The smoke is still burning.

The night is still very long.

Chen Senran was sitting alone in the large reception room.

No lights were lit.

He knew that after tonight, he would become the target of public criticism again.

This was completely inconsistent with his original plan.

But he had no choice, and he had no reason to blame the girl for her recklessness tonight.

Because the moment he touched the girl's hand.

He also felt the four years of loneliness, fear, longing, longing, and longing contained in her body.

She really, really, really missed him very much.

Want it very much.

I'm almost dying thinking about it.

In other words, she can still live so strongly in this world just because she misses him.

This kind of wanting to make Chen Senran's whole body hurt, every organ, every cell, every drop of blood. He felt that his chest was burning, and that thin tooth mark was burning like a totem.

Across time and place, it silently tells the thoughts of its owner.

He could even imagine that in so many lonely years, that girl spent year after year in that villa facing the lake, waiting for someone to return. In the deep cold nights of winter, she could only

Light a lamp for yourself, under the quilt, yourself...

Hug yourself?

It hurts so much.

Chen Senran took a long drag on the cigar, letting the hot smoke pass through his throat and straight into his lungs, hitting those fragile nerves.

It hurts, but it's not painful enough.

In the darkness, the cigar butts flickered on and off, like the lines of time.

At this time, there was suddenly light in the darkness, a dim yellow light. It came from the villa on the other side of the river.

Chen Senran turned his head to look.

Counting from the front, the second villa.

The dim magic lamp makes the place feel warm and homely.

On the sealed curtains, the girl's delicate figure looks like an angel.

Chen Senran looked at it and was fascinated for a moment.

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"Come and have a drink to celebrate our reunion."

In a closed room.

The kobold Nasus sadly picked up the wine poured in front of him as he reunited with some old friends.

"I won't drink anymore." Ezreal looked at him coldly and said coldly.

He didn't have the slightest intention to touch the glass of wine in front of him, nor did he feel any joy at meeting old friends again.

"Okay." Nasus drank all the wine in one gulp and said with a sigh, "How have you lived these years..."

He only said three words in the last sentence and said nothing more.

He must, no, must say, how have you been over the past few years?

But the answer is undoubtedly, no.

Ezreal, that's not good at all.

Ezreal looked at him coldly, without any intention of speaking.

He was surprised before when he suddenly met Nasus again, but after the surprise, nothing was left.

Originally, there was actually no friendship between him and Nasus.

He can't even be called a friend.

What he means is to speak quickly if you have something to say.

"Okay. Old friend, Ezreal, I'm sorry for what happened back then." Nasus put down his wine glass and looked at Ezreal helplessly.

Although Nasus didn't say clearly what it was, there was no doubt that it was the incident that turned Ezreal into a human and a ghost.

Originally, he could die proudly.

Ezreal still didn't speak. He just looked at him, very cold.

Cold as ice.

The meaning of this gesture is that if an apology is useful, then what is the use of hatred in this world.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

No one spoke anymore.

Nasus poured himself a glass of wine and drank it again. It was as if alcohol could resolve some kind of embarrassment.

"Where did you go?" After a long time, Ezreal finally spoke. He looked at Nasus and showed rare concern for his situation.

"I almost died there." Nasus' hand that was about to hold the wine froze, and he pointed at his face and said ferociously, "I almost died."

At this time, Ezreal noticed that Nasus' humane dog face had an extra scar that ran through the entire face, making his originally majestic face look a little eerie.

But that's it. How can this little injury compare to my own?

As Ezreal thought this, the dark snake in his heart began to twist again.

So, he didn't say a word.

"Okay." Nasus looked at him, maybe guessing what he was thinking. He shook his head and said, "I came to you today not to argue with you. What happened back then is in the past.

It’s over, let’s talk about it later.”

"Afterwards?!" When Ezreal heard this word, he suddenly spoke out, almost roaring loudly.

His voice, which had been processed by Hex's vocal cavity, was so sharp that it made the whole room tremble.

"Do I have a future?"

These words came out of his mouth one after another like a knife.

"If you don't have a future, will Caitlin have one?" Nasus did not let Ezreal off this time. He said this sentence almost expressionlessly.

Does Caitlin have it?

These words were like a sharp sword, piercing Ezreal's heart with an arrow, causing most of his gloomy and violent temperament to disappear.

Although, he has long since lost his heart.

"Caitlin..." His voice suddenly became hoarse. He said this name that was extremely important to him, but he didn't know what to say.

"If you don't do something, I'm sure that it won't be long before the great Dr. Jess, the guardian of Piltover, will marry the beautiful Miss Caitlin." Netherston paused, then laughed again.

, "What people say, the love between Rose Knight and Miss Rose is a perfect match, isn't it?"

"If that's really the case..." Ezreal murmured unconsciously.

"Not bad?" Nasus continued to add fuel to the fire.

"Also..." Ezreal really went on to say this.

That's all he could say.

After all, he is just a street rat now and can only hide in the darkness forever.

He can no longer stand in the sun.

As for Caitlin, she is the kind of girl who should and must live in the sunshine.

must.

"Come, let's have a drink to celebrate, for Miss Caitlin's future happy life." Nasus started pouring wine again.

"Go to hell."

"What?" Nasus pretended to be stunned, but actually started to smile.

"I say, let the Rose Knight die." Ezreal suddenly stood up and roared like a furious lion, "Let this world go to hell, Caitlin..."

"be mine!!!"

"She's mine."

She must be mine.

From the year she turned thirteen, she could only be mine. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!