It seems that he can’t just ignore it, because he really doesn’t hate Lothar, and it can be said that he likes it best among the opposite sex.
….. but, but.
The 27-year-old who has never been in love once always feels that he has skipped too many plots in his life, just like when playing games, he is impatient and presses SKIP. After skipping, he finds that he suddenly has a baby around him, and his brain suddenly falls into a blank.
-Where did this come from?
"Lothar, why don’t you tell me?"
Russell looked at the wolf’s words and got into trouble, so he looked at Kamahl II.
The elf girl with long black hair glanced at her side and seemed to feel that her antlers were heavy. The young man tilted his head slightly.
"… I don’t want to force Sabie any more. Kamahl has hurt him too many times."
She was a little disappointed, and seemed to be a little uneasy. She was silent for a while and then seriously wrote, "If he doesn’t want to talk, forget it … I’m sorry. I was too independent before."
"If you think it’s unacceptable, I can melt the child again-please worry that it also belongs to my destiny, so it can be regarded as a fragment of my soul. I can recycle it at any time in this state of lifelessness …"
"… no, I’m fine. I’m sorry. I’m … I didn’t adjust my mentality at the moment, but I’ll try to adjust …"
Hearing Kamahl Arthur II say such a thing, the inferior person is almost conditioned to refuse "or give birth to the child because of me …"
He paused and bit his teeth.
At that moment, he vaguely felt a throb in his heart.
"-because I will definitely be a good father. Absolutely!"
He almost bite a tooth than firmly said "absolutely-and that man is not the same! I would never … hurt you like he hurt his mother, never hurt you like he hurt me … No, hurt our children. "
Looking at this scene, Russell hesitated at the moment.
Is this also a kind of love?
Can hatred of the past and fear of the past turn into love …
A sin girl who has commit a crime and therefore does not want to repeat that past; Young people who don’t want others to suffer for the same reason because they have suffered.
"… you are really alike."
Russell lamented "all kinds of meanings"
-but it’s not love that he can be sure.
Bound by the fate of "Kamahl", even though they have been kissed, have children, and are even married … but their love has just begun.
It’s strangulation and Xiaoya’s different types of love-they are mutual redeemer. One side saved the other’s soul and the other side saved the other’s life.
The wolf said Lothar was like a couple drawn by fate.
It’s two souls who carefully test each other, both subconsciously love each other, but consciously hurt each other; I hope I can get to know each other, but I am afraid that my consciousness will hurt each other … It is impossible to reproduce the miraculous "love" before "knowing each other" again.
Because of "Kamahl", the two of them met each other for the first time, and they almost knew most of each other’s personality as if they had been together for more than 20 years.
But at the same time, the other person is another person in their memory, Kamahl, who doesn’t know that the inferior has fallen into "silence" and become mature; The inferior also doesn’t know the girl who formed the main part of Kamahl II’s personality in the past.
Than being familiar with each other but full of strangers
"It turns out that there really is love at first sight."
Little Russell, the kingfisher, said in his ear, "I remember you telling me that it was all about seeing the color."
"There must be this ingredient."
Russell also argued, "I have come up with a wonderful metaphor-they are like each other."
"It’s strange but it seems very appropriate …"
"Right?"
As Russell Delphine whispered to each other, Losa silently looked at the white lion, and when he was eating the food, the door of the bag suddenly hit.
This should be impossible-this is the world’s highest-level sanatorium, and even cyber hackers of this level, Delphine, can’t fight without making a noise.
But it seems reasonable to him again.
A middle-aged man dressed in a quaint black robe with black cloth straps tied to his eyes came through the door.
After he entered the door, he took a seat for himself and then poured himself a glass of wine-no one touched the table wine except strangulation, because no one except him drank.