"Aqiu!"
In the villa, Azi sat on the bed holding a pillow and suddenly sneezed. She rubbed her small nose and said to herself in confusion, "What's going on? Does anyone miss me?"
"Maybe it's those people at the checkpoint."
Ling Hai sat on the edge of the bed, wiping the kunai dagger in his hand, "We have been going there every day recently, and the girl in charge of the level has remembered our favorite times."
"hey-hey."
Ah Zi smiled, then she put the pillow aside, jumped out of bed, took off the purple dress from the hanger, and said to Ling Hai: "Xiao Hai, help me put it on~~"
"You, you, you."
Linghai put down the dagger, walked up to Azi angrily and amusedly, and began to help her put on the somewhat complicated dress. In fact, I don't blame Ah Zi for being lazy. The main reason is that the women's dresses designed in this era are very complicated, and wealthy families usually have dedicated people to take care of them. This time she was leaving in a hurry, so Azi brought this formal dress, but she didn't bring a maid, so Linghai could only help her put on the clothes.
"By the way, how's the progress?"
Linghai carefully helped Ah Zi tie the ribbon and asked, "How many days will it take to finish?"
"The fastest is three days, the slowest is five days."
Azi herself was not idle either, and started to put on lace gloves, "Aiwei and the others have started working at full capacity, and the decoration will definitely be completed within five days."
"Five days."
After braiding the silk fabric at the waist into a beautiful bow, Linghai looked at his work with satisfaction, and then continued to adjust the hem of the clothes, "Do you think he can understand?"
"maybe."
Knowing what Linghai was referring to, Azi put the headdress aside and said firmly: "But no matter what the outcome is, we must do our best to help him."
"Even if it fails in the end?"
Linghai didn't know why, but suddenly wanted to continue asking. After hearing Linghai's inquiry, Ah Zi was silent for a long time. After a while, she gently put the silver moon crown on her head and looked at herself in the mirror wearing an elegant purple dress. The golden eyes were full of determination.
"I'd rather fail."
Standing up, there was no immaturity on his sculpted face, only profound maturity. Azi looked at Linghai, the corners of her mouth raised, she was no longer the girl who was eager for help.
"I don't want to do nothing."
*************************************************** *
"Why do you want to help him?"
Under the silver moon, the style of early spring is extraordinarily gentle. Feeling the slightly moist air, Liya Ke hugged her knees and raised her head to look at the waning moon.
Torea on the side was leaning against a pillar, holding the spear from another world in her arms. The eye-catching long pure white hair fell in the moonlight like a spring hanging in the Milky Way. Her red eyes reflected the waning moon. Torea thought for a moment and answered:
"I have no idea."
"Um?"
Lea obviously didn't expect Torreya to give this answer, but she was quickly relieved. After getting in touch with him recently, she knew that this was just the girl's simple ignorance, and she was not being polite.
In other words, Torrea has not learned to be polite until now.
"I remember that he was not so friendly to you."
Liya looked at Torea and asked curiously: "Actually, I have always wanted to ask, what kind of person is he in your heart?"
"him…"
Torrea lowered her head, a thoughtful look on her face. After a moment, she looked at Liya and replied softly: "He has been injured."
"Um?"
Liya was stunned for a moment and asked with some confusion: "Has he been injured? But how do I remember that he keeps getting hurt?"
"Well…"
Torea paused, then organized her words and explained to Lea: "No, it's not that kind of injury."
"It's psychological damage."
"That's what it's like to me."
Thinking that Magnum III still needed to take antihypertensive drugs, Liya answered firmly.
Too.
Torea shook her head. Although what Lea said was right, there were still some discrepancies: "He was hurt more seriously than in the third life."
"ah?"
Liya Kechang opened her mouth, a little confused in her eyes.
"A lot of the time, there's always a kind of visceral hatred in his eyes when he looks at me."
Thinking of the first time she met Zhou Li, when his eyes that were selective and devouring fell on her, Torea felt as if her blood had solidified. At that time, she began to have fear of this man, followed by curiosity.
Obviously I have never met him, why does he hate me so much?
Curiosity is a very scary thing. It is like poison wrapped in honey, making you gradually die in excitement and sweetness. But Torea didn't care, she just went along with it as usual. Then came the journey to Muqi, which changed her view on the man who always had unforgettable hatred.
"On the way, he always told me something..."
Thinking of the stories Zhou Li told on the road that were not suitable for even a sixty-year-old, Torea's cheeks were stained with a faint blush. She gritted her teeth and skipped this paragraph: "Just write Not very good stuff. But he finally told me a story. The hero of the story was him, and the enemy... seemed to be me."
"Although he compared me to the devil in the story, he was the hero who defeated the hero. At the end of the story, the hero defeated the devil. It should have been a happy ending."
The words suddenly paused, and Torea continued: "However, after telling the end of the story, I realized that what he was talking about was a destined tragedy."
"At that time, he was like a child, helpless, painful, sad, and of course hatred. These things were unnecessary burdens. I abandoned these things and grew up."
There is no need for Tolea to say what happened next, Liya Ke already knows what happens next. Although the memory has faded, the traces left by his miraculous actions will not disappear.
"But if I must find a reason for me to save him."
Torea thought for a moment. She had long remembered the feeling when that warm light fell on her brow when she was captured by Moon Dancer. She looked at Lea Ke and gave her reason.
"He saved me."
**********************************************
"How many more are there?"
While others were opening up and communicating, Ivey, who had just finished a round of purchasing, leaned against the wall with a tired face. Ain held his waist, the long list was dizzying.
"There are three more."
The Ivey brothers and sisters, who still had three unfinished tasks, let out a long sigh, their backs gradually lengthening in the sunset, feeling very lonely.
You have to do it yourself the next time you draw lots/you can’t let him do it!
