Chapter 1701 Fraudster
Before Xilin could figure it out.
But "He" lowered his head in embarrassment. Although he didn't have that expression, Xilin could feel the loss.
"Actually... I learned to use idioms before..."
"real…"
"Little Second once praised me..."
It's like a good kid who usually gets 100 points in exams suddenly performs poorly.
If there is an emotion that can express what "He" is thinking at this moment, it should be this.
“He” can use idioms.
At least……
It used to be like this.
"Are you concerned about me?" But Xilin saw a deeper side.
He does not think that everyone can be cared for in this way.
At least the old man next to him didn't have that.
"Well, Xiao Lao Er used to take care of me, but now..."
"He" tilted his head and added with a smile.
"I...will take care of you."
"But you know it very well, right? After all, I am not that senior."
"I know." "He" nodded.
"I understand, but it's okay."
"As long as you are willing to help me."
"I won't." Xilin shook her head decisively.
"I came to you just to become your enemy."
"It's you."
Taking a step back, Celine opened her arms.
"Aren't you going to kill me here? This should be easy for you."
"Or are you sure that I can't do anything?"
"..."
His response was still that kind head shake and that voice:
"You really are very similar to Little Second."
"Don't you think these two sentences are contradictory?" Xilin couldn't help but complain, thinking that the former might have forgotten the previous conversation.
I said earlier that I am completely different from my predecessors.
Now he says he is the same as his predecessor.
I think you, girl, not only have trouble speaking and expressing yourself, but you also have problems with your brain, right?
"I... am not a fool..."
Seeing through the girl's eyes that meant "you are a fool", "He" quickly shook his head, trying to prove that he was smart with a dull expression.
"Little Second, you..."
"You all made the same selfish choice."
"This scene is just like the past."
"You have all chosen to become the enemy of the world, yes..."
"A fraud."
trickster.
Maybe so.
But at this moment, this proud girl was still distracted.
He came with a determined heart, but when faced with the vast understanding and kindness of the people in front of him, which was as vast as the Milky Way, he failed to make up his mind.
What kind of feeling is that?
Perhaps only He Himself knows, yet He cannot express it in words.
Even at that moment, the initial hope was rekindled in his heart.
Yes, He had naively expected it.
That 50,000 years of life walked into "Him's" past. After waking up, who is the "Him" standing in front of the throne who controls everything now?
She is still the same gentle and silly sister.
He doesn't know, and He can't tell.
So He gave up that unrealistic idea.
But now, without even realizing it, He reaches out.
But when His hand was about to touch the cheek of this familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of Him, it trembled slightly and stopped just a few inches away.
"What on earth was I thinking?"
Xilin reacted and gave a bitter smile, subconsciously trying to withdraw her hand.
But before he could take any action, he felt his palm being wrapped in another warmth.
Looking up, the girl was holding the back of His hand. “He” was smiling, that was His only emotion, but He was not smiling just because He knew how to smile.
The kindness that “He” gives is the purest care.
Just like now, “He” slowly placed his cheek in the girl’s delicate palm.
That ethereal and heart-stirring voice was as approachable as the casualness he displayed at that moment.
"In the past, the little ones would never treat me like this."
"They respect me very much, and therefore, to them, I am an insurmountable princess."
"But actually..."
The cheek in the palm of his hand swayed gently, and “He” seemed to be enjoying the feeling of the moment.
"It's warm, isn't it?"
"Little Second's palm is very warm."
"..."
"Are you really not her?" Xilin's breathing became noticeably heavier as she suppressed her inner emotions.
"She is the only one who will accommodate me like this."
In the end, He still held on to that tiny glimmer of hope and asked this question that was bound to disappoint Him.
There is no other reason...
Because in her life, the only person who treated her so gently was the sister who gave her warmth in the Siberian snowfield.
Only she...
Only her.
"terribly sorry."
But the results do not always bring miracles.
"Those 50,000 years were like a drop of water falling into the ocean to me."
"So I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't give you the answer you want."
Straightening his body, “He” slowly took Xilin’s outstretched hand and placed it against his chest.
His fingers deftly pried open the girl's half-clenched palm and gently placed her palms together, between them.
"The memory of a drop of water cannot shake the ocean. It may be beautiful, but at the same time..."
"negligible."
The memory of a drop of water cannot shake the ocean.
Perhaps, this girl who was not so fluent in language expression had also tried to tell Him in more tactful words.
But it is obvious that "His" system does not have this function.
And that doesn't make sense.
The results will not be changed by beautiful words.
Just like the memory of a drop of water, no matter how sweet it is, it will eventually merge into the bitterness of the ocean.
That is a result that cannot be changed.
"Can you tell me...is she still alive?"
"..."
The girl tilted her head and shook her head.
"I... don't understand."
"..."
"…If you don't understand, just leave it as it is."
Xilin did not speak again, nor did she make it difficult for "Him" to explore this extremely complicated issue for "Him".
Maybe it’s because the answer is no longer that important.
