Nashley had never seen his smile without meaning, never seen him looking at a woman quietly and gently, nor had she ever seen him spread his wings to protect people he looked down upon.

"I didn't even think about winning his forgiveness, let alone being able to live in the same room with him harmoniously and chatting about small town things like this every week."

Nashli was crying and holding Karan's shoulders firmly.

Very hard.

Her eyes struggled with worry and pain: "Oh my God, kid, do you understand? You've got him."

You can already hurt an untouched god.

Mrs. Nashley's breathing was very light. She said to Karan in a very low voice: "I have no problem with you hating him. But if you have a trace of love, please treat him..."

"Madam, we can go back." The bodyguard came down from upstairs and ended the conversation.

"Mercy." Mrs. Nashley said in Karan's ear as she stood up.

Karan went straight back to school.

The bodyguard drove the car to the laboratory building of the medical school.

Constance watched Karan get out of the black luxury car from the window. The 19-meter-tall female bodyguard opened the car door for her and whispered something in her ear.

"Is there anything you need?" the bodyguard asked.

"The paper clips, solid glue, inner pages of the loose-leaf book, and the train battery also need to be replaced. By the way, can you help me take the cat home?"

"The Duke will come tonight."

"Okay...thank you, thank you for your hard work."

The car gradually drove away, and Karan walked upstairs with his bag.

She nodded hello to Constance, then washed her hands in the front seat and prepared for class.

Constance had never thought deeply about her origins before.

She is well-educated and low-key, and rarely communicates with her classmates except in professional classes. Occasionally, when someone takes the initiative to talk to her, she will act very at a loss, making people feel inexplicably embarrassed.

There is something wrong with her social skills.

Constance felt that her family was not happy, perhaps, not rich.

But her own economic conditions are very good.

Constance couldn't help but suspect that she had some kind of nurturing relationship with Raphael.

Because she wears very good clothes, all her outfits are matched from head to toe, and they often never look the same from season to season. The bag she placed casually on the ground has no label, high-grade leather, fine stitching, and the silk scarf tied on the handle. It turns out that since the embroidery is handmade, the price will not be low.

Constance once jokingly asked her if her family had their own tailor.

Karan was shocked and denied it.

Now Constance felt that the shock came from - "You actually guessed it" rather than "What nonsense are you talking about".

He threw a note to Karan.

"Why didn't you come to class last week?"

Karan put on his gloves, wrote "sick" on the note, and threw it back.

Constance threw another ball of paper.

"Raphael wasn't here last week either."

"I think you can pay more attention to things other than me and him."

"Such as the assassination of Bai Yin Gong?"

The experimental class teacher came down from the stage, and Karan used a knife to poke the paper ball into the heart valve. Constance felt a twinge of angina.

After class, Karan left in a hurry, and Constance wanted to stop her.

"Don't ask me, Constance, I really have nothing to say..."

"No, that's not it." Constance said seriously, "Do you have classes this Thursday afternoon? Our club has an event."

Karan looked at him in surprise: "No, what kind of activity is it?"

"You will know when the time comes," said Constance.

Karan realized what kind of activity it was.

She was silent for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Send me the time and place."

In the evening, when she returned home, Siouvel was already waiting in the bedroom.

He was wearing pajamas, and his hair on the side had been cut off a little. It looked smooth before, but now it looked a little messy and casual. He was flipping through her notebook under the warm yellow bedside lamp. He had gilded silver hair, amber blue eyes, and was as beautiful as

imaginary.

Karan noticed that the location of his train had changed.

It is placed according to the date. If the calendar is torn off a day, the scale will move forward one grid. Xiovel actually placed it in the correct grid.

'What did you do to him?'

Karan couldn't help but think of Mrs. Nashley's words.

"Good evening." She closed the bedroom door and put down her bag.

Xiovel gave a slight "hmm" and continued to flip through her notes.

Her handwriting is very sloppy.

Siouville specializes in sharp-edged cursive styles, and the paper is covered with dead trees or stone tablets. Her notebooks look lush and green, making it easy for people to get lost.

Karan looked at him from a distance for a while, but he didn't move or speak.

Finally, Karan took the initiative to step forward and asked: "Are you okay?"

"As you can see, it's intact." Xiovir raised his eyes.

He wanted to calmly lower his gaze, but he couldn't move away.

Karan takes off his wig.

Her dark black hair was spread down, and when she raised her head, it hung down to her waist. Her hair was long again, covering her back like satin, clinging to her shoulders and arms, with a circle of luster flowing and shining.

"Come here." Xiovir called.

Karan tilted his head slightly: "I'm going to take a shower."

Xiovel threw down her notebook, then came over and hugged her. His movement was very sudden, and he wanted to restrain the thought until he was within arm's reach.

"How have you been these days?" Siovel asked her.

"It's okay." Karan distanced himself a little away from him, looked into his eyes and asked, "I've been thinking about it for a whole week, how did you write your will."

There was a cold light in Xiovel's eyes: "Don't worry, there are no names for you and Alice."

"This is the best..." Karan breathed a sigh of relief.

If their names were on it, they would be in danger.

Siouvel said coldly: "But Alice has a trust fund in the Republic, which is enough for her to finish college."

"Thank you." Karan nodded politely.

She took her clothes and went to take a shower.

Siovel did not follow, and Karan noticed that his legs were a little inconvenient, and she did not ask. She knew that after the attack, the car doors were locked immediately, the escort car moved closer, and the driver swerved to avoid the bunker, and there was a little collision.

.

It shouldn't be a big problem.

Otherwise, Xiovir would have gone to the palace to complain in a wheelchair similar to Snow White's.

Theoviel listened to the trickling water at her table.

My thoughts gradually drifted away.

This was not the first time that he had faced a life and death crisis, but he had never been filled with some unspeakable fear like this time.

He is not afraid of death.

This time it was not fear of death.

Just as if,

It seems that there is still unfinished business and unfinished business.

The string of rabbit feet swayed on the window sill, and the bullets flew past his face and shot directly through the car seat and the bottom of the car. In the blink of an eye, the chaos had occurred and ended. He had no time to catch the flash.

Passing emotions.

After that, no matter how much he recalled or thought deeply, he could not repeat the feeling of that moment. But just now when he saw Karan push the door open and come in, it seemed as if all his fears had reappeared from it.

Karan came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a robe, and saw that Siovel was a little startled, so he asked him again: "Are you okay?"

'How are you?'

Xiovel couldn't help but ask himself.
To be continued...