It Was You

Chapter 670 Let It Go!

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? This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

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... "

Carlos took a look at Cassandra. She asked it, but now it was her who suddenly asked him to stop. Some words could be kept in his heart forever, but those past pains could never be erased.

Cassandra stretched out her hand and covered her eyes with difficulty. She had thought that she was ready to know about Martin's past, but at this moment, she suddenly realized that some of the past was too heavy for her to bear.

Carlos' voice was like a knife, gently rolling through her heart, but in the depths of her heart, it pulled a deep and bottomless wound, without blood light, unwilling to end, bloody and badly mutilated.

After a long time, in the dead silence, Cassandra said in a hoarse voice, "You can go back first. I want to be alone here."

Carlos wanted to say something but stopped on a second thought. Finally, he just nodded and left in silence.

Sitting alone on the swing, Cassandra felt cold, even colder than when the snow fell all over the Cassandra.

Upstairs, in a dark corner where she couldn't see, a slender figure stood there silently. In his dark eyes, there was a desolation and emptiness. Time had passed, but at this moment, it seemed to form countless invisible tentacles, and one point one removed the dusty memory that had been sealed for a long time.

Memories flashed through his mind.

His heartbeat was not violent, but it seemed as if it was slowly stabbed into by thousands of extremely thin needles one point one at the same time

The heavy door, 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 heart behind the countless heavy doors, which had already been riddled with holes.

Martin clenched his fists, with cold sweat on his forehead. The past that had been sealed for many years was exposed without warning. He thought he could accept it calmly, and that those poisoned memories had dissipated with age, but he found that they were not.

In the past few days, he had been just pretending to be very kind. Even he himself had almost deceived himself. He obediently stayed by Cassandra's side, as if he were 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, another person who was parallel to this time and space.

But on their trip to the H city, there was a murder, and a bloody explosion...

For 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 person, not a cold and ruthless monster.

He had never been a good person. He had climbed out of the hell and even his blood had been poisoned. Most of the time, he held Cassandra in his arms and wanted to keep her into his bones...

Huh...

She finally couldn't help but want to pry into his past... Would she leave him after that?

In the silent silence, the man's face was drowned in the darkness. He turned around and hid his body in the darkness, as if nothing had happened just now.

The second morning.

As soon as Martin went downstairs, he saw a very disharmonious scene.

Cassandra was holding a big orange fat cat in her hand, and was facing with Moore in the hall. Five was not afraid of strangers at all. Lying casually in Cassandra's arms, it had completely forgotten that Moore was its owner.

But then again, it had been 4 years since Moore was exiled to the border area. Cats were not affectionate creatures. If you insisted on saying that you were its owner, it might not recognize you. It was the logic of cats that the one who gave the fish to it was the boss.

The hair on Moore's body stood on end, which was even longer than that of a cat. Clenching his fists, he said in a furious voice, "I warn you, Five is my cat! Let it go! "

Cassandra stretched out her hand and rubbed Five's back. The ungrateful bastard Five meowed in enjoyment, stretched out the meat cushion of its front paw and touched Cassandra, indicating that it accepted this owner.

Cassandra raised her eyebrows, "See? Five obviously likes me. "

Standing aside, Carlos felt himself was really a decoration.