Xia Ya's eyes were extremely cold, but her thin red lips raised a smile.
"Do you need me to help you bring him back to life?"
Bai Weiwei held the corner of her skirt tightly with both hands and stared at him.
She seemed to want to come over, but she thought of something, and she could only stand stiffly in place.
Char stretched out his finger, and a little magic light appeared.
Illuminated his beautiful, but emotionless face.
He was like the ruthless Bloody Duke of legend, who finally revealed his coldest temperament.
The young man who has always been gentle to her.
No more patience.
Beneath his numb and cold expression, there is a hopelessness that has no way back.
No matter how she backs down, how she pretends, how she imitates the man in her heart, she won't love him.
Then what is he wearing.
He has never been gentle, nor disdain to play the piano, nor does he like to pretend to be pitiful and talk sweetly.
That's what that idiot little baron did.
He never needed to be so humble.
[Progress of the sideline stand-in bar: ninety.]
Bai Weiwei originally felt that the atmosphere was a bit bad, and planned to say a few soft words.
Hearing the sound of the branch line prompt, the courage to speak ruthlessly immediately surged up.
She took a few steps forward slowly, her red eyes, not a hint of cowardice.
"Xia Ya, I won't fall in love with you just because you are like him."
The light of Xia Ya's fingertips trembled.
The girl's firm voice, in the dark night, has a few traces of soft and waxy sweetness, but it is cruel to the bones.
"You know? I fell in love with Xiaya because he is unique. Even if he dies, I will never fall in love with another person who is similar to him."
Having said that, she smiled wryly.
"Because seeing someone similar to him will only remind me that he is dead, and I can't even feel the pain. How can I have the mood to love a substitute?"
Cruel words, but inconceivably gentle.
"So don't be a stand-in, and don't love me anymore, Xia West should be proud, not so... humble."
under dim light.
The girl's expression was so firm and soft, even with a sense of agility and coquettishness that she did not usually have.
Her face was muddy, her delicate bun was in a mess, and her roses and jewelry were lost.
Obviously so embarrassed.
Xia Ya stared at her blankly for a long time.
His face was pale, his eyes were flushed with anger, and the light on his fingertips was actually attacking magic.
Facing the corpse of Little Baron Char.
He wants to take revenge on her, to make her despair and pain.
He was going to destroy the corpse so that she could not resurrect the little baron.
But seeing her earnestly and diligently persuading him not to be humble.
The light on Char's fingertips finally went out.
In the darkness, he lowered his neck decadently, and his hair fell in a mess.
Bai Weiwei hesitated for a while, then walked forward step by step.
She came to the coffin, as if to see the man in her heart in the coffin.
Sitting beside the coffin, a boy like a lost dog.
He suddenly asked in a low voice, "If I was not a stand-in at first, but pursued you with my own identity, would you be less resistant."
He may have been wrong in the first place.
She has been trying her best to imitate the person she loves.
It will only remind her more.
The man she loved was the little baron.
instead of him.
Bai Weiwei reached out to touch the fingers of the coffin, and paused.
She hesitated for a long time before looking sideways at him.
Light-colored eyes, clear and without resentment.
"You're fine, maybe..."