[Twilight] Bright sunshine

If he had temperature, I felt that the man pressing me would definitely burn.But the fact is that he is colder than any cold-blooded animal on earth, and the hot wound on my arm is cooled by his fingers. It seems that I asked an extremely stupid question.

Caius held his breath, the color of his eyes was uniquely warm, and still seemed to be soaked in the ancient coolness.

He touched my face hesitantly. Our body temperature was two extremes. I was so cold that I wanted to escape.

I dare not speak again, for fear of disturbing his hesitant meditation.His struggle and arrogance were all shown in his unsteady eyes, he was wondering if he wanted to answer my question that didn't go through my brain.

I'm almost sure, no, for sure.I don't need his answers, I'm even afraid he will.

I shouldn't ask, this is not a question I can ask.

Caius was very sensitive to capture my emotions. His shyness, which was only fleeting, was shattered to pieces by his indifference. I saw his perfectly lined lips tremble.

"You're just a human," he said grimly, with a dark, suffocating anger.

I'm just a human being, he's said it several times, and he doesn't know who he's emphasizing on.I should be thankful that he is so unrepentant and self-righteous, it is impossible for him to fall in love with a damned, cowardly and fragile human being.

Yes, I don't believe a vampire can fall in love with his food that easily.

I have no reason to believe that such a dark fairy tale can happen in reality.Can you imagine a creature so different from you, a murderer who kidnapped you and falls in love with you?

I can't believe this fact.

This kind of feeling should not appear, it's too... sad.

Caius’ expression was so sad, I didn’t even know how his fingers were so stiff as shackles behind his expressionless mask, and the intense emotion that could not be hidden but revealed from his eyes tortured him.

I lowered my eyelids to block out his impassive face.My brain is turning slowly, and in such a chilly atmosphere, I want to pull away this tragic topic.Then his eyes widened as if he woke up, and he blurted out worriedly, "Where's Carlisle?"

I know it wasn't a nightmare, Caius wanted to murder Carlisle, before I passed out.

Then Caius's reaction let me know that the question was an even dumber subject, and he was trying to strangle me, and I'm sure he was going crazy.

"Are you talking about that cowardly idiot who is afraid of death? That superfluous and psychopathic idiot!" His meanness has been sharp enough to kill people from a distance. If Carlisle stood in front of him, he would definitely be caught by Caius' poisonous tongue. strangled.

I'm sure the person he's talking about is not Carlisle. I've never seen such a normal non-human doctor.Psychopathy?Caius's habit of labeling criminals on normal people has always been so strong.

"Is he outside?" I refused to back down from this question, and looked at him very seriously. I must know Carlisle's situation.

Caius closed his eyes, he was too close to me, the length of his eyelashes was the envy of countless women.I can clearly feel the physiological reaction he tried to suppress, the agitation that belongs to the vampire.

An overly rigid body, distorted facial expressions, and lack of breathing patience.

This kind of self-suppression was very uncomfortable for him, but I didn't get hurt at all. His hand was still pressing on my arm. Apart from being cold and hard, the force was so gentle that it could be ignored.

I continued to ask: "Is he all right?" My fingers gripped the quilt nervously because I couldn't wait for An Xin's answer for a long time.Carlisle's safety is just too important to me.

Caius opened his eyes fiercely, the red pupils were thick and penetrating.He laughed sinisterly, and threatened: "If you ask me again, I will immediately wrench his neck, Claire."

This guy seems to have been greatly stimulated, a deformed beastly emotion that is too much forbearance, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

He hated Carlisle, almost to the point where he had to get rid of it.

But Carlisle is fine, and the strength of his fingers on my arm has not changed.

For a moment I could hardly face Caius's face, the real pain in my heart made me a little unbearable.These things are not for me to consider. My most urgent consideration now is how to get Carlisle back to Forks safely after he became my guarantor.

Whether it's Arlo or Caius, their ultimate goal is to convert me.The Volturi is a wolf's den to me, but becoming a vampire is against my purpose in life, I can't convince myself to accept this compulsive immortality, my will, my self-respect, my Life does not accept unlimited trampling.

But if Carlisle gets me the option and I give up the switch, Caius will kill him.

Somehow, I'm sure Caius will kill Carlisle.

This is simply a dead end.I was almost cornered.

Caius suddenly muttered something annoyed himself in a low voice, I raised my eyes to look at him inexplicably, but my breath was completely occupied by his breath before I could catch it.My heartbeat became disordered, and I reflexively wanted to struggle. Caius covered the back of my neck with his hand, and his fingers were all entangled with my loose long hair.He closed his eyes and touched my lips with a cold kiss.

He was very careful, maintaining an excessively light force, trying to suck open my tightly closed lips.I froze, all I could see was his loose blond hair and his unmoving eyelashes.

The rapid heartbeat, elevated blood pressure, and suffocation caused by excessive tension were all confused into a kind of high temperature, which leaked from my overstretched pulse and blood vessels.The coldness he brought to me was even mistakenly turned into burning scorching heat by the sensory nerves.

Reason told me not to struggle, his teeth were full of venom.But the physical reaction was uncontrollable, his kiss took over with a strong and excessive breath, which made my scalp numb.

Cold rubbing and wet licking, he tried to think a little deeper.I stared at my eyes in disbelief, held my breath, and dared not let him succeed.Caius opened his eyes vigilantly, and he glared at me. Pain and another kind of strange joy were chaotically intertwined in his eyes at the same time.

If I could bite him I would, the problem is he's covered in poison.If I can use the flirtatious leg, I will not hesitate. The problem is that it must be me who broke the bone, and the biggest premise is that he can roll off of me.

He stuck to it motionless, pressing the corners of my mouth with his lips that were different from the temperature of human beings. I had forgotten how to breathe. I started to tremble due to lack of oxygen, and my head was dizzy. Could it be that he wanted to murder me with a kiss? ?

Caius's breath holding technique is better than mine, he didn't suffer from the inability to breathe, he finally let go of me just before I thought I couldn't take it anymore, his fingers covering the back of my neck gently rubbed against my skin, too much The fair face rubbed against my temples naturally, and the intimate ears rubbed together.

His every action is telling me the answer.

I really want him not to be like this, the sound of his heartbeat has not calmed down, his imprisoned hug and careful touch make me unable to relax at all, which makes me really want to kick him off.

And I found that Caius's self-control ability was getting stronger and stronger by my side. I will never forget the terrible eyes that completely lost his concentration and were full of aggressive desire during the first period.

But now he can stick to me, and he can keep calm and relaxed at such a close distance.

I tried to relax my body as much as possible, and the pain from the wound immediately swept over me. I was stimulated by Caius' movement just now and ignored this pain.

Caius felt my anxious and restless mood changes, and quickly looked up at me. He seemed reluctant to part with the temperature of my body, but he jumped up in an instant, with graceful and clean movements.

He fell out of the bed, turned his back to me, and said in a cold voice, "Stay here and don't move." After he finished speaking, he walked out quickly without even turning his head.

I breathed a nervous sigh of relief after I was finally sure that he had disappeared. My clenched fingers were too stiff, and I placed my fists heavily on my chest, trying to curl up into a ball to resist the torment in my heart.

Not the answer I imagined at all, and I am unsure about correcting the obvious over and over again.

I had zero love experience in my previous life, and I didn't even have a chance to have a secret love.I started to get sick right after I came out of college, and I have been tossing for several years, except that I tossed myself to death, knowing nothing about human relationships, work, and emotional relationships.

I don't even know what process it takes to have a liking for a man and a woman, is it a long flow or love at first sight?The only thing I have is Charlie's unselfish love for me, which is the most precious gift I have ever received in my life.

If it weren't for his terrifying conversation with Carlisle, I couldn't bring myself to imagine it in that direction.

I'm pretty sure I've done nothing but keep pissing him off, what the hell did I do to get this weird?

Or is the brain circuit of the non-human being twisted into braids, so Caius' derailment is normal?

If there is a book about how to make a man fall in love with a woman, oh no, it's not necessarily love, it may be just affection, I really need this kind of book guidance.

I need it to tell me how to make this inexplicable emotion go away.

You are a good person, and I don't deserve your overly blunt words of rejection. I'm sure Caius would break my neck if I dared to say it.

He seems to be a headstrong old stubborn. Anyone who wants to say no to him is risking his life.

My life is in jeopardy enough right now, I don't need this to make it worse.

Of course, these are more likely just my narcissistic guesses, maybe Caius didn't mean that at all.He didn't admit it, I grabbed this life-saving straw, I don't have any traits in my whole body that can make a man tempted, I want to have a face, a figure, a figure, a sunny and sunny, my personality is not cute enough, my life is a mess, I like my man Unless it is blind.

I sat up from the bed, looking sluggish and disheveled, and my bandaged arm was still burning with pain.He glanced around blankly and found that the environment was not right.

The stone bedroom of Caius here is correct, but the simple and dark stone is painted with a pinkish light red tone. Under the gray light, the soft and delicate color has a delicate feeling of blooming flowers.

The exquisite wooden frame is an oil painting of flowers, which doesn't look like a newcomer's painting bought from a small street shop in Florence.

There are a lot of furniture in the room. The cabinet looks like a product of the [-]th and [-]th centuries. It is made of teak wood, and the carving is cumbersome and the color is light brown.Plus extra bookshelves, a round slim four-legged table, chairs with rose red velvet cushions, and white lilies in vases on the wooden platform by the wall.

He looked up stupidly, and saw a golden European-style candlestick hanging above.

If the bed and fur quilt hadn't changed, I thought I'd changed the room again.

The decoration of this place has become too fast, and Caius's room has been transformed so...feminine, is it appropriate?

I tried to get out of bed. The wound on my calf was deeper, but the pain was not as painful as my arm.The pajamas are long white dresses and I think Gianna has helped me fall in love with dresses.

Walking out of the arched stone door, there is almost no change in the hall, which makes me feel that the style here and the room just now are basically two extremes.

Caius was not there, the door was open, and my steps were not fast. The tight|suffocating feeling of the bandage hindered the balance of my feet, and I walked staggeringly.After finally getting to the gate, I heard the sound of spring water gushing up, and I was hesitating whether to run out cheekily.

I think this situation requires at least a meeting with Carlisle. There are too many things I need his opinion.

I mustered up the courage to take a step, but I stopped after just one step. I reluctantly pulled out an awkward smile, wondering if I should run back immediately and cover myself with a quilt.

Jane stood under the shadow of the fountain sculpture not far away, her beautiful face blended perfectly with the darkness, her angry and gloomy eyes made her look like a fallen angel with blackened wings.

I really don't know where I offended her. Pushing me is not enough. Is it because I came here on purpose to linger at me with my eyes?

Just when I thought she was going to come over, a trace of unwilling panic flashed across her face, and then she turned around and disappeared very quickly.

I consciously retracted my feet, and Caius stood behind me. I didn't even know when he would appear. It seemed that my body's early warning reflex had completely lost its effect on this man.

"Do you have to resist my words?" Caius bent over and hugged me with ease, his strength always gave me the illusion that you were a feather.

Dmitry appeared from behind with a dinner plate in his hand, looked at me and Caius calmly, nodded quickly and then left immediately.

Caius carried me back to his stone hall and put me on the only chair, and on his only work table was a nutritious meal prepared by the Italian chef, high-protein light food.

The clear soup tasted just right, and I ate it slowly with a spoon.After coming here, I found that I eat much slower, because of too much pressure, so I am afraid that eating too fast will cause chronic damage to the stomach.

Caius walked to the other side of the table, touched his clean cuffs, thought for a while, and then took out a vinyl record from the bookshelf next to the table.

"Country music or black blues?" He smoked several copies, and besides vinyl, he also had some CD albums.

I'm sure there were no records of any kind here before except working volume books.The records in his hand looked pretty good. I held the spoon and almost leaned over, craned my neck longing to see the cover.It's an old problem. Seeing an unfamiliar album with a good cover is like being poisoned. I'm afraid I'll miss some good music.

Seeing that my appetite had been lifted, Caius waved the record in his hand disapprovingly, "No nutrition."

This kind of evaluation hit my glass heart, I can bend it with the strength of holding a spoon, don't judge my hobbies, you don't know how old you are, a laggard who only watches ancient Greek dramas.

Then I saw him miraculously, out of nowhere, get an old record player that doesn't need electricity and looks like it's hand-wound.

He picked up the vinyl record, quickly flipped the record over with his white fingers, and then gently placed it on the machine, and soon a melodious, low-pitched magnetic singing flowed out.

It is an early style of country music, these records are not easy to find, and many modern professional arrangers are missing, leaving only a guitar and the peaceful distant country in the song.

Caius responded to the music in a neutral way, letting the record roll around.When he came to the table, he picked up the quill and started his work. His serious face and tight mouth did not match the background full of winding notes.

I closed my eyes quietly, and finished my fish soup amidst the humming of the record player.I'm sure Caius doesn't like country or blues or rock and roll, he'd rather go to Italian opera than hear that. C believers expressed to me more than once their contempt and dissatisfaction with this kind of modern music.

I thought that this morning could at least pass safely, but Caius finally couldn't bear it anymore and broke the pen in his hand. He slapped the table hard, and the 72-rpm record was stopped by the shock.

He said angrily: "You little boy."

I was still holding the spoon I hadn't put back, and I didn't know if he was driven mad by the music, or if he had finally seen the terrible appearance of my roe-headed mouse and was planning to destroy me humanely.

Soon outside the door, Carlisle walked in steadily with a black tool bag.He smiled at Caius and said, "I think Claire needs to change the bandages, by the way, Aro told you to come over."

Caius looked at him distrustingly, walked to me, threw the broken quill in his hand, and stuck the pen tip into the bookshelf.

Carlisle didn't care about his aggressive reactions, and his gentleness and serenity seemed more patriarchal than Caius' brusqueness.

"I heard it was about the little angel, and Ah Luo asked me to tell it." When Carlisle talked about the little angel, he pursed his lips in a weird way, maybe he couldn't help laughing.

I admit that this title gives me goosebumps, especially when it's your nickname.

Caius put his hand on my shoulder, and every time he faced Carlisle he watched me closely, guarding me cunningly and impatiently.

"I will protect her." Carlisle knew what he was worried about, and stood still, his handsome and young appearance always carried a calmness that did not match his age.

"Any guard who comes in will tear you apart." Caius mocked him, "Useless guy."

Carlisle is not angry, I am angry, this attitude is too much.I wanted to chop off one by one the wicked claw of Caius on my shoulder.

"Don't leave here." Caius lowered his head, gently brushed my cheek with his cold lips, and kissed my hair again.

This attitude is the same as treating a lover.

I lowered my eyes, wanting to avoid such a crazy Caius.

Carlisle's expression was a bit strange, he looked at us with some relief but soon worried.

Caius did not treat him so affectionately. He walked past me, tall and ruthless, and walked towards the door, ignoring Carlisle.I saw Demetrius flashing over, and Caius immediately gave him some instructions in a low voice. This handsome and thin vampire with short brown hair turned his head and glanced at Carlisle alertly, then nodded, and stepped back into the darkness step by step. in the corner.

Caius must have told him to look at the door, so I called softly, "Carlyle."

The doctor was not as vigilant as I was. He put the box full of first aid equipment on the table, took my hand and began to remove the bandages. "It's okay, don't worry, everything will be fine."

His comfort is very useful to me. I never thought that one day I would rely on Carlisle so much. In Volturi, he is the only existence I trust.

"Aro called Caius over. It should be to discuss when to let you choose. Because you have a guarantor, there is a time limit. I will always be by your side, Claire." Carlisle skillfully inspected the suture wound on my arm , It is scarier than when the hands are covered with blood, maybe it will be much better after the stitches are removed.The doctor muttered professionally: "You must not touch the water, and you must also avoid eating."

"I heard your conversation, besides conversion and death, is there a third way?" Their fierce words impressed me deeply, and I felt that Carlisle had something to hide from me.

Carlisle was silent, but he didn't stop pulling out the new bandage. When he started to help me re-bandage, he sighed softly, "I don't want to give you hope, because I don't think I can win more than two votes for your right to live. .”

"Two votes for the right to survive?" I didn't know there were votes for survival, and my understanding of everything here is still very shallow, because no one can help me popularize science.

"This is also an implicit rule independent of the largest law. It has independent use rights and was established with the consent of the leaders of Volturi. If I hadn't lived here in the early eighteenth century, I would have seen it with my own eyes. Luo let go of a human, I don’t even know there is such a rule.” Carlisle raised my arm, and finally dealt with the bandage, his technique is much faster than ordinary doctors, but it will not give people an inhuman feeling. He has become accustomed to taking care of patients with movements within the limits of human beings.

"That is to say, the law of protecting secrets is flexible under special conditions?" I put my hands on my knees, and the white bandages were like some kind of plants, wrapped around to protect my split flesh.

Carlisle raised his head, his golden hair was covered with light yellow eyes, he didn't let his inner anxiety show too much, his brows only had a melancholy frown.

"As far as I know, that law was drawn up by Arrow himself during the Renaissance. Although the Volturi are a bit sloppy in dealing with human beings, they respect your scientific culture, especially Arrow. He treats every Excellent geniuses are very cherished." Carlisle paused in retrospect, for him there must be many memories of life in Volturi, which made it difficult for him to select.

"It should be that the Volturi will undergo a major renovation during the Renaissance. These are not easy for vampires, especially redecorating the castle. For us idle creatures, it is very tangled." Carlisle didn't care. Calling vampires useless, he was calm and easygoing.

I listened carefully without interrupting any of his words.

Such a safe and normal dialogue atmosphere is very valuable to me now.

"That's why Aro began to recruit human beings. It was an era when artistic geniuses came out in large numbers. Whether they were construction workers, sculptors, painters or poets, they all had a beautiful heart beyond words, and a beautiful soul that dared to dedicate themselves to art. They It shocked Aro and brought a lot of anger to the Volturi. These people entered the world of vampires because of the kind invitation of the Volturi. Some sensitive eyes discovered the difference, according to the law , whoever discovers it will be executed.”

"That's unfortunate," I said empathetically.

Carlisle nodded, imitating the helpless shrug of a human being, and then smiled and said: "Not everyone is willing to become us, especially great artists. They have their own ideas, and they can't bear to be us." Forced conversion, would rather choose to die than to maintain the integrity of my dignity and life."

He talked about these histories slowly and flatly, like a bystander reporter in charge of broadcasting.

I am fascinated by his gentle voice, and I also like the long-standing legends in his mouth.

"Aro was reluctant to give up the lives of some outstanding artists like this. He felt that it was unbearable to let them die in the dark. So he wrote in the ancient book that if someone can get the three leaders of Volturi and two people If you get the consent vote, you can get out of the Volturi alive. And to show sincerity, as long as the human beings who live with the consent, the Volturi will not be able to disturb his life during his lifetime."

Carlisle said earnestly: "It's the law, Clare, and it won't change once it's in place."

"Then those artists who get more than two votes and get out alive, if you reveal the secret of Volturi, it will not be very troublesome to you." I was afraid that humans would know, but it is not a huge problem to let humans who discovered the secret go. loophole?

"Sometimes being too sensitive is also a burden for you. These things belong to the responsibility of the night. You just need to know that if there are two leaders who agree that you can live as an excellent human being, you can get rid of this place completely." Carlisle gathered the extra bandages from his hands, his melancholy mood not really far away. "But I know Arrow. He can't vote because you don't meet his conditions. He is tolerant sometimes, but he can sacrifice everything when it's cruel. And Marcus, if Arrow disagrees, then He will not disobey him. This method is still a dead end for you."

I put my hands over my face, Carlisle's words weighed heavily on me, I couldn't let him die in the Volturi.But just like the artists he said, even if I don't have amazing artistic talent and value to stay, I also don't have any good feelings for this forced immortality.

It's like being cut off from a complete soul, and even the most basic human rights have been trampled away. This feeling is too painful to live.

Rebirth gave me a lifetime of life, and at the same time made me more stubborn and stronger in my choice to defend my right to life.

I forced myself to discard any superfluous sense of morality, and try my best to find life calmly. Before the real choice came, I had to use all my strength to try to struggle.

"Carlisle, you love Esme, don't you?" I let go, the taste of frost still seemed to remain on my lips, and I leaned back against the chair, the exhaustion of my body didn't make my brain cloudy.

"Yes, I love her." Carlisle originally had a suppressed expression on his face, but when he talked about his wife, his smile was so sincere and happy from the bottom of his heart. "Esme is the only irreplaceable existence in this world for me, and I am so grateful to have met her."

"Your love..." I tried to understand this feeling, which was not easy, because I hardly felt anything about love myself. "What is it like? You have the same feelings as us and humans, right?"

"In a way, it's the same thing, the palpitations of falling in love, the feeling that sweeps through your life like a storm, blows your hard, never-changing dull heart to pieces. The best thing that ever happened It’s all gone, because you know that the most touching miracle in your life has happened after meeting her, and you even feel so grateful that you want to cry, although I have no tears.”

I was heartily moved that Carlyle had met the one he loved, which to me was an unbelievably romantic feeling.

"Our love cannot be changed. Perhaps this is the biggest difference between us and human beings. Either I will live forever crippled because I can't meet the one I love, or it is eternal love. Once love When the flame burns in your heart, you will live forever. Therefore, vampires are very dedicated, unless they are single, they must be dedicated people." Carlisle said with a cute humor, "This is an advantage."

"Love that will never change?" I tried very hard to experience this deep feeling, but it was like looking through glass, seeing it clearly but without any real experience.

"Vampires are completely different from humans, which is why we all think that you have souls. You can change yourself anytime and anywhere, and from the day we change, all physical characteristics, including mental age, will freeze. The possibility of change. And love may be the only gift God gave us, the second growth of a vampire, and the only change will be when he meets the person he loves." Carlyle has a deep feeling about this topic, he There was a kind of clean purity in his expression, and the sunlight from the cracks in the stone floated onto his blond hair, illuminating his handsome face.

"So... what if Esme doesn't love you?" I felt cruel when I asked the question, because Carlisle frowned in pain.

He couldn't stand just imagining my words, "If, I mean, if she doesn't love me, and I fall in love with her...Damn it, I'm sorry Claire." Carlisle suppressed the pain patiently, "I think this If Esme doesn't love me, then I can only do everything possible to make myself leave her. I won't hurt her, but my love for her cannot be extinguished, and there is no way to control it. "

"Isn't there any way to let go of this love?" This is beyond my cognitive scope, because for me, any wound in the relationship can be healed by time.

Eternal life will remain the same forever, and it cannot be changed. That is beyond imagination.

"This is impossible, you may not be able to understand it, but once a vampire falls in love, it will be eternal. For us, love is even more important than life." Carlisle felt a little hypnotized by talking too much, because I always She looked at him with bitterness and hatred, not knowing how to feel that feeling.

"Then how can I find out, a... vampire." My teeth ached when I said these three words, and what hurt even more was the next question, which made my stomach tangle. "Does a vampire love you?"

Carlisle wasn't surprised to hear my question, he hesitated, eager to tell me something, and I looked at him expectantly.In the end, all the kind doctor said was, "Claire, it's more difficult for you to tell, because everyone has a different personality, so the way of expression is also different. For example, I was Esme who confessed first, ahem." It seems that this incident has made him very depressed.

I really don't have that thick skin, but the biggest problem is looming, and it's making me restless.Finally, I gritted my teeth and asked the most critical regret, "Carlisle, do you think Caius treats me..."

Before I could finish speaking, Carlisle put his hand on the top of my head and rubbed it vigorously.

I was almost pushed into the chair by him, and hurriedly reached out to save my poor chicken coop hair.

"Don't put so much pressure on yourself. It's not your business, and it shouldn't be your responsibility. Caius' business..." Carlisle gave me a sad look, and his worry was beyond words.

"That can't be love, I didn't do anything." I still want to try to make sure of this, no relationship is one-sided, and love at first sight that lasts forever is even more impossible.

"It's not a question of whether you did it or not." Carlisle muttered in a low voice with some distress.

"Maybe I just like it, um, he has a special hobby." With Caius's obvious performance, I really couldn't hypnotize myself as blind.Maybe that guy hasn't seen a woman for a long time, and he thinks it's good to see a woman.

"Vampires don't have such a so-called liking..." The doctor stopped talking halfway, he felt that he had talked too much today.

But I already understood what he was going to say, "Don't you have a middle ground?" How could that be, how could there be no middle ground.

Carlisle reassured me uncertainly, "Maybe, everyone has different personalities, maybe..."

"Caius is a philanderer, isn't he?" Maybe he likes a woman when he sees a woman. Different personalities determine different feelings.

"Well, I haven't heard of this. He has always been very abstinent. He thought he had a partner before but it turned out to be a lie. I think his mental cleanliness is also very serious." Carlisle muttered to himself before realizing that these words should not be told to me. Listen, he immediately lifted the tool bag. "Don't think about anything, I will try my best to help you fight for it. I will go to Marcus first to convince him."

Then Carlisle disappeared with astonishing speed as if he had run away.

I paused for a moment speechless, then lowered my head decadently.I hesitate, is love really more important than life to a vampire?

In any case, now I feel like walking a tightrope, giving up persistence and giving up Carlisle's life safety, this kind of multiple-choice question is really terrible.

I hugged my knees and lowered my head, shrunk into the chair, and the wound on my arm started to hurt again.He took a deep breath, silently suppressing the anxiety caused by the pressure.

In the end, I raised my head suddenly because I couldn't breathe, only to find Caius standing in front of me. The non-human coming and going without a trace really makes people don't know how to evaluate it.

"Caius." I greeted in a daze.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Caius held my hand, and the darkness and gloom in his eyes flashed past.

"Fortunately, I discussed some topics with Carlisle about choices." I said with a nonchalant smile, Caius suddenly tightened his grip on my hand, but I didn't care about it at all. "No way, once you get used to humans, you really can't become a vampire, so I told him that although choosing death is a very difficult thing, it's also something that can't be helped." In the end, I was so relaxed that I was almost incoherent .

"You want to choose death?" Caius asked coldly, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

I lowered my head and hummed after a long time, "En."

"Did that despicable guy encourage you to make such a choice?" Caius could hardly suppress the trembling sound in his throat. I felt that all the muscles in his body were trembling, how similar to a human's physiological reaction.

I closed my eyes and tried to open them again, then I raised my head and finally saw Caius' face clearly.

He didn't have any expression, he was as cold as if he was about to cry.

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