes her look mature that she shouldn't have at this age.

She was thin but not woody, to be exact, Teresa was slim but not weak, at least visually Teresa was much healthier than Lulu.

Like someone who has escaped from a desolate area, Roman sometimes feels that after stripping her skin, she will only be left with her bones.

When she died, even the vultures would come around and leave - because there was nothing to eat.

Roman admits his superficial vision, but on the other hand, there is no shortage of beauties in Sing Tao, and Teresa is different from those beauties, she is the one who sits in the class at the beginning of the 0.

Suddenly, Teresa's status skyrocketed, and she was different from the rest of the world, because her platform had set them apart so well.

Not all beautiful women are smart.

Sitting in the class at the beginning of 0, Teresa, even if she is a mortal, she is also a high-quality mortal.

No matter how many beautiful women there are on Star Island, there are only so many who can enter the circle of 0.

Roman thought in bed.

Theresa would not have been his inevitability, because of the same highly common language, and also driven by human nature.

Teresa is a beautiful opposite sex with strong empathy and thoughtful knowledge.

Take back Miss Mister's sentence, why would anyone not like - excellent, with whom they have a common language, and even the opposite sex who is attractive.

How can such a person exist?

This is his inevitable loss of control, driven by many factors.

Roman thought that his body was hot for unknown reasons, probably because he suddenly understood a question that had puzzled him for a long time.

As someone who doesn't have a lot of empathy skills, Roman feels that he might like Theresa, who is similar to him in some way, but who can roughly complement him.

It was inevitable that his heart would lose control.

Roman touched the position of his left atrium, and his heart was hot.

……

The fishy smell of Hanan, if there is nothing, lingers in the air, and is carried by the wind that pierces the hall and whistles inside the guild.

Lately he's been staying in the guild.

When Hanan woke up, it was already noon, and he would keep vigil at night, rest at dawn, and wake up at the warmest time of the day.

The coals in the stove were only lit when Hanan was away, and Hanan himself did not like to sleep in a warm and hot environment, because then his head would not be comfortable the next day.

Liquid water is warm here, because water that doesn't freeze is always warmer than the wind outside the window.

After washing his face, he felt a slight tingling sensation on his face.

Hanan's skin was cracked and red from years of exposure to the winter winds, and it was hard to believe that the only blood on his face was due to mild frostbite on his cheeks.

Just as Hanan rolled the charcoal in paper balls and lit the charcoal with a match, he heard the sound of people walking this way.

He placed the charcoal he had used to ignite in the charcoal tower that had been piled up on the stove, and he stood up and clapped his hands.

It seemed that the voice was that the president was not walking as fast as he had been when he was younger, but Jonami's body was still strong.

Hanan pulled the window into a small slit, and Jonami was no longer young, he could no longer hit the wind, so Hanan didn't open the window wide as usual.

There was a knock on the door, and the door was unscrewed, and Jonamiah was free to enter and exit the guild without permission.

"Did you go to the vigil last night?"

Jonami's temples have turned so white in recent years that it seems that if a man shows signs of aging, he will be visibly old in just a few years.

"Yes"

Hanan turned his chair and motioned for Jonami to sit down and speak, and he sat down on his bed.

"Come with me, though I want to sit and take a nap too."

Jonami shook his head, he hadn't come for this soft chair by the fire, he had come for one thing.

Hanan didn't ask why, he didn't ask much.

He followed in Jonami's footsteps as he left the room where he had just lit the fire, and the sound of boots characteristic of the North rang out in the hallway.

"What have you heard lately?"

Jonami didn't ask about the east, west, north and south winds, but about the movements around him.

Fang Na said there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Hanan recalled that the north had been peaceful recently.

"No news is the best news, I want you to see someone later."

Jonami took Hanan and turned left and right in the hallway.

"It can't be the Balkans, right?"

When going down the stairs, the sound of Hanan's boots stopped, and on weekdays, Rio Nami would ask Putai to pass on everything, and what did he have to say, this old bone, himself?

"You'll find out when you go."

Hanan's heart was filled with a hint of turmoil, and he had been avoiding meeting with the Balkans in order to reduce the conflict between the two.

The president also seemed to be well aware of this cause, so Jonamiah would not force him to do something.

But today, why did the president insist on letting the two meet?

"What the hell is going on?"

Hanan's few questions came from the real confusion in his heart.

The contradiction between the Balkans and Hanan, Jonami saw in his eyes, the palms and backs of his hands were full of meat, one was the heir and the other was the future of the guild.

Jonami paused, frowned, and weighed.

It's not hard to choose.

"I'll talk about that next."

He chose to remain silent for the rest of the day, for Jonami did not know what a conspiracy the letter was about.

"Hanan, let him, as usual."

As he walked to his office room, Jonami let out a long sigh.

"I understand."

From guessing who Jonami wanted him to meet, Hanan began to control the outflow of his breath, at least to keep the Balkans on a good face until they saw him.

Hearing Hanan's response, Jonah Mihanan learned to tolerate at an age of recklessness, and the vicissitudes of body and mind in his youth.

"Actually, you don't have to freeze your breath."

Jonami felt it, and Hanan's aura began to fade, Hanan was sensible, but his son was not a really sensible person, although the Balkans were obedient under his nose.

"It's not impossible for Lao Tzu to make him happy for a while."

Hanan touched his earrings and smacked.

Jonami pushed the door open, and Balkan was just getting up, and the expression on his face began to freeze as he saw his father followed by a familiar stranger.

When Hanan passed through the Balkans, the Balkans found that the smell of Hanan was gone, and Hanan's footsteps were gentle, and he walked past him with a gust of cold wind.

Hanan doesn't call him "young master" like a hunter in the guild, in his consciousness the Balkans are just Balkans and nothing, and Hanan glanced at him with his eyes when he saw him without saying anything

Seeing that Hanan found a place to sit down, even his father Jonami's right-hand man was calling himself "young master", but Hanan was not.

Balkan was uncomfortable in his heart, and Jonami was not good at it, but he made a note of it.

"I won't introduce it, Hanan and the Balkans, you can get to know each other."

Jonami made a symbolic introduction, he knew that the two young men knew each other in private, but because of the formality, neither side said it.

"I always thought you were a legend in a guild, the first time I met a real person."

Balkan opened his mouth, he was a polite young man in front of his father, and he was more inclined to show his good side to his father.

"Not anymore."

Hanan replied, which was a polite agreement.

He said that he was now sitting here to fulfill that he was not a legend.

Balkan looked at Hanan and glanced at him lightly, and replied with a sentence that was not salty or light.

"Every time you show up, there is always a smell of blood in the guild, what is the smell of blood that will last for a long time?"

Balkan looked at Hanan nestled in his seat, his cold appearance and his eyes without warmth, always showing his wariness of outsiders.

"Okay, in the Balkans, there's no need to get to the bottom of these problems."

Jonami waved his hand to signal the Balkans not to dwell on these questions, which Jonami didn't want Hanan to answer.

The fewer people who know about this issue, the better, as this is important for guild stability.

Listening to Jonami's interruption, the Balkans had a somewhat sneering feeling.

Hanan had been quiet all the time, he just played with his braids with his hands on his split legs, quite indifferent.

After all, he had received instructions from the president to let the Balkans go a little, so he was silent and silent, and even the aura that made the Balkans unhappy was reined in, and the edge was fully retracted.