"Look, I'll come find you on my next trip. This is the flute I was going to give you."
The white-haired young man was halfway through tidying up his clothes, holding a flute and talking to himself in the air, with a warm and satisfied expression on his face.
It was as if there really was a friend in the air, communicating with him on a daily basis and caring about him all the time.
But in reality,
No one.
Then, it all turned into a fire, burning all the satisfaction. In the fire, the only voice was the arsonist's mercenary calling him a devil.
…
[Is there still any meaning? ]
【You must never give up. 】
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[——Grandma, I saved you, can you answer me, what is love? ]
[——Lin Guang! Devil! Stay away from me! Stay away from me! ]
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[——Don’t come to places like this where there are all kinds of strange beasts. You are the leader of a mercenary group, so you should know a lot of things. Can you answer me, what is love?]
[——Lin Guang, although we are grateful that you saved me, please leave. If others see me standing with you, I will not be able to be the leader of the mercenary group.]
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[——Little girl, I have chased the robber away. Can you answer me, what is love? ]
[——You are! You are the bad guy that mom told me to stay away from! You are Lin Guang! I have seen your portrait! Mom, please save me! ! ]
…
"Da, da, da."
In the hallucination, Su Mingan saw thousands of ginkgo leaves like butterfly wings. The cold wind blew away all the "butterflies", and countless golden leaves rustled and flickered like stars.
The white-haired agent stood at the door of the garden villa. The white grid surrounded the lights, illuminating the clear water, as if building a long bridge of water and light.
His expression was stunned, an expression that showed he couldn't understand anything.
Without basic thinking logic, they cannot perceive positive emotions, cannot communicate with others reasonably, cannot love others, and cannot be loved. It is like a person who has lost his five senses since birth, covered in a black shell, and his behavior is always mixed with innocence and cruelty.
Then, he turned his head and looked at Su Mingan, as if he saw a living butterfly hiding among thousands of ginkgo leaves.
A smile appeared on his pale face:
"xxx."
"xxxx?"
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