Author: Yan Youwu

Facts have proved that there are no people in the world who never think they are wrong. If there are, they are just disguised extreme selfishness.

In other words, the punishment they face is not enough to scare them.

Catherine's attitude changed as quickly as the weather in Nolan City. She cried and read Anthony's last letter to her aloud, over and over again. Even if she mispronounced a word, she would actively ask to start over.

She kept confessing with great regret and used all the vicious words she could think of in her life on herself. Later, she even wanted to kneel down, but was restrained by iron chains and could only keep leaning forward, showing her ugly appearance.

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"Do you think that's sincere?"

Joseph lit a cigarette and asked while driving.

"It's not important." Dante leaned his head against the car window and replied concisely.

"Then why did you let her do this?"

"You have to let out some bad breath."

"To be honest, I didn't expect you to threaten her like that, and I almost believed it." Joseph recalled the cold face of his companion in the cell and was very emotional.

He clearly looks like a gentleman.

"Even if I do that, I will ask you to do it for me." Dante chuckled.

"Oh, you think of me as a thug?" Joseph blew out a smoke ring, but he didn't refuse.

"I still don't understand what Anthony is thinking. He can't find a woman? Do you have to look for death?"

"Pure love is not wrong, it's just that you place your trust in the wrong person."

"Then shouldn't it be better to get out in time?"

"Have you never been in love?" Dante asked abruptly.

"Of course not, why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Joseph raised his eyebrows, rarely nervous.

"Ha" Dante curled his lips, he was indeed an inexperienced man.

Although I am too.

Port of Polya.

A flat dirt road winds up from the foot of the mountain, with a wide enough space at the top. Looking down, the waves are lapping against the rocks, and the sky in the distance is overlapping blue.

After leaving the city and the market at the foot of the mountain, the burnt smell in the air disappeared. This made the young detective, who was always in a gloomy mood, slightly cheered up by the fresh air.

With the sea breeze blowing on his face, George took a few steps forward and transformed into a crow with spread wings in a strange state. He held a medium-sized wooden box in his claws and flapped his wings to fly towards the sea.

Dante stopped and looked into the distance, looking at the gray and white colors falling into the sea, and a certain blocked emotion in his heart seemed to be cleared.

At this moment, he had the illusion that he had grasped the true meaning of the secret reader, and it seemed that exploring the true meaning of the secret was related to this.

The purpose of reading secrets may not be simply to pry, but to expose the hidden truth. Dante murmured to himself and looked to the sky.

So inaction is natural and behavior that is in accordance with the original intention is also the true meaning of Taoist priests practicing Dao for heaven?

Back on Earth, some people always felt that Taoist priests, as religious figures, were the kind of cultivators and superstitious people who meditated in seclusion, and they would always be viewed with various stereotypes. In the eyes of this group of people, it seemed that only

If you are a Taoist priest, you must do what you want.

But who knows, whose head is the hat placed on?

Dante shook his head gently, leaving the complicated thoughts behind, quietly feeling the caress of the sea breeze.

There are rough things on the road, so I go down the mountain at night with my sword in hand.

At this moment, he looked at the boundless sea and thought of this sentence for no reason. His thoughts suddenly became clearer, and his understanding of what kind of Tao he was cultivating seemed to have deepened.

"Huh, that Mr. Pure Love has returned to the sea after all."

George's transformed crow flew back and returned to his human form after landing. Only this time, he checked his clothes emphatically.

"That suit of yours is the latest alchemy product applied for, right? It's designed to prevent transformation from being affected?" Joseph glanced at him sideways and asked.

"Of course, it cost me nearly a year's salary!"

George covered his chest and gritted his teeth: "Those guys in the institute are simply worse than the black-hearted businessmen!"

"The magician's ability is so amazing." Ivy admired.

"There really is a man like Anthony in the world." Joseph lit a cigarette and interrupted George who was about to brag about himself.

"You think his behavior is incomprehensible, but it's not his problem."

When Dante spoke, the final letter to Catherine emerged in his mind.

"Dear, I know that there are many unknowns and temptations in this world, which tempt humans to get closer, but there is no way of knowing whether they are sweet or painful.

I always feel that it is very foolish to give up what you have got and pursue something unknown.”

"Nolan City is always filled with an unpleasant smell, the city's machinery is cold, and the crowds are crowded. I have ten thousand reasons not to like it here, but I know that it is better than the bustle of Leminya, because here, there are only

you and me."

".I have never done anything interesting or remarkable in my life. I always follow all the rules and abide by the moral principles I should have. You are the only adventure in my life and the only irrational one."

To put it another way, I think the most important thing when loving someone is not to please, but to be restrained; I get rid of the shortcomings you don’t like, clean up the relationship you think of, and suppress the instinctive greed and desire of human beings.

Love actually requires kindness, right? You know that the other person relies on you, but you won't be condescending because of dependence; you know that the other person accepts your own badness, but you won't let yourself be bad because of this tolerance.

But when I wrote this letter, I knew that it was all in vain."

"I don't regret what I did, and maybe many people will laugh at me for being stupid.

I always choose to embrace the light of the moment, even if there is darkness behind the light.

But I am indeed tired. Maybe in the end, I choose to face death calmly, which is the final freedom I can give you, or myself.

I hope my ashes can return to the sea, that is the direction of home.

I wish you all the best in the future.

Yours Anthony Brown.”

Dante sighed softly, bent down, and gently placed the bouquet of blue roses in his hand on the ground.

Behind the delicate blooming flowers is a short stone tablet that has just been erected.

There is no name on it, just a short sentence:

"May the ocean protect everyone who yearns for love."

The young detective raised his head and closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying the tranquility of the coast at this moment.

The breeze blows, and the petals are flying, like dark blue elves, swimming in the brilliant sky at noon.

Just like its flower language,

Clear, pure, miraculous love.

The next chapter will be connected to the new plot later, so I need to revise it carefully.
Chapter completed!