Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

"……I see."

Gently put down the phone, Ronald didn't have any expression on his face, it was flat and almost weird.

"What's wrong with you?" Ansair frowned puzzled. "Why does it look like this?"

"No, it's nothing." A somewhat far-fetched pale smile, Ronald shook his head and turned around: "I'm going to the study first, call me if you have anything to do."

"Ron?" Ansair stood up after him, worriedly watching his back as he slowly went upstairs tiredly, and looked back at Diolot and Cheryl with some anxiety. "Dior... do you know where that call came from?"

"There aren't many people he can contact by phone." Diolot raised his finger and gently hooked a lock of hair, looked at the end of his hair, and said softly, "It should be that."

"What's the matter?"

Diolot didn't answer him right away, but lowered his eyelashes lightly.Sherrill on the side felt that the atmosphere at the moment was not suitable for him, so he stood up quickly. "I'll go up and talk to Ronald about the next thing." After speaking, he nodded at the two and went straight upstairs.

Ansair glanced upstairs, then turned his gaze back again, urging him anxiously. "What did you just say?"

Diolot raised his eyes, and the look in his eyes seemed to be a smile but not a smile.Ansair was a little surprised, feeling like he knew something, but still waiting for his answer.

Sure enough, Diolot's tone was a bit weird, and there was an indescribably strange bend in the corners of his eyes and brows. "What else can happen."

"Of course it's his sweetheart's business."

"Miss Feng?" Ansair was dumbfounded. "Didn't Ron send her back?" That person probably forgot what happened here and it should no longer have anything to do with him.

"Send it back?" Diolot chuckled and turned his head. "It's just covering up the memory. There are many ways to recall it."

What the world says about cleaning memory is impossible. No one understands the importance of memory better than them. It is a part of the soul. If you delete it without authorization, it will only bring irreversible effects on yourself.So the only thing that can be done other than modifying is to cover up, it's just that people with different abilities can do these jobs differently.

"If she remembers... But Ron's expression doesn't look like she remembers these things in France." Ansair was deeply worried about his sudden powerlessness.At this time, if something goes wrong with him, it will be very troublesome.

"Then who knows." Diolot waved his hand to express his disinterest, leaned on the sofa and stared blankly, with an expression on his face that was indifferent or desolate.

"..." Ansair looked at him, and couldn't continue speaking, so he just sighed lightly, shook his head and said nothing more.

At night, Diolot came down from the attic, returned to the bedroom after seeing the situation of Noy and the [Glass Box], and froze before turning on the light.

After a while, he lowered his hands and walked straight forward in the darkness: "Why did you come here?"

In the darkness, a tall figure could be faintly seen sitting there, motionless and silent. If they were not too familiar with each other, it would be difficult for Diolot to feel him immediately.

"She remembered." Ronald's voice sounded softly, Diolot's footsteps stopped, and his posture immediately turned to the other side. "Isn't that a good thing?"

"Oh, good thing." He smiled wryly, and waved his hand to turn on the light in the room. A pair of deep black pupils met Mo pupils not far away.

The two looked at each other quietly for a moment, first of all he couldn't help turning away, with a bitter expression on his face. "She remembered everything."

"—Including everything that used to be on Fengjia Island."

Diolot paused for a moment while holding the glass, then slowly took the glass out of the cabinet, wiped it with a cloth, put it on the bar, and started staring at it.

"Dior, what's the matter with you." After waiting for a while, there was no response from him. Ronald looked over with some anxiety, but saw him staring at the empty wine glass in a daze. "Dior?"

"Ron, tell me, is the bond between [Four Fangs] really forever?" Diolot's voice was very soft, as if it came from a far away place, with some elusive ethereal.

Ronald frowned. "What are you talking about? Is this still a lie to you? With Uncle Syl and the others in front, don't you understand?"

"Of course I understand." Diolot smiled sadly, his exquisite and unparalleled face looked extremely pale under the light, and with that smile, it looked even more poignant. "But Ron, I really can't help it. Since Feng Wuyang came, I can only feel that you are getting farther and farther away from me... Can you still remember what we were like?"

"Dior..." Ronald was a little startled.

The thick long black eyelashes slowly drooped, leaving a gray arc shadow on Diolot's face. His thin figure stood against the bar counter, elegant and beautiful at the same time fragile. "Ron, I said that I would not interfere with your romantic relationship, but I'm really sad, very sad..." He held the corner of the bar counter and began to exert force, and the corner of the thick log bar table was easily covered by him. Break it off and grind it into powder in the palm of your hand. "I can't bear the way you've lost your soul because of that person. I can't bear that everything you gave me is no longer mine alone..." His tone became lower and calmer, but calm But trembling.

"I really lost you...Ron—"

Ronald came to him in a flash and grabbed his hand forcefully.Seeing him with his head down, he opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"I'm still a step late..." The young man's voice was choked with suppressed sobs.This reminded Ronald suddenly of the fragile boy who stood in front of him a long time ago. He had a charming face that did not match his gender, but there was such a sad and sad expression on that face, and he was so depressed. Sobbing, cautious and full of begging at the same time.

"Ron, I only have you..."

"Ron, without you, I..."

"Ron, I'd die without you - so..."

Ronald let go of his hand in horror, took a step back, and looked at him with a look of mixed astonishment and fear in his eyes.

The young man in front of him raised his head and looked at him. There was a smile on his astonishingly beautiful pale face, and the corners of his slender eyes were stained with bright red tears.

"Ron, I want to leave you."

He looked into his eyes seriously, opened his lips gently, and spoke softly.

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"Ron, I want to leave you," he told him with a teary smile.

"...No, why, why did you do this!" Ronald stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder in some panic. "Isn't it good that we are like this? Dio—" "Where is it! Where is it!" Diolot began to struggle and scream, and the wetness in his eyes turned into splashing tears when he shook his head The drops fell on Ronald's black clothes without a trace.

"I love you, I love you, Ron! You know all this, but why do you still torture me like this—" Diolotte cried hysterically, clasping his arms tightly with ten fingers, pointy nails All poked into the flesh.

He leaned towards him, with his forehead resting on the man's broad shoulders, his body trembling, "Ronald, how long are you going to pretend—" He raised his head and opened his mouth and bit his neck fiercely, bleeding Swelling from his veins, staining the corners of his lips red and turning his white shirt a harsh color.

"I want to kill you, I want to kill you Ron—" His voice was really full of resentment and hatred!

Ronald stood there so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

In fact, in fact, he should have thought of it a long time ago, right?

This person, the person in front of him, the person in his arms, his obsession with him is so deep that the fetters of [Sifang] cannot be restrained.

But before that, he still had a whimsical thought that he would look away from all of this, because there must be no relationship between the [Four Fangs] beyond that fetter, otherwise all this would be in vain—he thought he knew , he knows, but he really wants him!

He could no longer hide——

"...Dior." Ronald said, his voice hoarse. "I just want you to live well..." "What a big tone." Diolot sighed softly, watching his wound heal quickly, and smiled with his rosy and terrible lips, his soft tone was full of excitement. A cold madness that no one dares to explore. "But Ron, as early as that time, you should have understood that what I want is definitely not 'live well'..."

Yes, he was in the pool of blood, he showed such a coquettish smile to him, the eyes he looked at him were full of temptation, he even made himself look like a woman, just because of an unintentional sentence he said by chance The words - he fell in love with him - there is no reason, there is no cure, no amount of despair can change it.

Hearing his voice, Ronald suddenly felt extremely heartbroken. He lowered his head and raised his arms to hug him, his arms trembling. "Dior..." But, apart from his name, he didn't know what to say.

Diolot stood there and laughed sadly, his eyes were red with blood and tears, but he stubbornly did not shed tears, he just felt it was ridiculous, he