The Pranks of the Five Devils

I thought nothing would happen today.

But obviously I was wrong.

Should I have some emotions, or pretend I didn't see it, and leave?

After all, I think everything is too beautiful.

……

"What?" I raised my eyes and looked forward.

The man who shines even in the dark.

He walked forward, and his figure was gradually illuminated by the light of the street lamp, which was faint and warm.

However, his face became paler and sicker.

Like a vampire.

I frowned, did something happen that I didn't know about while he was away?His face looked like that of someone recovering from a serious illness.

He pursed his lips, as if he didn't know what I said, until he walked in front of me.

I took a step back, trying to distance myself from him, but he stretched out his hand and grabbed me violently.

My heart skipped a beat.

Looking up at him, his eyes are still deep, but there is a faint pain, I can't stand this kind of staring.

"Snow..." His other hand touched my face.

That low call carried deep thoughts and helplessness.

The cold touch came from my face, and my eye sockets finally couldn't help but turn red.

"Don't cry." He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly.

These two simple words brought tears to my eyes, and I bit my lips tightly to keep myself from crying.

My heart ached like hell.

His shoulders trembled faintly.

I began to struggle, with my hands on his chest, trying to push him away, punching him punch after punch.

He snorted, but hugged me tightly, even though I beat him, kicked him and bit him.

"I'm sorry." The third sentence he said.

I cried out.

……

"let me go."

For a long time, I said in a hoarse voice.

He slowly let go of me, stretched out his hand, and wiped away the wet tears on my face.

I took a step back and this time he didn't hold me back.

"What did you want from me?" I asked a second time.

He looked at me fixedly, and then said, "I'll give you an explanation."

"No need." I twitched dryly.

He was stunned, the pain in his eyes was self-evident, he tried to hold my hand, he raised it for a while, but finally dropped it powerlessly.

"Give me a chance," I heard him say.

I laughed, and the urge to shed tears again, raised my face, let the tears flow back, I looked at him, with a mocking smile, and asked: "Honeymoon trip with An Zisha, is it fun?"

"That's not it!" He looked at me in surprise and said eagerly, "Nothing happened to her!"

"I know." I nodded.

He was stunned for a few seconds, and then smiled very shallowly, "I can tell you everything that happened during the time I was away."

I looked at his pale face, "And then?"

"Then, it's up to you to decide."

……

"Then tell me, I'll listen."

The wind blew past, bringing with it the rustling sound of the leaves, making the night even quieter.

It's a little depressing.

He was leaning against the iron pole of the street lamp, the corners of his clothes were blown up by the wind, and his golden and dazzling hair was messed up.

His thin body and the faint smile at the corner of his mouth made people feel how unreal the person in front of him was, as if he would disappear with the wind in the next second.

I listened quietly to everything he said, but my mind was more on his people, and I felt a little uneasy.

I don't know what this anxiety is about.

"When I received your text message yesterday, my mother and I had another quarrel about going to Seattle. My mobile phone was in her hands before... Maybe you don't believe it, but it's true... ..."

I don't care about these, now, really don't care.

I looked at him and only asked one question.

"What happened to your body?"