Karan was stunned for a moment.

A brief blank flashed through my mind.

"Your adoptive parents died in a car accident."

Siouvel's expression was neither tactful nor emotional.

His indifference infected Karan and gave her a strange sense of fragmentation in her heart, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

Siouvir told her some undisclosed inside information.

This explosion was a suicide attack.

The driver drove a truck loaded with explosives and tried to rush into the city hall, but was stopped. The armored vehicle that stopped the truck accidentally hit it into a passing private car.

Karan's adoptive parents were in the car.

He died on the spot.

The three deceased were the truck driver and Karan's adoptive parents. The soldiers in the armored vehicle evacuated quickly. Other people were seriously injured due to car accidents and stampedes during the evacuation process, but there were no deaths.

"If you need it, I can sort out their belongings for you in a few days."

Karan responded almost immediately: "No, no need to."

Her heart was beating heavily, causing an unbearable burden. She wanted to stop for a while, but breathing was becoming more and more difficult. Oxygen seemed to be difficult to reach her lungs, no matter how hard she breathed in, it was useless.

Xiovir waited quietly for her to recover.

Karan just gasped in pain, his eyes fixed on him, his eyes looking like he was not thinking about anything.

Xiovir stood up with a sigh and took her into his arms.

"You can cry."

Karan also wanted to do something to express his sadness.

But the pain in her body had covered everything up, and she couldn't think of anything but clenched her front unconsciously.

"I've contacted the institute." Xiovel patted her back gently, "Relax."

He was afraid that Karan would scratch himself in pain, so he touched her hand, slowly spread her fingers apart, and intertwined with hers.

"It doesn't matter...I won't fall." Karan whispered.

Xiovir hugged her waist and supported her shaky body with his arms.

"You won't," he said.

He lowered his head and kissed Karan.

She didn't actually cry.

But Siovel wet the corners of her eyes.

Karan looked over his shoulder and saw that the silver hair was shining like the broken moonlight on the lake. He had clean hair color, clean smell, and clean eyes, but hugging him made people feel unforgivable.

.

They kiss on the sofa.

Siovel was not moved by her adoptive parents, but he was willing to be Karan's support at this time. He patted her back and brought her closer. The physical contact brought warm comfort, and the light

It also makes people feel safe.

"I'm feeling better, I don't need to go to the institute." Karan said in a low voice.

"Are you really okay?" Xiovel repeatedly confirmed, "No need to pretend..."

"I didn't." Karan replied immediately.

She looked at Xiovir, her dark eyes uneasy.

"I didn't," she repeated.

Xiovel raised his eyebrows: "The psychiatrist is available at any time, and I can also..."

Karan kissed Siovir.

She doesn't know what she wants to prove.

Of course Xiovir accepted her happily.

He held her waist and changed his position to make it easier to support her weight. Karan kissed her fiercely, and when he was licked to the roof of his mouth, he would pull Siovel's hair. He would endure it at first.

, and later he also grabbed her hair hard, not forcing her to retreat, but pulling her up and down.

Karan tasted blood in his confusion.

The connection area is also slightly painful.

She suddenly woke up: "No... no..."

"It's okay." Siovel slowed down his movements and continued to kiss her lips, "Don't worry about the safety measures."

…

They stayed up all night.

The next day, it was already noon when Karan got up.

Xiovel had just left, and the bed on his side was still warm.

There is a prepared lunch on the table.

It's already a bit cold.

Karan suddenly started crying while eating.

Her adoptive parents have a heavy work load and don't have time to prepare food for her every day, so they often prepare it in the morning and let her warm it up at noon and evening.

They are all workers.

My time at home is limited, so I don’t talk to her about my feelings and ideals. I just check whether she has eaten or read a book every day.

Karan feels that working part-time outside is more comfortable than staying at home.

But now, she was sitting at the dining table thinking about it seriously.

In fact, she was well cared for and brought up.

She was in poor health and had never done heavy work at home. She didn't have to cook, wash or clean by herself. She didn't even have to fold the quilt by herself. Although the space at home was limited, her adoptive father still bought her a bookshelf.

As long as she says "I'm going to read a book", her parents will put aside whatever work they have to do and keep quiet so as not to disturb her.

Even though he was raised with purpose, Karan grew up smoothly.

She is always grateful.

Until the day she was taken to the slave farm.

Her parents stood like two pieces of steel by the door. No matter how she cried out for help, they were not moved at all. Karan thought about the night before last and heard them talking about how much money they had lost, and finally realized that she was not acting as their

The "children" grow up.

She is a venture capital investment.

When she heard the news of her parents' death, her first thought was - "I finally don't have to think about whether I should love them or hate them."

She can start to "miss" them.

There is no need to differentiate between love and hate when remembering.

But today she sat at the dining table and cried unsatisfactorily.

"Karan?" Xiovir's voice came from not far away.

Karan finally peeled himself out of his thoughts.

Xiovir changed into an indigo windbreaker. His long hair was tied up loosely and the laces were long and golden blue. The brown leather boots were left outside. The platinum scepter and Karan's umbrella were placed in a bucket.

Inside, the hat hangs on the bird's head of the scepter, because there is no coat rack by the door.

Theoviel walked in and confirmed that she was crying.

"Is it so delicious?" He picked up Karan's fork and tasted a piece of beef.

Karan has quickly adjusted his expression.

"Choked on pepper."

Siovel nodded and tasted another piece of lettuce.

"You didn't do this, did you?" Karan asked.

"Of course not..." Siovel glanced at her, "It was the bodyguard who did it. But if you want, I can try it."

Karan thought Siovel would be very resistant to the kitchen.

Because he was in Ireland and never helped Mrs. Nashley.

But later he said once that he just didn't like his mother's vicious pointing fingers.

Many nobles like cooking.
To be continued...