Dawn broke out of the clouds, pierced the entire night sky, and re-sowed the light of hope for the world.

When the news of the successful operation came, Eller breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Si Tu with gratitude in his eyes.

In his opinion, it was because of Miss Si that the party leader could turn the corner so quickly.

It must be Miss Si's sincerity that moved the God of Light.

And Yin En, who was standing outside the crowd, silently withdrew his gaze from the operating room.

The clenched fist tightened even more.

Early in the morning, the warm sunlight fell on the white hospital bed, and the man's fingertips moved.

The intense pain was transmitted to the nerve endings, and Andre wanted to exhale, but was startled by the girl who was sleeping beside him.

Her face is still delicate and beautiful, as beautiful as an elf who does not eat fireworks.

As if she should be loved by the world in the palm of the hand, carefree, peaceful and happy.

And someone like him who walks in darkness and killing is destined to be two extremes with her.

One is pure white and the other is extreme black.

Like two parallel lines that never intersect, they can be seen from a distance, but cannot touch each other.

The pain of the wound on his body irritated him all the time.

But Andre was still reluctant to wake up the sleeping girl, and was happy with it.

The early morning sun was warm, but it was still a bit dazzling when covering him.

The girl's drooping thick eyelashes trembled, and a pair of blue pupils were reflected in Andre's dark eyes.

Even his focused and obsessed eyes have not had time to withdraw.

"you're awake?"

Shaking his head, Si Tu quickly woke up.

Seeing that his face is still pale, and he hasn't seen him for a few days, why is he so thin?

I'll have to give him a good boost in the future.

"I'll call the doctor for you first."

A comprehensive inspection has to be done again before Si Tu can rest assured.

"I'm fine"

Just wanted to keep watching you up close like this.

Andrei held her wrist that was about to leave, tugging at the wound, causing him to frown in pain.

"It's okay, you lie down and don't touch the wound anymore."

With a concerned tone, Si Tu quickly helped him back to the hospital bed.

"You are a human being, not a god. You will hurt if you are human. You don't have to endure the pain in front of me, and I won't laugh at you."

To tuck the quilt for him, Si Tu went to ring the bell.

Although it was a scolding word, it fell in Andrea's ears more pleasant than the pope's prayer.

"I don't want to worry you."

It was almost instinctive to endure the pain.

No matter when or where, as the leader of the Party of Quebec, you can't show your weakness and wounds.

But in front of her, he wanted to be capricious

The doctors came in a hurry, and after doing a full body examination, they were all relieved.

The party leader's fate was saved, and they did not insult the white coat they were wearing.

"If you don't want me to worry anymore, protect yourself and don't let yourself get hurt again."

Where is the so-called mission important in life?

have to say that the royal family's brainwashing of the Party of Quebec is really thorough.

Seeing the scars exposed in Andre's loose buttons, Si Tu's brows furrowed even deeper.

"When did these wounds come from?"

He was only in his twenties now, and those wounds had already healed.

Apparently, it was left behind when he was a child.

"About ten years ago, or more, I don't remember exactly."

For as long as he can remember, it has been endless training.

The enemy at the beginning was a stranger, and later he was a comrade-in-arms brother, and then at the back, he gradually became numb.

Hate the sun, hate the so-called gods, and hate the injustice of fate.

But the world is always fair, he lost everything he could, but he met his bright redemption.

"I don't want to see any new scars on your body."

Si Tu's tone was extremely solemn, and his blue eyes were resolute.

Like a queen sitting high on the throne, and he is the most loyal believer crawling under her feet.

"Are you caring about me?"

Andre raised his dark eyes, his expression focused and gentle.

Perhaps because of the injury, his voice was hoarse, but he was uniquely bewitched.

Gee, the wounded villain looks even more charming.

System question mark face: So this time, your own host took the initiative to fall?

"You saved me, we are friends, of course I will care about you."

Situ poured a glass of warm water and handed it to his chapped lips.

But Andre didn't seem to want to drink this glass of water, looking at her with almost stubborn eyes,

"For Miss Si, does this concern only come from friends?"

Without waiting for Si Tu's answer, Andre lowered his eyes, looking extremely lost, and continued,

"Will Miss Si treat all her friends like me? Will she stay in front of his hospital bed and send the most sincere blessings of peace before leaving?"

Most importantly, it will be the only light that illuminates his dark and rugged life.

Is such a strong emotion really just from friends?

Andre desperately wanted her answer, but feared that the answer wasn't what he wanted.

The contradiction and panic instantly magnified in his heart, and even his fingertips curled up unconsciously.

As weak and pitiful as a little beast in desperate need of protection.

There was no accusation in his tone, more grievance

But Situ still couldn't resist.

"I"

Before she could explain why, Andrei dragged her into his arms, and the water in the water glass stunned his hospital gown.

"Are you crazy? Your wound has just been sutured, so you can't get wet!"

And because of his actions just now, there was even a faint blood stain on his white bandage.

After finally pulling him back from the gate of hell, do you want to do it yourself?

"I'm just crazy!"

Andre answered loudly, but there was more grievance in his tone.

In order not to let his wound continue to rupture, Si Tu could only follow his heart and nestle in his arms.

The rhythm of the heart beating gradually coincided with the chart on the instrument yesterday.

She has witnessed the existence of miracles with her own eyes, so she cherishes this hard-won blessing from the gods even more.

"When I was on a mission in the sixth district, all I thought about was you. Even when I was slashed by the sharp blade of the Demon Race, I was thinking, will you be sad because of this?"

Everything he thought and thought was always affected by her.

Uncontrollable, but willing to fall.

"Then will you be sad about it? Will you care about my wounds?"

I am waiting for your final answer, like a fallen angel waiting for final judgment.

Is it to fall into darkness forever, or to be redeemed by light?

It's all in your mind.