It Was You

There was a dead silence in the yard.

Cassandra's fingers, which were holding the swing, tightened unconsciously, as if she wanted to gouge out fingerprints on the swing.

After a long time, Cassandra raised her eyes slowly, and there seemed to be an imperceptible cold light in her dark eyes. Her hoarse voice broke the dead silence. "What happened later?"

It turned out that the seemingly indestructible man had come to this day step by step. And those long and quiet days, when there were swords and blades everywhere in the world, where was she?

No wonder in her previous life, she always felt that Martin was like a real devil. However, no matter who had experienced that kind of past, it would also become like him.

A hint of struggle flashed across Carlos' face, and then he tried to break the can. Anyway, he had already said the most difficult thing. It didn't matter to say more.

Carlos went all out.

His face went blank for a moment. He slowly lowered his eyes and said in a somewhat interfered and stiff voice, "After the servant died, master was completely isolated and helpless in the Lu clan, and other children were protected by adults, but he wasn't. Even if he was badly injured and his arms and legs were broken, no one protected him. 7 years later, he was just 12 years old that year, and the Lu Group had a big event. All the members of the Lu clan were at a loss what to do. It was him who came up with a solution, but he was too young and simple at that time. When the Lu Group went through the crisis, master did not get any rewards, but was almost expelled from the Lu clan. The reason was that he deceived everyone to do something bad. It was James who saved him. So the only person he trusts in the whole Lu clan is James. "

"At that time, master's ability was not strong enough. He waited for another 4 years. At that time, when Moore's father was working for the master, he was killed and left Moore to master. My master regarded him as his own son and spoiled him. Most of the time, I thought that my master had always been regretful and guilty for Moore's biological father. He was such a calm person, but he stood in front of Moore's father's tomb for a day and a night. After so many years, he had never been to the cemetery again. People who died could not be revived, and those who died had already been dead... But what should a living person do? "

Hearing this, Cassandra couldn't stand it anymore. She raised her hand stiffly and said in a hoarse voice, "Stop it... Enough... "

who suddenly asked him to stop. Some words could be kept in his heart forever, but those past pains could never

her hand and covered her eyes with difficulty. She had thought that she was ready to know about Martin's past, but at

gently rolling through her heart, but in the depths of her heart, it pulled a deep and bottomless wound,

hoarse voice,

on a second thought. Finally, he just nodded and left

cold, even colder than when the snow

there was a desolation and emptiness. Time had passed, but at this moment, it seemed to

flashed through his

heartbeat was not violent, but it seemed as if it was slowly stabbed

which had been closed for many years, seemed to be pushed open one by one by a mysterious big hand. Finally, people could see the

years was exposed without warning. He thought he could accept it calmly, and that those poisoned memories

really harmless to humans and beasts. The means of killing without blood, the plots that made people sick, were like being done by another person,

to the H city, there was a murder, and

the sake of Cassandra, he had been trying his best to suppress the coldness and cruelty in his body. He tried his best to make himself look like a normal

been poisoned. Most of the time, he held Cassandra in his arms and wanted to

Huh...