Silence fell in the room.
Shadow's face was cold, his eyes were lowered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
On the other side, Kelsey made herself another cup of hot tea and held it with both hands.
The warmth in the palm of her hand melted away some of the coldness in her aura, making the Queen of Rhode Island look quite relaxed at this moment, more or less as youthful and energetic as her face.
"You are too tired, go and rest."
After waiting for a long time, Shadow didn't say anything. Kelsey put down the tea cup, her voice softer than before.
"Kelsey."
The shadow that seemed to have lost its soul suddenly reacted. She stared intently at the face of the person behind the table, showing her little fangs, looking like an angry cat.
"I really want to stuff you back into the sarcophagus."
"You can do this."
Hearing the threat from the shadow, Kelsey's heart didn't waver.
"But no matter how many times I go in or how long I stay, it will never be the same as it was originally."
"You understand."
These words were like a thin needle piercing into Shadow's heart. She deflated like a balloon, slumped on the chair, and looked sideways at the ceiling.
It became lifeless in an instant.
"Why couldn't we just be peaceful in the first place?"
"In that case, things wouldn't develop like this, right?"
"You've said this countless times."
The fragrance of tea filled the mouth, nourishing the taste buds and Kelsey's slightly tired spirit.
"History cannot be rewritten and time cannot be turned back."
"Try your best to save it."
Shadow didn't reply.
She still maintained that salty look, her eyes were dull, and her soul had long gone.
Kelsey ignored her and leaned back to enjoy a pleasant lunch break.
"I'm going back."
This time, Shadow's recovery time was much shorter than before, and he didn't mention anything about Valentine. After saying hello, he turned around and left.
She knew from the conversation just now that Kelsey didn't care what Valentin was going to do.
It can even be said that she doesn't even care about Rhode Island.
Relative to that "original goal."
That's right. How long has Rhode Island been established? How long have they worked hard for that cause?
Is a relationship of several decades comparable to a relationship of nearly a thousand years?
Definitely not.
Thinking about it this way, it seemed that whatever happened in Rhode Island had nothing to do with him.
Shadow opened the door and walked down the empty corridor. She always felt like she was being sucked into a ditch, but she didn't know how to get out.
But one thing she was sure of.
Kelsey really didn't want her to have anything to do with Valentine.
Just monitor.
That's okay, no matter what, he himself is happy and free.
Shadow quickly convinced himself and began to think about what errands to arrange for Red Bat after he was discharged from the hospital. In just a few minutes, he even conceived a plan to use him to obtain internal intelligence on Rhine Life.
Although I just want to give a rough idea.
On the other side, after the shadow left, Kelsey's aura returned to its original state in an instant.
Even the hot tea in my hand was a little cold.
Why doesn't she know the danger of Valentine?
And it is precisely because of knowing that I ignore it and let it take its course.
Shadow can see other people's lives, and Kelsey...
Can see the future.
She knows everything.
In a future without Valentine, no matter how hard she tries, she will never be able to achieve her original goal.
Everything will be destroyed by Noah.
Even Amiya...
Only with the addition of Valentine can there be any chance of winning.
Even if that victory is not what she wants.
--------the other side--------
Valentine did not know that someone was plotting against him.
This guy was sitting on the bedside, looking at his two sisters worried in the pile of clothes.
The floor of the bedroom was covered with cardboard boxes and packaging bags, and the bed was filled with their newly bought clothes and shoes. Raphael took out a dress and stood in front of the mirror and struck a few poses. He turned around and raised his chin:
"looks good?"
"nice."
Valentine clapped his hands, his voice dry.
Sure enough, shopping for women is torture for men. Even if you are tired, you have to deal with their love for beauty when you get home. After finally getting over it, you have to help them pack their clothes...
It was simply torture.
"Not sincere at all."
Raphael gave Valentine a hard look, expressing his anger at his unabashed perfunctory behavior.
"Oh my angel, you are so beautiful! This dress is not worthy of your beauty at all. This outdated thing should be in the garbage dump, not in your wardrobe full of art!"
Valentin immediately read a paragraph to Angel Sister, which gave Raphael goosebumps.
"Be serious!"
"I'm serious."
The little dragon man looked sincere.
"In my eyes, you look the most..."
Bang!
An empty cardboard box flew past Valentine's ear and hit the wall.
Raphael narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and his small wings and halo emitted a little bit of fluorescence.
"So, you are brave?"
The familiar lines and familiar expressions made Valentine feel an inexplicable chill.
There were bursts of pain in his waist, as if countless needles had been inserted into it.
But this didn't suppress his out-of-the-box thinking.
Valentine reached into the pile of clothes on the bed and quickly took out a small object.
It was a glasses case, which contained decorative lensless glasses with thin black frames that Raphael bought for himself.
When he was in the store, Raphael, wearing these glasses, looked very bookish, like a beautiful teacher who had just joined the job, elegant and intellectual.
Now...
"Can you put it on first and say what you just said again?"
Raphael glanced at the frame of his glasses, took them over and put them on.
Immediately afterwards, a hungry tiger pounces on food!
"I...you old woman doesn't have martial ethics!"
"What did you say, brat?!"
"It hurts, it hurts! I was wrong, I was wrong, let go, let go!"
…
The angel and the flying dragon struggled with each other, and the wailing at first quickly turned into laughter.
Xing Yihuang seemed to have gotten used to it a long time ago and didn't even look at them.
She folded the clothes she bought and put them in the closet, and took out a few clothes from the bag on the floor that had not yet had their labels cut off, and threw them next to Raphael.
"Hey Xiaowa, let's try these."
The angel let go of the dragon man and unfolded the clothes.
Valentine turned his head and looked over, eyes wide.
"Sailor uniform?"
"Plaid skirt?"
Are you serious sister?
"anything else."
Raphael threw the women's clothes into Valentine's arms and took two more pieces and placed them in front of him.
"Knee-length white stockings! Square-toed leather shoes! And -"
"Oversized pink bow hair clip!"
.
Looking at Raphael's bright smile, Valentin was speechless for a moment.
Although he once dressed as a woman and had a false identity as a woman, it didn't mean that he really regarded it as a hobby.
But Sister Angel’s expectant eyes and smile are hard to refuse...
Finally, Valentine had to compromise.
For him, shopping with a woman brings another kind of torture.
Maybe, only he has this kind of trouble.
