The villain's love literacy

It looks different from other children, or it is too different. It looks like a human being, and it is about the same height as her. The young Sylvia didn't think it was strange at that time.

Almost the whole body is pure white, except for the three tear stains on the right cheek and the circle of stars protruding from the back of the head. The tiara is gold, like the oil portrait of the Weeping Virgin that she had seen in her father's study when she was a child.

It can whisper with her, and it can also hug the bear to sleep with her.

His mother passed away early, and no matter how much his father, a university professor, took care of him, he still couldn't take care of his mother, so it became Xiao Qianqian's best playmate.

But one day, when little Sylvia finally decided to introduce her "good friend" to other students at school, they thought she was crazy.

"Hahahaha, what are you talking about, Sylvia? Don't you read too many fairy tales? Are you an elf that only you can see?"

"Mom said you can't play with lying children, don't come to us anymore!"

But she really didn't lie, Sylvia even pushed the "good friend" floating by her side forward.

"Look, she is clearly here."

However, in the eyes of others, she seemed to push something that existed, but they couldn't see anything.

"It can't be a ghost, right? Sylvia is cursed, she can see things we can't see, and she is friends with ghosts, everyone run!"

"Hula", the children scattered and fled in all directions, only little Qianqian who was at a loss was left standing in place.

The little pure white stand-in floated around her in embarrassment, it frowned sadly, but all it could do was hold her hanging hand tightly.

Sylvia is a crazy girl who likes to play with ghosts, because this incident was isolated and even passed on to the teacher.

She insisted she wasn't lying, claiming "she was there, talking to me every day", and the teacher called her father in because of concerns about her mental state.

"Hey, maybe I was too negligent on weekdays, and this child's mother just passed away..."

Mr. Harold sat on the armchair opposite the teacher and sighed. He was very busy academically, and sometimes he had to ask a nanny to take care of him. They would only do the meals and housework well, and they would not care about the mental state of the children.

He took off his half-moon-shaped glasses, pressed his index finger and thumb between his eyebrows, and Sylvia on the side stubbornly grabbed the tutu skirt, even her father didn't believe her.

As time passed, Sylvia finally believed that only she could see it.

She didn't mention this anymore, but others had already decided that she was a crazy girl, and the children refused to play with her anymore, and spent a lonely childhood like this except for the company of a double.

The various problems left over from childhood also affected my future life. Meeting Diablo was originally just a coincidence.

But he just happened to be complementary to Sylvia. He didn't go out very much and could be with her all day long. The age gap became a sense of security instead.She hardly needs anything other than company, she is quiet and obedient, which is exactly what Diablo needs.

"……what?"

She stared blankly at the brown liquid in her favorite set of cups gradually calming down, and was put back on the tea table by the yellow figure, and then it stood beside its owner, its purple eyes slowly turned its gaze from She moved away and landed emotionlessly on the ground.

Without too much explanation, she knew that it was the same type of thing as her "resurrection".

The whole body is almost yellow, the center of the forehead looks like a purple arrow, and there is an inverted peach heart on the chest, and the eyes are mechanical and cold.

This was the first time she had met "the same kind", and she should have been happy.

However, Giorno brought the news of Diablo's death, and he also said that he was the BOSS of the "Passionate" organization, a mafia.

Even she knew what the Passions were, the unique Italian gang that, unlike other family factions, did not rely on the same surname and blood to maintain the gang.

But how could Diablo be...how could he be the boss of some mafia?

"No... no, he won't be..."

Sylvia stared in disbelief at the boy with the blond hair ring on his forehead, flashing through her mind the bits and pieces of her time with that pink-haired man over the past few years, and her words were incoherent.

"Impossible, you must have made a mistake."

Giorno couldn't bear it, but he had to do this, so he asked Mista to take out a laptop from a briefcase, took it and put it on his lap to show the blonde woman.

This was later found at the hotel where Diablo was temporarily staying—and even advanced the money he owed because he himself was never able to return.

"If you recognize this... I think you know the answer."

It was indeed Diablo's laptop, and he usually kept a close eye on it and never let her move, although Sylvia was not interested in that kind of thing at all.

She remembers the scratches on the back of the computer clearly. After all, that man has used it countless times in front of her. Women are always very careful about these things. Otherwise, how would she recognize those dresses that look similar to Diablo? ?

Sylvia whimpered, and finally couldn't help the tears crackling down. She covered her face in a collapsed state, and couldn't care less about maintaining her emotions in front of the stranger she met for the first time.

Whether it was the news of Diablo's death or his true identity, it hit her too hard.

Both the new godfather and the shooter were staring at their knees, and they even breathed more gently, giving the lady some buffer space.

However, there is an even sadder news waiting for her. Once the "Rolling Stone" is formed, no one can change its result, even if it changes its shape physically, it will only increase her pain again.

All they had to do was persuade her to accept her fate and die painlessly after touching the rolling stone.

This should be the best outcome for her.

After a while, Sylvia finally calmed down a bit, she wiped away the tears on her cheeks, and showed a weak and apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

She was finally able to control her emotions, stopped choking, and then hesitated for a while, but still couldn't hold back to ask the question that couldn't be ignored even under the shock of such bad news, she pointed to the yellow figure beside Giorno.

"Excuse me... what is this?"

"Oh, what, you can actually see it!"

Mista’s reaction was more violent than Giorno’s. Before the blond boy could say anything, the gunman quickly pulled out a revolver/gun from his back and pointed it at the woman sitting on the sofa. "Ah" appeared around him, only waiting for an order.

Giorno raised a hand to stop Mista's movement, but he also raised his vigilance.

However, with the existence of the Golden Experience Requiem, he really has nothing to worry about. As long as he can judge in advance, he can make the other party never reach the "truth".

The moment the blond woman saw the pistol/gun, her face immediately turned paler, and her eyes were also tinged with fear.

The moment they conveyed the news to her, she should have thought that they were also gangsters, even though they looked young.Even, a strange idea formed in his mind, maybe they defeated Diablo.

"Don't be nervous, we didn't mean to hurt you."

Instead, Giorno breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise he would be really embarrassed how to explain the existence and ability of "Rolling Stone" to Sylvia, but if she also had a substitute, things would be much easier.

"I didn't expect that you are also a stand-in messenger. Then everything can be easily explained. I'm still worried about how to explain it to you."

Just like when he first met Bucciarati, he knew it was called a "stand-in". Everyone has different abilities, and Sylvia's cognition of this is even more vague.

But Giorno could only raise his eyebrows when he heard that she had no idea what his substitute was capable of.

"If you mean that it can help carry some things at ordinary times."

Sylvia said innocently that she really didn't know, she never knew what special abilities she would have.She hadn't seen Reanimation have any magical abilities, but sometimes she would call him for help if she didn't bother to go down and turn off the lights before going to bed.

Mista put down the pistol after listening, and the corners of his mouth even began to twitch helplessly.Giorno didn't know what to say at all, so he had to continue explaining the substitute ability of "Rolling Stone" to her.

"So, fate is inevitable. If you choose to touch the 'Rolling Stone,' you can die without pain."

Sylvia was stunned for a long time.

Because she also has what they called a "substitute", she believed Giorno's words, and there was absolutely no need for them to deceive her, let alone their original intentions.

If she hadn't been offered this extra option, perhaps she would have been horribly retaliated and died a tragic death.

"If... I choose this,"

Taking a deep breath, Sylvia bit her lip.She is not a stupid person, she can judge the pros and cons of the situation, but there is only one thing she can't let go of.

"Then my father, he..."

"Please don't worry about this. Your father is completely innocent. I will not allow anyone to hurt his life."

The blond boy's expression became serious. He was still so young, and he already had the appearance of a godfather.He will protect Sylvia's father, which is different from protecting her, and also represents the attitude of the new godfather.

No one can hurt the innocent, and no one can break the rules on his site. Of course, he has many other disciplines to sort out.

"I swear to you with my life and reputation that I will take care of your father in place of Miss until he dies of illness."

Sylvia stared at the boy, without further explanation, she already understood his identity.

Giorno Giobana is the new "enthusiastic" BOSS, and as the new godfather, he has done his best to the lover of the former boss.

"Okay...then, I think I should at least leave...a letter for my father."

She tried not to make the suicide note so ugly.After obtaining Giorno's consent, she went back to the study on the second floor alone, intending to sit down and think about how to say goodbye to her father.

Until she heard a soft sigh.

Sylvia turned her head suddenly. In the house where there should not be a fourth person, a man in a white spotted suit was standing not far from her. He had neat short black hair and a typical southern Italian appearance. .

It's just that his body is translucent.