Marriage With A Evil Heart

I abruptly stopped myself and looked back, only to see a man walk out from an alleyway entrance, with a magnificent figure and extraordinary temperament, but that face, I was too unfamiliar with.

“Blake!” I murmured and called out, “Why you?”

The corners of his mouth lifted upwards as he walked up to me, stopping a meter in front of me, his deep, unchanging eyes looking at me as before.

At this point, I was reminded of the time we returned to Southend together for the freshman vacation and saw him in the alleyway the next day, when there were very few outsiders in the area, and I was so surprised to see him here that I asked him if he had come to see me, and he denied it, saying that he was passing through from here.

Passing by here, this statement is really too far-fetched. Later, he asked me to show him the ancient street, I was excited to take him to every corner of the ancient street, even the narrowest alley drilled. He teased, saying I was the princess of the ancient street.

“You passed by?” I asked him deliberately, my eyes locked on his.

He couldn’t help but laugh out loud, still eyeing me, “You remember?”

“Of course!” I shrugged, “Remember it all!”

After saying that, I suddenly felt like I said the wrong thing myself and blushed instantly.

“I didn’t realize that this time you really became the princess of the ancient street!” He shifted his gaze to look away, “Do you want me to take you back to your old neighborhood?”

“You?” I asked, tilting my face up at him in confusion, questioning, “Are you okay with this?”

“Then try it and see!” He smiled a strange but quite charming smile, the kind of charm of a mature man.

“Try it then!” I took a step to his side, signaling him to join me.

He smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets as we walked together shoulder to shoulder.

Everywhere he went, he said this thing there, what I said that time when I walked through here, how I introduced it.

“You say it was strange then, not to have walked this ancient street, though being from Southend.” Blake sighed to, “If I had known you were in the ancient street, I would have come sooner, and would have met you here sooner!”

“What’s the difference, we met after all!” I said in disbelief, actually grumbling inside.

Complaining about him is so right, if I had known earlier, I might have rewritten my destiny, who knows!

“If I had known you earlier, I might have rewritten your fate! Not let our princess fall!” His voice surrounded my ears and I stopped myself abruptly, surprised that he had said what was on my mind.

“You do?” My eyes were a little dense.

He turned his head and looked at me intently, “Mmm!”

I lowered my eyes, not daring him to see the sadness in my eyes.

Yes, it’s just grief!

If he didn’t take a sudden break from school, then we …

I still haven’t been able to say the words.

We were silent for a long time, just walking side by side in silence.

Still nagging, I spoke first and asked him, “Why did you take a sudden break from school?”

“It was indeed sudden, for you, and how much more so for me!” He looked away and said in a heavy tone, “But I had no choice!”

What a great no-choice.

He bent his head slightly to look at me beside him, “I had to leave because I was suddenly given a transfer order to leave immediately!”

“But you’re just a student?” I was a little puzzled, thinking he was being perfunctory.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“No!” He said without question, “I’ve been an official for a long time, all of my family has been, that’s why I was sent to special training at the age of ten!”

I stared at him blankly, his eyes flashed with pain, but his expression was firm.

“This is my mission!” His tone landed on his feet.

I let out a soft chuckle and gave a final ‘hmmm’.

Actually, I was going to say, “Then this is my life!”

But the words did not come out of my mouth. From the time he left to the time he saw me again, we had been absent from each other for twelve years. These twelve years things have changed, I no longer have the opportunity to speak.

“Your face, how did it hurt?” I changed the subject, not wanting to continue that topic from earlier, it was pointless already, wasn’t it?

“When I was on a mission, I blew up and changed my face!” He said it easily.

“Your hands … too?” I asked softly.

“Well!” He replied in a low voice, “It was serious, picked up a life.”