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Xavier lived in a big family in his previous life, and he told everyone that he had given up his inheritance rights and only waited for an adult to inherit a large amount of money and live a happy life.

It's not that he doesn't have the right to desire, it's that he's tired of the never-ending battle.His parents died early, but he still clearly remembered the yearning eyes of a woman in the bloody mess.

Flesh and blood relatives, because the warmth is not enough, so the emotion is extinguished.He sees the most clearly, so he has become the most comfortable person to live.

Very early on, he became a renowned genius chemist at home and abroad, and he was not obsessed with the laboratory all day long, although it was the only thing he really loved.

Then, he drew joy from countless men and women, laughing and wandering in love.

You can be alone, you live by yourself, and you die by yourself.

Twenty-one years ago, when Xavier was born, he found himself an ordinary baby in the United States of America.

There is no unshared loneliness that comes with honor, and there is no cruelty of those invisible swords.

He thought that he only needed to live a happy and peaceful life, marry a wife and have children, and then take his wife and son to visit his parents who were old at that time when he reached middle age.

The most painful thing for a person's dream is the catastrophe when it is shattered.

Xavier is a very sensitive person, perhaps not naturally sensitive, but years of training have made him never let his guard down.

When he learned that his father was from the FBI, Xavier was stunned for a moment. Although his father's work was always kept secret, all the clues pointed to his occupation.

The big villa where there will never be servants will always mysteriously disappear and reappear.

Because of that man's strength, Xavier never doubted him, even though he was an FBI who always liked to perform mysterious tasks.

That soothing power was provided to him by all the people he called his father who could bring him a sense of security.

As for the mother, she always looked at them tenderly, and then smiled silently, like a shy rose blooming on the garden fence.

Xavier still remembers that he lived the best time in his two lives during that not short and not long age.

At that time, he never thought that disaster would come when he was seven years old, even if his father was the FBI, even if his last name was Sterling.

The most ignorant laughter is always the most wanton.

Perhaps it is the boy's natural admiration for his father, Xavier should be closer to him as a matter of course.As for the mother, Xavier knew that she would always stand not far away, watching them with a smile.

When he was one or two years old, his father was still young, perhaps because he was sure that he would not have the memory of this time when he grew up, so he always threw him high and then caught him.

At that time, the sky was clear and clear, and the azure blue was like the most beautiful crystal inlaid.Through the halo of sunlight, Xavier could see the smile lines slightly outlined in the corners of his father's eyes, even the black glasses were not so serious.

Xavier suddenly didn't want to be a chemist anymore in his life, and such a cold instrument might no longer be suitable for him.

When I was four years old, in the hall on the first floor of the villa, a perfectly painted piano was placed next to the tall and large windows divided into small lattices by wooden frames. Xavier’s still very soft and young body sat beside the piano in a funny way on the stool.

Looking at the uncomplicated score in front of him, Xavier stumbled and knocked on the piano keys, one by one, looking extraordinarily clumsy.

When his father, who had disappeared for a month, pushed open the door of the villa and saw this scene subconsciously showing a surprised expression, Xavier felt that perhaps it would be good to be a pianist in this life.

He can try his best to achieve the expectations his father wants, only wishing that all suffering will stay away.

At the age of seven, he could already sit at the piano with his head held high and play countless difficult piano pieces. He became the Mozart of his youth that his mother joked about, and he became a genius again.

Lift your chin like a little prince.

Perhaps because of the nature of work, my father didn't interact with too many people, and only very close friends occasionally came and went in the villa.

When Xavier played the piano proficiently, like all fathers who are proud of their sons, he had a serious face, but with a slight complacency.

A piano piece "The Imprint of the Rain" is still hovering high above the dome above the villa, and all the aggregation and separation are destined.

Xavier still remembered that it was a night, exhausting all the darkness he had encountered.

He saw the mother sorting some baby clothes, ranging from one or two months to one or two years old.The clothes of one or two-year-old children already have the appearance of gender.

Xavier still remembers that the mother sighed and said: "We thought you were a girl until you were born, we were in a hurry, because the clothes prepared were all for girls."

Her smile is a little nostalgic.

Xavier only felt a pair of hands slowly strangled his throat, which made the seven-year-old him feel an inexplicable suffocation.

"We've already thought of a name." She seemed to think for a moment, then added.

"Judy, if it's a girl, we're going to call her Judy."

Judy Sterling.

Xavier just felt his fingers tremble, and then he just felt dazed.One or two can be coincidences, but the third is no longer possible.

Xavier felt his mother shake leisurely, and then fell limply.

It turned out that it was too late.

Because the gas hypnotizer is less dense than air, Xavier subconsciously covered his mouth and nose after his mother fell down.

And father...

Xavier stumbled and ran to the small living room on the second floor, where there was already a beautiful woman standing there.

Blood was spreading, and the man who fell on the ground could no longer see his face clearly.

I don't know if his expression is nostalgic, and I don't know if he still cared about his little prince when he died.

Xavier suddenly felt disgusted with himself.

He hated himself that if he found out earlier, even if it was a day, even if it was a quarter of an hour, even if it was only a minute, he could try his best to restore it.He's sick of himself why he's not a girl, he can switch genders, if it doesn't happen again.

But what he hated the most at that moment was him.

His father was willing to fight for his career until death, but he just wanted to hold on to his father's hand and back tightly.

Things are inevitable after all.

He was reborn in a new time and space, and lost everything in the future.

"Whoareyou." Xavier looked at the woman in front of him innocently.

He could bet all his life and everything he could bet on, as long as he could do it all over again.

Knowing that it was impossible, Xavier couldn't help but pray, he had never felt so humble.

"A secret makes a woman woman."

The sound dissipated, and Xavier controlled his body and left the villa.

In the phone booth, Xavier made a call. He has never felt so calm, and he has never felt so crazy.

Perhaps from the very beginning, he has been crazy.

Father's closest friend, celibate, not involved with any forces.Xavier was exhausted, and only one person could be recalled during the splitting headache.

An ex-soldier who had heard him play the piano, that was the best candidate.

All the telephone lines in the villa were cut, but the woman my father loved the most was still there.He had to get her out, he had promised he would protect her.

Xavier returned to the villa again, he stepped over the flames that had risen on the first floor, and stepped into the burning fire.

For the first time, Xavier's face changed into an expression that did not belong to a seven-year-old child, and it was difficult to continue crying and laughing.

Xavier hugged his mother and dragged her to the small living room on the second floor with all his strength.

Across the sofa, his father was lying on one side, and his mother was on the other side, as if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, never seeing each other again.

Suddenly, the huge ceiling crystal lamp fell down, and Xavier wanted to escape, but he could do nothing.Dragging an adult here is already his limit.

In a trance, someone hugged him and held him in his arms.

The corner of the crystal lamp hit the woman's head, and the blood exploded in an instant, even splashing on the body of the man beside her.

But he will never open his eyes to see his wife and son who are in danger, nor will he use his silent and powerful back to shield them from the wind and rain.

The glass was smashed, and a tall man with bulging muscles broke in.

They were saved.

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The fire was like a raging dragon, spitting out its rough tongue, Xavier watched the villa burn to ashes little by little, and his mother had already been taken away in his pleading.

The villa with the combustion accelerant collapsed suddenly amidst a roar.

Standing there, Xavier felt countless people coming and going around him, 911 people rushing past, and sirens.

Until the FBI arrived, Xavier looked at the faces that were neither familiar nor unfamiliar in his father's study.

He said softly: "If you use me as a bait to lure them to kill me, how sure are you of killing them all?"

His father is dead, but he is still alive.

A seven-year-old boy's eyes were burning, and in a corner where no one was paying attention, he showed his ferocious and roaring fangs.There was a looming madness under his skin.

When the fire turned into ashes, Xavier finally understood that the so-called fate of father and son was just that he stood here and his father stood there, and then his father gradually drifted away. He told him with practical actions that there is no need to chase him.

What Xavier once gained, is now lost.

He still clearly remembers that when he was a newborn baby, he carried him back to the villa from the hospital, his black eyes showed smile lines at the end of his eyes, and he looked young.

"Welcome home, Daddy's little Zevi."

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Hey... My heart hurts so much, I can't help crying T_T

ps: Thank you sister paper for the bomb~

pps: My authentic car is almost being changed into a doll car!