Officer X Travels Through Time (Thirty)
Overhead Background
The characters and worldview are privately designed and have nothing to do with real history.
The male and female protagonists are not biological children
"Brother, you can go downstairs for dinner now."
You held Emma in your arms and called Fiennes to eat at the door of the study. After getting his affirmative response, you took Emma downstairs.
Emma called "Daddy" in a baby voice in your arms, and pulled your hair with her two chubby hands, indicating that you should carry her to the study.
"Emma, Dad is busy with work and will be downstairs to eat with us in a while."
You put Emma on the baby chair, but Emma still held a strand of your blonde hair in her hand. You didn't notice it and looked up, and she pulled it away unwillingly. The force was so strong that several strands of your hair fell out immediately.
You've had severe headaches these days, and Emma's pulling made your scalp hurt. You couldn't help it, and your eyes turned slightly red and your nose became uncontrollably sore.
Unexpectedly, Emma started crying again, pointing at the glass vase on the dining table, asking for it repeatedly. You sniffed, coaxed her gently, and handed her the roses in the vase.
As soon as Kelima got the rose, she threw it to the ground with a bang. With a wave of her little hand, she knocked over the spinach porridge on the table. The hot soup splashed onto Mandy who was standing by and wanted to help. Mandy screamed.
Your heart tightened, and you quickly held Emma's little hand, rubbed it in your palm, checked if she was burned, and anxiously handed Mandy a wet napkin, then turned around to educate Emma.
"Emma, what you did is wrong. You shouldn't lose your temper and spill the porridge on Auntie. Food is so precious right now. Apologize to Auntie."
Emma seemed annoyed, her little face raised and her lips pouted, all her dissatisfaction was exposed.
"Mom, bad, bad mom!"
"Emma..."
You are hurt.
Think about how you've been experiencing morning sickness, headaches, abdominal pain, rib pain, leg cramps, shortness of breath, chest tightness, and a malformed placenta since you were pregnant with Emma, and how you barely managed seven hours of labor...
After giving birth to Emma, count them one by one carefully, and ask yourself whether you have poured all your love into this child, but in the end you are still a "bad mother" in the child's heart.
When you think of this, you can't help but feel sad, and you have no strength left in your body. You sit on the chair next to you, biting your lips silently, and tears fall.
"What's going on?"
As soon as Feynman came downstairs, he saw you sitting alone wiping your tears, Emma slumped her shoulders in the baby chair, and Mandy knelt on the ground, using cardboard to scoop the porridge on the ground into the broken bowl. There was dark green spinach porridge on her dress. The whole scene was self-explanatory.
He came around and held Emma in his arms with one hand, gently smoothing out her curly blonde hair. Then his face turned cold and the topic suddenly changed: "Apologize to Mom and Aunt Mandy."
Emma leaned on her father's shoulder, blinked her blue eyes timidly, and pouted her lips, not knowing what she was resisting.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me, Entschuldigung, bitteverzeihenSiemir (I'm sorry, please forgive me), Entschuldigung"
Fiennes repeated the pronunciation of "sorry" to Emma several times, his tone becoming colder and colder. He didn't even call her by her nickname, and he almost used her family name.
Emma's blue eyes rolled. Knowing she couldn't offend her father, she opened her mouth and babbled a few times with difficulty: "An...Ante...An An..."
The homonym of “sorry” is “An Te Shu Di Gong”.
"Sir, Miss, it's okay. I'll serve you a new bowl of porridge right away, so don't let yourself go hungry." Mandy tried to smooth things over with a smile, then walked into the kitchen carrying the cleared dishes.
"An'an, Shushu...Mom..."
Emma opened her arms in her father's arms and asked you to hold her. In fact, your mood had already adjusted itself a long time ago. Now seeing Emma's well-behaved appearance again, with a look of hunger on her face, your heart softened immediately. You quickly took Emma over and planned to feed her.
As a result, Feinz put Emma back in the high chair, taught her a few things, and then let Emma eat by herself.
You were surprised and tried to stop her, saying that she was so young and the porridge was so hot, how could she eat it by herself? But Fiennes was stubborn and you had no choice but to watch worriedly from the side. During the whole meal, you were so focused on paying attention to Emma's movements that you hardly ate a few bites of the food on your own plate.
But Emma had a strong ability to learn and apply knowledge. She held the spoon stubbornly in her little hands and tried hard to put the cooked spinach and tender meat into her mouth. In the end, the bowl of spinach porridge was almost empty.
At night, you turned over in bed. Although your eyes were closed, the movement of turning over still seemed particularly talkative in the quiet night.
"Ina, can't sleep? Did it hurt just now?" Feinz's voice came from beside you. He turned over and hugged you. His hands naturally reached to your lower back and kneaded it rhythmically.
His hands were warm and felt so good when they rubbed against your body. Your long eyelashes fluttered, but you kept your eyes closed, and then you moved closer to his arms.
“Brother, Emma’s character is so bad, I’m very worried.”
He said nonchalantly, "Well, Emma ate too much spinach when she was little, and she's a bit flippant."
A German proverb states that a person's character is determined by what they eat. Germans firmly believe that food and personality are closely linked, and that dietary therapy can improve a child's character.
You opened your eyes, clenched your fist and pushed his chest, "What does this have to do with food? How did you read Carl Witte's book..."
His hands were still rubbing. "Yina, not everything in the book is true. When you were little, that girl...she often fed you cabbage. That's why you're so simple-minded now and always do stupid things."
Is he annoyed? You were talking to him about Emma's education, but how did you bring up Yvette's childhood? Besides, how could Yvette be simple-minded? She must be a person with ideals, beliefs and pursuits, otherwise she would not have become an Allied spy.
You snorted twice, "I won't talk to you anymore. You're just like your daughter, deliberately trying to piss people off."
You thought you were being righteous, but in reality, you were just being coquettish. He was lost in the beauty of your voice and couldn't help but lower his head to kiss you again, his hoarse voice filled with the rising passion.
"Next time Emma makes my baby angry, I..."
"Brother, don't be mean to Emma, don't speak loudly to her, and don't hit her."
"Okay, I'll listen to you, baby," he agreed perfunctorily, his hands touching around randomly.
You did not hide, but let the waves toss you around. The huge waves swept over you, and you fell into a dream of happiness, temporarily forgetting right and wrong and your position.
…
Because of the recent martial law in Paris, Feinz doesn't allow you to go out alone, so you can't go to the organization base privately. You have to let Modi take you to Dupuytren Street and try to pass the information to Sally through the contact center of underground newspapers and publications.
The Mercedes-Benz pulled up at the corner, and you got out and walked to the bookstore on Rue Dupuytren.
This place seems to be a temporary conversion of an old warehouse. The storefront is very small with only a low-key "NS" sign. The aisles are also very narrow, with almost no space to turn around.
Large German books were stacked prominently on the shelves, clearly arranged to avoid surprise inspections. The overall environment was dim, and without a flashlight, it was impossible to see the spines of the books.
"Miss, do you want to buy books or publish them? We have two sets of services here," asked Ted, the bookstore owner.
You enter the bookstore and see a woman wearing a striped sweater and a neatly combed black bun leaning over the counter, writing something on a piece of paper. Her back looks familiar, but you can't remember where you've seen her before.
"Hello, I'd like to buy some books. Do you have Gone with the Wind?"
There is a stranger in the bookstore, and you don't know whether he is a friend or an enemy, so you conceal your true intentions.
Boss Ted raises his glasses in your direction and speaks with exaggerated surprise, speaking rapidly, eager to distance himself from the matter. "Miss, are you asking about the original English version? NS Bookstore abides by the command and regulations and will never sell banned books to anyone."
“It’s in French,” you added.
"Oh, the French version hasn't been published yet. It's currently being printed. I think there'll be news soon. If you'd like, I can make a note of it for you."
Boss Ted sucked his lips in relief, flipping through the list of books to be published. He pointed at the titles one by one, picked up a pen and ticked a box. He then raised his head and glanced at you, judging that you were at the age of longing for love.
"You want to read 'Gone with the Wind'? I have a novel here that's also about a plantation, but it's about the lingering love between a slave owner and a slave. It's called 'The Plantation Adventures'. You know those things in the Southern states..."
well?
Plantation adventure?
Love between slave owner and slave?
"Ted, if a book isn't selling, don't try to sell it anymore."
The woman spoke, turning around. You could see her face clearly. She had black hair and blue eyes, a beautiful face with harmonious features. Her expression was always thoughtful, and she was elegant, radiating an intellectual beauty.
"This book is very popular," Boss Ted retorted.
"A love story between a slave owner and a slave? The writer should take responsibility."
This sentence is deliberately mixed with English in French. The phrases are correct, but the accent is very heavy.
"Huh, isn't 'Gone with the Wind' a representative example?"
The woman frowned upon hearing this and said angrily, "You're confusing character relationships, subject matter, plot, and genre! Can't you see the profound changes in an era? Can't you see Margaret Mitchell's insights? When you simply equate this book with a romance novel, you've already underestimated it!"
Boss Ted was unable to refute for a moment, so he attacked the woman personally: "You are too serious and old-fashioned."
She put the pen in her hand on the counter. "This is why I have always been pessimistic about the current state of humanity."
“Yes, philosophy, love of wisdom, philosophía”
“It’s a responsibility.”
You stood there, somewhat bewildered, as they really didn't treat you as an outsider. Judging by how familiar the boss was with the woman, you figured she wasn't on our side, if not the enemy.
The two are still arguing, and their heated debate has you thinking too. You remember that Elie Wiesel has expressed similar views.
There are some themes that shouldn't be touched, like the Holocaust and the plantations. Novelists who casually use them as subjects not only weaken their significance but also undermine their essence. One is a disaster, the other oppression. Writing poetry after the Holocaust is cruel. Talking about love on the plantations is absurd.
Unfortunately, when doubts arise, they simply dismiss them with the fleeting excuse, "That was a matter of another era." When truth is ignored, entertainment is revered, jokes become mainstream, and the pursuit of a single pleasure reigns supreme, the significance of history dissolves and recedes in the process.
"Okay, okay, Madame de Beauvoir, you know the authorities have banned many books. People always want to read. If someone is willing to write, I'm happy to publish it, just like Beach published Ulysses."
Beauvoir stopped arguing, her tone calm but filled with anger, "I hope you can call me Madam, not Mrs. I am not any man's vassal, and not everyone can be Piqi."
The moment Boss Ted said the woman's name, you were completely stunned and shock ran through your whole body!
You finally remembered that when you saw Sartre off from the headquarters office, the person waiting for him outside was undoubtedly Beauvoir.
Facts have proved that in the face of infinite shock, language is redundant, evaluation is pale, and even describing life experiences is nothing more than a hill describing a mountain.
Her existence has raised the world's admiration for her. Her sharp and profound insight has penetrated the long history. She has written shocking works with bold strokes that transcend expression. These are unparalleled enlightenments that naturally emanate from her noble personality.
Faced with such a great man who said at the age of nineteen, "I will never subject my life to the will of others," you are cowardly.
Beauvoir straightened her clothes, emphasized her request to Mr. Ted, nodded slightly at you, and left the NS bookstore.
"Ahem, I'm sorry, miss, I've kept you waiting for so long. I'm afraid you don't want this 'Plantation Adventures' anymore. As for 'Gone with the Wind', you can wait until the French version comes out..."
You did wait for a long time, and there was no time to explain. After you came to your senses, you took a step forward and secretly made a reverse "V" with your right hand near the edge of the counter.
Boss Ted was stunned for a moment. You picked up a pen and paper and, using the publication list on the table as a cover, quickly wrote down the key words "Spain, secret, gasoline, military" and "Zn and Au".
All members of the organization use code names to communicate with each other outside and do not reveal their real names. This is not only a means of protecting themselves, but also a way to facilitate the transmission of intelligence.
Just as you were about to speak, a man in a gabardine trench coat and a black and gray fedora came into the bookstore. You had no choice but to raise your voice and pretend to be serious and make a double entendre to the potential peepers.
"Boss, please leave the copy of Gone with the Wind for me. I'll come get it. Don't forget it."
Boss Ted put away his facial expression, and after reading the information on the note, he nodded slightly and seriously. Then, while no one was paying attention, he quickly tore the note into pieces, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it hard.
"Miss, don't worry, I will never forget."
…
Water laden with foam slowly overflowed from the edge of the bathtub, gradually submerging the bathroom floor, with trickles of water spreading across the ground.
You panted and pushed Feinz, and he reluctantly separated your tightly clung to your body and turned off the faucet. As the water swirled and flowed out of the drain, your heavy and shallow breathing gradually calmed down.
You dried each other with a big towel, and he was responsible for cleaning the bathroom. You returned to the room and half-lay on the bed to read a book. Suddenly, a burst of electric sound ran through your mind again, and you frowned.
"Yina, stop reading. Didn't the doctor advise against overusing your brain? Why don't you go see a Chinese doctor for some medicine later?"
After he cleaned up and changed into dry clothes, he saw you frowning and mistakenly thought you had a headache. He walked over, took your book, lifted the quilt and got into bed.
"Brother, no need. I feel like Chinese medicine is of no use. The pain only comes occasionally now. Emma is weaned anyway. When it hurts, I can just take a bag of Gudi."
He took the book from your hand, and since you didn't want to sleep anymore, you changed your position, lying face down, supporting your upper body with your two arms, resting your chin on your hands, staring at the intricately carved patterns on the Louis XV antique bed, counting the lace out of boredom.
"Ina, I'm sorry."
Feinz was half lying on the bed, looking at you sideways, his tone filled with deep remorse that was impossible to ignore.
Hearing this, you tilted your head and looked up at him. Seeing that he looked lonely, you climbed up from the bed and leaned into his arms. He immediately reached out and hugged you out of habit.
"Brother, you've apologized so many times for this that my ears are numb."
"Hmm. Did you go to the bookstore again today? Where did you find it?"
You can now answer his questions fluently, and you have already thought about and perfected the response strategies in your mind many times, and you don't look nervous at all.
"Yes, it's a new bookstore. The previous bookstore on Charity Street closed down for some reason. The waiter at the cafe told me that there was a bookstore on Dupuytren Street that was still open, so I wanted to see if there was a French version of Gone with the Wind, so I asked Modi to give me a ride."
"Is there such a thing?"
"The boss said it's still being printed and will take at least a month."
You guys kept talking like this, asking and answering each other. After a while, he bent down and kissed you again. You accepted his kiss calmly, and finally half-knelt on the bed beside him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Ina"
"Um?"
A look of confusion welled up in your eyes.
He lowered his head, resting his forehead against yours, and whispered softly, "Call me Fair."
Wha…what?
His words made it hard for you to breathe...
Nicknames are for close people. He used to call you Ina simply because of your sister status, but now he wants you to call him Feier. How is this different from... flirting with a lover...
When you understood, your face turned red and you quickly buried yourself in his arms. When you heard him laugh, you raised your head and saw a pair of deep blue eyes, which were staring at you with a dizziness that could swallow you up.
Your mind became confused again, and between reason and madness, you finally squeezed out an inappropriate and awkward sentence.
"I don't want to, old man."
He raised an eyebrow, and although he was a little surprised, the slightly raised corners of his mouth showed that he was not angry. He reached out and pinched the tip of your nose lovingly.
"My dear Ina, your brother is only four years older than you."
Come on, four years old is already big! In modern times, you'd only be in high school, and he'd already be in college.
"Hmph, I don't care. I don't want to scream. I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep, brother. I'm so tired."
He turned off the light with a click, and darkness enveloped everything.
"Okay, Ina, take a break."
The moment you crawled under the quilt and closed your eyes, the task completion notification sounded.
Before you go to sleep, think about this. When he was in the car, he said that this was not his business, so even if the organization passed the news to the Allies and the Allies cut off the gasoline supply to Spain, it would not affect him.
After the analysis, you fell asleep peacefully.
[Ding Dong——]
[Congratulations to the host, unlocking the hidden quest line, transporting black gold]
…
You have Matilda over on Sunday, and Fiennes will be back for lunch. Mandy is busy in the kitchen, grilling a large venison steak for Sunday lunch.
According to Western tradition, it is lonely to spend Sunday alone, and it is complete only when spending time with family. They call this Sunday lunch "Sunday Lunch".
Compared to big reunion days like Christmas, Sunday lunch is a warm and small reunion. Inviting guests to your home on this day means that you value them, not to mention that in France, Sunday lunch is a sacred ceremony equivalent to mass.
"Ma'am, you don't have to worry so much. This is all God's will."
When Mathilde arrived at the Earl's Mansion, she said to you with a smile, and then took off her windbreaker.
Under your guidance, she hung her windbreaker on the hanger at the door, revealing the dark blue knitted long dress she was wearing underneath. Although there were patches on it in conspicuous places, it did not prevent the dress from highlighting her mature and graceful figure. She was full of the charming temperament of a French beauty.
You smiled and replied, "Ms. Lu Kang, this is all I should do. I feel like a meal alone isn't enough to express my gratitude to you. It's truly an honor to have you as a guest at my home."
Lola, with her pigtails, and Emma, the older and younger, stared at each other. Emma, seeing someone she knew, jumped up and down with joy. Lola went over to pick up her little sister, but Emma had gained a lot of weight recently, and Lola lacked the strength to lift her little sister off the ground.
You sat on the sofa, watching the two children playing and having fun, with smiles on both of your faces.
You poured Matilda a cup of black tea and pushed the plate of meringues and date jam in front of her.
"Try this! I made these meringue cookies early this morning. I also made some homemade cookies, which I've packed. If you don't mind, you can take them with you when you leave."
Matilda put down the tea in her hand and said, "Madam, you are very polite. Commander von Kármán has already provided us with more food than the ration cards. You really don't need to worry about it anymore."
well?
Feinz has already expressed his gratitude, but at the last party, Matilda still took a lot of food from the banquet. Do she and her sister have such a big appetite, or are they just stockpiling food?
Lola had had enough fun and flew into Matilda's arms. Matilda wiped the sweat from her forehead and whispered to her not to behave rudely in someone else's home.
Emma followed suit and threw herself into your arms, giggling. You held Emma on your lap and gave her some water.
"Madam, you are such a good person. I used to think you were a bad mother who didn't want such a pretty little sister. It turns out the bad person is someone else. Fortunately, God has dealt with the bad guy."
Laura used a fork to pick up the shortbread and stuffed it into her little mouth, and her words were a little unclear.
God has taken care of... the bad guys?
You asked in confusion, "Laura, what did you mean by your last sentence? Who is the bad guy you were talking about? Can you tell me, Auntie?"
"Laura! What nonsense are you talking about with Madam? How can you refer to God so carelessly? How do you pray on a daily basis?"
Seeing that you looked unaware, Matilda immediately slapped Laura hard and scolded her harshly. Laura raised her head slightly, not knowing why her sister hit her, and her eyes were as innocent as a deer.
You frowned, then thought for a moment and said, "Ms. Lu Kang, perhaps you know the Duke of La Rochelle and his family? Are they the 'bad guys' that Laura mentioned?"
Emma didn't want to sit in her mother's arms, so she jumped off you again and ran to the kitchen to find Mandy.
Matilda knew she couldn't say much, and looked at you with an embarrassed look. Seeing this, you coaxed her, "It's okay, you can tell me. Those who do evil will be punished. This is God's gospel and truth. I will not show unnecessary mercy to those who are burdened with sin."
Matilda then said in embarrassment, "Madam, the young lady was thrown into the Seine by the Duke of La Rochelle's two children, right? I heard... those two children were... executed and are... dead..."
When you hear the word "capital punishment", you feel dizzy and as if you are at the center of an explosion, surrounded by sharp roars and dazzling lights. There is no escape and you can only be forced to endure the dizziness and wailing.
You stood up and fell back onto the sofa, looking extremely weak, like a rose that was struck by lightning and quickly shrivelled and withered until it turned to ashes.
Matilda was frightened by your reaction for a moment and hurried over to support you. She was still saying something, but the words she just heard kept repeating in your mind.
He killed two children and used extreme torture...
…
You asked Modi to take you to the Duke of La Rochelle's residence. The originally tall lacquered gate now looked very low. There was an ox cart covered with hay parked at the door. Furniture and luggage of all sizes were tied to the cart, and servants were stuffing things into the cart one after another.
The Duke of La Rochelle was urging on from the side, but when he saw you getting out of the Mercedes-Benz, his commanding movements froze for a moment. His face no longer had the usual expression, and there was a strange look of repression on it.
After a brief conversation, you learned that the headquarters had been so kind as to grant the Duke and Duchess of La Rochelle two special permits, allowing them to leave Paris and travel to Rouen. However, the permits were already booked, so they had to wait until now.
You went to Achille's room and saw the Duchess sitting on the edge of the bed, her hair disheveled and falling in clumps on her cheeks, which were a little gray. She didn't look like a noble lady at all.
"lady……"
Your eyes were red and your voice was trembling.
When the Duchess heard the sound, her body paused and she turned her head. The sound made a creaking sound, like a faucet that had rusted and had not been turned for a long time.
Her eyes were full of sorrow, but you felt that those dull, tearless eyes contained deeper suffering than any heart-wrenching wail.
The clothes concealed the traces of torture, but one could still see the lingering scent of death on her body. Living was already a long and unbearable torture for her, more painful than death.
Your tears stream down your face.
"I'm... I'm sorry... I didn't expect him... He would... If I had known, I would have definitely stopped him..."
After the Duchess glanced at you, she raised her head and looked at the ceiling above her head. Her eyes seemed to penetrate the physical barriers and reach another world. The words she spoke were slow and long, as if she was asking you, but more like questioning the gods.
"God is with us, so what is with you?"
You knelt down again, tears streaming down your face.
It turns out that God is not sitting indifferent and watching everything happen. He has a nationality and a stance. Before, he seemed to be on the side of Germany, but soon, he would run to the side of the Allies.
God's millstone turns so slowly that the Day of Judgment seems so far away; God's millstone grinds so finely that no one can escape the coming judgment.
The wise and brilliant words of the priest who had saved you in the labor camp rang in your ears. You spoke them to the Duchess in English, the language of the Allies and the symbol of justice.
“God so loved the world”
"The day of reckoning is coming. On Judgment Day, God resurrects the dead and punishes the sinners."
The Duchess came to her senses and looked at you. There was shock in her eyes at first, then enlightenment, and then she laughed. Finally, she covered her face with her hands and laughed uncontrollably, a neurotic, crazy, and desperate laugh.
You got up from the ground by holding the edge of the bed, bowed deeply to her again, and turned to leave.
The Lord says, "I am life and resurrection. Those who believe in me will live even if they die. And whoever lives and believes in me will have eternal life and immortality."
…
After you returned home, Feintz had just returned and was asking Mandy where you had been. Seeing that you looked absent-minded, he took off his leather gloves and walked over to touch your face.
"Ina, didn't we have lunch together? What's wrong? Where have you been? Your head is hurting again?"
You tried to push him away, but couldn't, so you just turned your face away.
"Mandy, did you give Miss Lucon the packaged cookies when she left?"
"Ma'am, I'm sorry. Miss Lu Kang left in a hurry. I was preparing lunch and forgot to give it to her."
Seeing that you looked unhappy, Mandy consciously withdrew and went to the second floor to accompany Emma who was taking a nap.
"My Ina, are you unhappy?"
Fiennes thought Matilda had left early for something and refused the Sunday lunch you had carefully prepared for a long time, which disturbed your mood.
He reached out, turned your face, hugged you and bent down, holding your lips in his, kissing you softly and delicately, and as love gradually surged, tears also came.
"Why? You clearly promised me that you wouldn't kill again... Why? The child is innocent..."
He was stunned and didn't react for a long time, but instead let go of you.
You really have no strength left, so you force yourself to sit on the sofa, your head lowered, your hands on your knees, fingertips pointing downwards, and invisible blood dripping silently.
"Ina"
He walked over, threw his leather gloves on the sofa, and then half-knelt on one knee in front of you. Seeing your dazed look, his throat suddenly tightened. After swallowing, he explained to you.
"They are not innocent. Command has long ago issued an order that attempts are equivalent to completion, and instigators and perpetrators will be punished with the same crime and sentence. Age will not be an obstacle. Those who violate the order will be sentenced to death. I, your brother, am following the order. La Rochelle is not dead, which is already a lenient punishment."
Releasing the Duke and Duchess, is this what he calls kindness?
The glory of this crime lies in the deliberate leniency that gave a chance to a pair of poor parents who would rather die than live.
You raised your head, your eyes were empty, and the depths were a dark, empty blue, as if the tentacles that allowed for external communication had been artificially cut off, leaving only the pain of tearing.
"Ina..."
Feynz was frightened and couldn't help calling you.
"Why use the death penalty on two children?"
Your eyes met, and you met his deep blue eyes that seemed forever unfathomable, catching the moment he was stunned.
"I didn't," he vehemently denied, and when no one was paying attention, he knelt on the carpet with both legs. He kept telling the latter part of the truth in this posture that contained loyalty, pleading and regret.
"I just had someone... send the body over. As for what happens in between, the authority has been delegated and is no longer with me, so I don't need to ask."
The words of rebuttal made you feel inexplicably cold when you heard them, and he held your hand, trying to warm you.
"Yina, every order and every action my brother gives is guided by regulations and recorded."
Yeah……
But Ina, you still think he's really scary...
Did he think he could convince you like this?
It turned out that he had already thought of all the escape routes, trying to remove himself cleanly from the bloody mountain of corpses through evil political decrees.
If he found out you were an ally, what would he do to you? Ina, you've forgotten that three years ago, he suspected you and tortured you, leaving you with an incurable illness and even nearly causing a miscarriage...
Ina, how could you fall in love with such a person? This love is like touching an exposed sensitive nerve, making you extremely painful.
You pulled your hand out of his and gently stroked his face, but he grabbed it again and rubbed it against his face, and then stopped moving.
Feynz felt that at this moment you were like wearing a heavy invisible cloak, hiding the emotions that you had built up with great difficulty, making you hide under the hood and refuse to come out again.
"Ina?"
He called you again.
Your tears are still flowing.
"I want to go home."
"Yina, it's not possible yet. Father will be back soon. When he comes back, we..."
You want to go back to China...
Why on earth did you come here? Why are there endless hidden quests to discover? How long will you continue to complete these quests...
You murmured weakly, "I want to go to Switzerland. I want to take Emma to Geneva. I don't want to stay here anymore..."
Before you even finish your words, a fierce electric current begins to run around in your mind, bringing fire, twisting pain, and constant burning wherever it passes.
System, what are you doing! Stop it now!
You slap your head frantically, grab your hair, and fight the system in your heart, but as soon as you say you want to go to Geneva, the pain in your mind explodes like shrapnel.
"Ina, Ina, take the medicine quickly, the pain will go away after taking the medicine."
When Feinz saw you closing your eyes and frowning, he realized that you had a headache. He quickly stood up, dug out the headache powder, poured you a glass of warm water, and fed you the medicine.
You were tortured by the electric current of the system and your vision went black. Your body collapsed on him unconsciously, gasping for breath. He sat on the sofa, reached out and held you in his arms, holding you tightly.
The feeling of self-blame reached its peak at this moment.
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