Jing Mohao: I have been fighting horses for half my life, and I am proud of my life, but I can't get you to admit that you love me.

Luoxi: I have exhausted my youth for ten years, and I am tender at the age of 100, and I can't wait for you to promise to marry me.

Mo is full of flowers, in the next life, who will you be to me...

- Wedges

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The stars are low, and everything is silent.

This is the closest cliff to the starry sky, and it is also the place where they go on every date.

The man was dressed in a black robe, with brown hair, fine and soft, reflecting the clear glow of the moonlight, and a pair of red eyes glowing with a ghostly light in the dark night, standing at the end of the cliff.

The woman stood behind him with gentle eyes, and she took the man's hand with a shallow smile.

"Dark, I'm pregnant."

"Really?" The man's indifference was not a surprise.

"Aren't you happy?" The woman's face was filled with the happiness of a new mother, and she couldn't get rid of it.

"Do you want it?"

The woman suddenly panicked when he asked like this, "Don't you want it?" ”

The man's expression was indistinct in the night, but she could also vaguely sense that he was abnormal tonight.

"Dark, what's wrong with you?"

The man was silent for a long time, then suddenly turned around and pulled her into his arms, and said in a low voice, "If you want, give birth to a daughter." ”

"Why?" The woman flickered her big bright eyes at him, and the handsome man who had made her incorrigibly addicted.

"Because... If you give birth to a son, you will be taken away by our people. The man's voice was low, but also a little helpless.

"Take away? Where to? I won't give it to them! The woman pulled the man's broad palm tighter and stared at the bloody mole on his collarbone as if to carve him into her own marrow.

The man's expression was slightly dark, and his voice was even deeper, "Don't struggle in vain, they will take him to a place you will never find." It's also where I'm going to be going back soon. ”

"You're going to go too? Why, can you bring me along? Don't leave me behind, okay? ”

The woman's voice was out of tune, and she was completely panicked.

"If I could, I would." The man hugged her tightly, and his words were calm, but he knew very well that this matter, no matter what, had only one ending.

That is, no...

The night afterward, under the clearest starry sky, the woman would still come to this cliff to wait, her belly grew bigger day by day, but the man in black with red eyes never appeared again.

Before giving birth, the woman called the midwife and said, "If I give birth to a daughter, I will immediately carry her to my bed, and if I give birth to a son, please be sure to strangle him to death in swaddling clothes." ”

She was pregnant for ten months, and she thought about it too much for too long.

At this moment, she finally decided that she would rather never see him than have him suffer without his mother in a place she could not take care of.

The midwife who received the money agreed.

A cry.

The woman turned her head weakly, and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of a small, soft hand stretched out to her beside her.

Thankfully, it's a daughter.

Outside the door.

A dark shadow flashed, and a spaceship sailed off the ground in a wasteland, disappearing in the vast and mysterious space.

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Twenty-two years later.

The night is like ink, and the presidential suite on the top floor of the Flame Hotel is filled with a strong smell of alcohol in every corner.

The man was wearing a pair of black slacks, naked~ naked, pacing Changhong's steps, and appeared at the door of the bedroom.

The delicate facial features are like carvings, the dark eyes are as deep as the starry sky, the thin lips as thin as a knife are embellished with cold sensuality, and the slightly wet short black hair has water droplets from time to time, dripping on his strong chest, exuding the ultimate charm.

The man approached and looked down condescendingly at the woman who was sleeping on the bed, his eyebrows frowning slightly.

He quietly lit a cigarette, leaned lightly on the edge of the porch, and looked at the woman who was still sleeping on his bed, and couldn't help but feel bored.

"Still not up?" He said coldly.

Where is the woman still a little sober, and the only thing that responds to him is the circle of clouds that spread and rise from his mouth.

The man extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, stepped forward and reached out to break the woman's small and delicate face, looking at her sleeping face.

The skin can be blown and broken, the tips of the eyebrows are delicate, the long eyelashes are low, sprinkled with a fine light and shadow, trembling slightly with a slight gasp, Sakura's lips are slightly open, I don't know what to mumble.

Where did the stupid woman come from.

"What's your name?"

The woman slapped his hand away irritably, turned around, and turned her back to him.