【Hua Ning】Throat seal

"...What did you say about me?"

Baxun Ningning was stunned for a moment - she was never on guard against him, that's why he was able to get it so easily.She was just a weak, powerless girl, her soft and fragile neck was exposed to the air, as if she would snap between her fingers with a little force.He strangled her fair neck, and slipped out of his cuff a gleaming dagger, almost grazing her ear, and slammed into the soft soil soaked by the rain.

"You say I'm a, what?"

He realized that his emotions were not right—or he was on the verge of breaking out.Something exploded in his head, like countless mosquitoes whispering in his ears, almost swallowing his reason, the hand holding the handle of the knife was trembling, he took a deep breath, pinched his palm to force Calm yourself down.

"Baxun, don't be so naive." He moved his wrist.The sharp blade touched Yaxun Ningning's neck, penetrated into the skin, and a line of blood burst out, "There is no 'good mafia' in this world.

"This road is dark and dirty, not suitable for a clean person like you."

Hachiro didn't speak, just looked at him.The warm blood gushing from the side of the neck wet the collar, and the warm tears fell uncontrollably.Her eyes were blurred by tears, but her voice was steady, "There is no good mafia in this world... What about Hanako-kun? Are you the same?"

"Yes," Hanako lowered her eyes, "I am the same. I kill without batting an eye, and I have killed many more people than you can imagine. Don't think that I have saved you a few times and treated you better than others. What can influence me... After all, you are just an immature little girl."

"Then how mature are you?" She cried out suddenly, reaching out to grab his collar, the wound on the side of her neck was torn, and the blood almost stained half of her face red, "You—— Idiot!! Keep saying that I am not a good person, that you kill people without blinking an eye, and that I am immature-but you obviously like it, don’t you! You like ugly oranges, don’t you?!”

"Since you are so cold-blooded and ruthless, why don't you throw it out and let it freeze to death in the snow or starve to death? Why did you come to save me, why did you promise that Lord Guang would take care of me, why, why did you give me time and time again The opportunity to approach you! You can obviously refuse, Hanako-kun!" She crumpled and hugged her head, the rain splashed into her eyes, the sour touch almost forced her to open her eyes: "Why do you insist on putting such a thing on yourself? What a burden...you're just a boy...you're just a boy, you're only 15! You should live in the sun like me!"

"You're right," his brain exploded with a sharp roar, his voice began to tremble, something was falling apart, he realized that his city was about to collapse, at least, at least at the end, he would use the broken rubble to block her in the city Outside—he clasped her shoulders, as if he suddenly lost his patience, and his tone became fierce: "But you have to understand, I am no longer a so-called teenager. I like cats, that's right, so you are here My eyes are the same as Ugly Orange, I think you are interesting and can be used to pass the time, so I reached out to touch your chin to make you happy. But don’t forget, Yahiro, I am a person living in the mud , this hand can touch your throat, and it can also cut your throat at any time. As long as I want to kill you, you will die before the group of policemen pull out their guns, and I left you until now, It's nothing more than because I had a deal with the boy, and I promised him to keep you safe, so I have to do this."

He leaned over and pressed his forehead against her cold neck, his tone softened, with some pleading, and the end of the sentence was tinged with tears.

"So go back, Baxun..." He said with difficulty: "You are right, you should live in the sun, so go with them, stay away from this muddy water, and never step in again."

Baxun cried so hard that he could hardly breathe, and the words he spit out were fragmented, and he could barely put together a complete sentence.No, she cried, no, I don't care what you say, what kind of mafia you are, let alone whether you are the so-called No. [-], please don't go, ugly orange Still at home, can you go back with me?

Hanako couldn't speak, and couldn't even use the strength to hold the handle of the knife.The time left for him ran out, and the police officer who was ready to go brutally pinned him to the ground, his hands were twisted behind his back and handcuffed.Baxun Ningning was pulled away, and wrapped the wound with a medical bandage. She stretched out her hand to him, her fingertips looked pale in the rain, and she failed to get his response through the crowd.

That was the first time he heard Baxun Ningning cry so heart-piercingly and hysterically, as if he was about to pour out all the tears he had accumulated for several years, and his wailing pierced into his body like an ice edge , Instantly disturbed his liver and gallbladder.She cried and called him, and ran towards him with her hands that were blocking her, but he was pressed firmly to the ground, and it was wishful thinking to even move his fingers.

Blood and tears flowed down, and was washed away by the shower, she fell to the ground, her light-colored hair was stained messy and dirty by muddy water.How sad she must be, he thought, she is such a clean person. Although she likes to tend flowers and plants, she never lets muddy water get on her skirts. When she lived in the mansion, she had to take a shower every day, and her clothes would be sprayed Fresh and fruity perfume, clean and refreshing.

All of a sudden, some warm liquid slid down and mixed with the cold rain, scalding his heart sorely.He was dragged and stuffed into the police car, and saw his own blurred reflection on the glass—wrecked and covered in mud.Those golden pupils were as cold as a cold moon, and the eyes were filled with hot tears.

Baxun Ningning was finally given a sedative.She looked at him through a glass, her beautiful light-colored eyes slowly closed.He watched as they carried her into another car, and medical staff ran there with hot water and towels in their hands.

The girl frowned tightly in her drowsiness, and tears overflowed from the gaps between her eyelashes, diluting the bloodstains on her cheeks.

That's it.

he thinks.that's enough.

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