The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

"It wasn't until the flame I caused by myself devoured that person, and I hurt him, that I realized the regret and realized what a stupid thing I had done. At that moment, I didn't even feel that the hatred and hatred in the past were important. I just want him to be fine."

"So I think, I like that person, I like him..." Zhen Qi rubbed her fingertips lightly.

"It's right to like someone." Su Bai said, "It's a beautiful emotion.

"I think so too." Zhenqi looked at Su Bai: "The person I like is a hero... He will dare to be the first for a girl, for the bottom line he sticks to in his heart, and for the justice he is obsessed with. Dare to shed blood, he is not an idealist, but he will not bow to reality, he is always moving forward step by step, creating great achievements and miracles that others dare not imagine."

"But what I like the most is not this kind of him, but a reliable adult who can accompany me to chat about family affairs without getting bored, and is willing to spend time enlightening an awkward rebellious girl, telling her what is right and what is wrong."

"Perhaps more than these, the world needs a hero and needs him to create miracles, but I don't want such a hero, so many girls want a hero, but what I see is just an uncle who belongs to me ..."

"I hope he doesn't bleed, I hope he doesn't get hurt, I hope he stays with me in a room for a long time."

"I hope...not a hero." Zhen Qi softly said her wish, her words were so gentle, but her expression was smudged with a layer of gloom and sadness.

"...I know that no matter how much I hope, it will never come true."

"I also know that no matter how many times I say I like it, no matter how loud I shout, all he can answer is a smile."

"The person I like cannot always look at me alone."

"I failed to meet him before he became a hero, failed to meet him when he needed it most, and failed to walk through the long years with him."

"My likes are just my likes."

"But even so, I still want to say it, just once, it's such a bad life after all, just let me have a good dream, even if my first love is extinguished, I don't want to wait until ten years later I regret it...I don't want to wait until then to tell myself that I really like the love at this time, but I dare not say it again."

The girl raised her eyes, maybe from a certain moment, her mind has been distorted by her own wish, always feel that there is indescribable beauty in his every frown and smile, every word of him is so pleasing Every meal he cooks is what he wants to eat, and the gift he gives is also the one he wants. When he wants to see him, he will appear by coincidence, and he always has a tacit understanding.

But no, the reality is not like this, the beauty in the dream, in the end it just satisfies one's fantasy and wish.

She knows that the dream will always wake up, and she doesn't want to wait until the dream wakes up to regret it. She wanted to run away, but she couldn't hold back at the moment of goodbye. She might know that if she didn't say anything, it would be too late .

"Su Bai."

"I like you."

She looked into the other person's eyes, and couldn't find any surprise or astonishment in them, so she relaxed instead and smiled easily.

"You don't need to answer, don't force yourself to answer." Zhenqi raised her hand and pressed Su Bai's lips: "I just want to say that, I don't want to hear your answer, so, don't say anything... Needless to say..."

In the silence, the moonlight illuminated the crystals on her cheeks, and the girl smiled and cried: "Thank you."

The sea breeze was blowing quietly, she actually didn't lose anything, but she lost completely when they met for the first time.

It has nothing to do with who is better, and it has nothing to do with the long-term companionship. She pretended to be unwilling to admit defeat and fought for it, as if in this way she could snatch her from Xilin's hand and take it into her own.

...It's simply impossible, no matter how much you try to snatch what doesn't belong to her, you can't get it.

Zhenqi turned her head away, picked up the cold noodle soup, raised her head, and finished it in one gulp, the girl whispered with red eyes.

"It's strange, it's a bit bitter and salty, why is the taste different from last time?" She quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, pretending to smile relaxedly: "It's time for me to go home, goodbye... Uncle, can you meet me?" Meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life."

...It turns out that you are the luck I want to keep the most...Unfortunately, when I finally realized it, it was already too late...

Not all love can be perfect and beautiful. A story that begins with misfortune will eventually lead to misfortune even if it deviates due to short-term luck.

It was a misunderstanding from the very beginning, and there were lies from the moment we met. That hug was not for her, and neither was that care.

She has occupied those good things that do not belong to her, so she will return them all in the end, get the complete family she once longed for, and get back the family affection she dreamed of, then she will lose the love she once had.

This is a fair deal.

On the beach where we first met.

She confessed.

She is broken in love.

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There was a smell of oil in the room. In the kitchen, a gray-haired woman was frying steak. She put in spices, poured red wine, sprinkled a little bit of salt, injected soul, and was cooking dinner in an orderly manner.

Rita swayed her body gently, stood on her tiptoes as the melodious music played in the house looped, enjoying the music and this pleasant cooking time. Time, on the contrary, is a rare time for her to relax in a day. Listening to the melodious and soft music, watching the ingredients take shape little by little, the exquisite life style of the British people is undoubtedly revealed.

She is obviously the daughter of a flower shop, but she is more like a rich nobleman than most people. She has high requirements for basic necessities, food, housing and transportation. Even if she does it herself, she will never reduce the quality of life. This may also be caused by different personal qualifications. Bar.

I don’t know since when, the maid in charge of laundry, cooking and warming has become synonymous with omnipotence. Does this mean that modern people have lost even this basic ability to live? The current status quo of District [-], where the culture is vast, is really a social reality that arouses people's daydream and thought-provoking.

Rita doesn't think there's anything wrong with this. From her point of view, a maid should be a perfect superman who can run horses on her shoulders and write codes on the bed. Pursuing the ultimate perfection is her way of maid.

After all, human beings need to mature. More mature does not mean more perfect, but it means closer to perfection.

In this way, becoming a wife is also a necessary road to perfection...

At this time, the floor-to-ceiling doors and windows of the courtyard were pushed back. Youlandelle was wearing light clothes, still sporting sportswear with a high degree of exposure. She was wearing a white towel around her neck. She had just finished exercising, and some sweat was running down her cheeks. Dripping on the clothes on the chest.

"Good evening, Master Ulandal." Rita looked back and smiled.

The goose shivered: "You broke into my house again... By the way, don't call me that, I'm not used to it."

"Hehe, maybe it's better to call you Bianka in private?" Rita lowered the heat, took out the fried steak and put it on a plate, put in a spoonful of cooking wine and started to adjust the sauce: " Dinner will be ready later, let's go wash it.

"You cook so much again..." Ulandal looked at the neatly arranged dishes on the table. This maid always likes to use all kinds of delicacies to lure her to eat extravagantly, while admonishing herself to be I can't eat more high-calorie food, but it still smells delicious silently, so I have to step up training and exercise to consume excess calories, so painful and happy.

Rita shook her head slightly, pretending not to hear.

Urandale looked at her back, and thought that if she was not a woman, but someone else came here, when she saw Rita cooking dinner, she might have already thought about the name of the child, Charm It is indeed increasing day by day.