How much do you love the person you love, even if it's being taken advantage of?

He looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes full of calmness. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The woman waved her hand, and the black-clothed man next to her swarmed up, he retreated and retreated, and then fell from the window on his back, entered the water with a thud, and disappeared.

"This is a bureau, a bureau just for you." I reminded him.

"I hope so." He carefully dried his clothes, looking like he had no desire to communicate.

"Do you love her?"

"It's supposed to be love."

"Is she the one you say she has been forever?"

"Yes."

There was obvious hesitation when he said yes, and without waiting for me to ask more, he had already begun to get dressed.

The man is not ugly, but he is not handsome, he belongs to the kind of ordinary appearance, and the medium height looks tall against the backdrop of the tight body.

He fumbled and drew his knife and slashed it across his face, slashing after stab, until his whole face was no longer visible.

Blood fell down the blade onto the fire, making intermittent snorting sounds. Heralding the beginning of a revenge.

Hate from love, or hatred to pity, is not enough to move the wound on his face. Or in his opinion, either love or revenge must be dyed with blood.

We didn't go back to the hotel where we stayed before, but directly found a stable to rest, and by the way took a few clothes that people had dried outside.

"Don't you need to check it out?" I pointed to his face, a little worried that something would go wrong.

"It won't be long"

I didn't answer. Follow him towards the town's square. The square is used for gatherings in the town, and it is very lively on the fifteenth day of the new year. Today coincided with the rally, and we were almost carried forward by the crowd.

The scars on his face were covered by a veil, and although people were curious, they were not as interesting as the excitement of the rally.

"It's only been one night, and the wanted notice has been posted." I looked at the photo on the wanted warrant and quipped. It was a cropped group photo, the man in the photo, dressed in a white suit, smiling very happily, with a small hand on the crook of the arm, with white gauze hollow gloves, five slender fingers, it can be seen that he is a rich woman with ten fingers that do not touch the spring water. "It seems that you may have suffered a complete betrayal." I laughed, and then I felt a hard object on my waist come against me.

It was a gun, and even though he knew it was his memories and that I was just a bystander to his memories, he did it anyway.

As if I didn't feel anything, I continued my tirade. "Do you say that your woman betrayed you, or did your organization betray you, did you expose it, or did your woman expose it?"

He didn't speak, just silently withdrew the gun. He turned his head in the other direction.

I know the entanglement in his heart, no one will not be entangled in the face of love, let alone life and death, and once love and life and death are compared with each other, I think no matter how powerful people are, they will make difficulties, let alone a person who lives at the junction of life and death every day, love can save him, but more often it brings him destruction.

I don't think the result matters to him now, or that he already has a result in his mind, and all he needs to do is to accomplish it.

I kept up with him, not fast, but steady.