goodbye my sweetheart

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There has never been a finer wedding.

Stefan looked at the bride and groom, and Caroline looked at Klaus with such gentle and affectionate eyes. He remembered that he had been looked at by those eyes, and his heart felt heavy, like a lead block.

The wedding band played the most beautiful tune in the world, and the best champagne was on the table... But all the laughter, singing and dancing in the world had nothing to do with him.Stefan couldn't be happier without Katherine.

How the hell did he know Katherine would mean so much to him?

She left him with nothing but the scarf Elijah had given her.

She left him and the cartload of clothes he bought her.

The gardener lost his roses.

Didn't she swear to repay him with her life's love?

This damned rose betrayed her oath, she didn't love him to the end.

As he thought about it, he suddenly felt so sad that he wanted to cry, like a child who was separated from adults in a playground, he was about to suffocate.

Stefan stood up and walked out of the wedding banquet. He walked straight to the side of the road, and he looked at the vehicles coming and going at the three-way intersection, and the bustling people on both sides of the road.There are so many cars, so many people, there are so many people in the world, but his stubborn heart insists on loving that one person. Stefan was angry with himself, but there was nothing he could do.

"—The weather is so nice today, I should kill someone, ahahaha...Okay, Taylor, don't make your face so long."

It was clearly Katherine's voice, a voice that Stefan could never have mistaken, lazy, husky, sexy, playful.

Stefan went numb with excitement when he heard the sound.

It was her voice, at least this time, he would not admit his mistake.

But he couldn't tell the specific source of the sound.

Damn it, there are at least a hundred cars parked at the three-fork in front of him, waiting for the red light.

Taylor, why Taylor?

He turned sideways, catching their voices intently.

"Katherine, stop making me laugh, don't worry, I'm fine...I'm just not sure if Klaus will treat Caroline well."

"Taylor, don't worry, Klaus is very good to her, he even peeled her grapefruit. It's true, and God knows what a troublesome fruit grapefruit is."

Stefan listened carefully to every word they said, and finally determined the general direction. He chased after the sound, but at the same time, the green light also turned on, and the car in front of him, all kinds of cars followed the green light. Accelerate and gallop to their respective destinations.

He just lost track of her.

Once again, Stefan lost her.

On this day, all he could think about was Taylor.

Why would Katherine be with Taylor?

From the tone of their voices, they seem to be very close and friendly. Does that prove that as long as you find Taylor, you can find Katherine?

It is not easy to find Katherine. She has escaped for 500 years and has become a ghost.

But it was too easy to find Taylor.

■62■

In the past, Stefan had a hundred opportunities to find out about Taylor's whereabouts, but at that time Stefan didn't even bother to socialize with the mayor, he didn't want to listen to her at all.

Now all he had to do was listen and guide the mayor when she spoke.

Stefan found out about Taylor's whereabouts without much effort.

Taylor opened an art studio in N City, specializing in antique weapons and armor for film and television, and occasionally vintage clothing.He lives just above the studio.

Does this mean that it takes no effort at all?

Stefan "invited" Taylor to come, and with a little hypnosis he figured out what he wanted to know.

"How did you get together?"

"One evening a few years ago, I was on the road and I ran into Katherine...

"Forget it," Stefan said impatiently, "I don't have that much patience to listen to you, let me see for myself."

He had access to Taylor's memory without breaking it.

He begins watching the encounter with Katherine with Taylor's vision.

That evening, "I" met her.

She opened her mouth and said, "Taylor, I killed your uncle." After speaking, she looked at "me" provocatively.

"I" was still hesitating what to do, she increased the stakes and said: Caroline was also killed by me.

"I" couldn't bear it anymore, and "I" rushed over. At that time, "I" just wanted to tear everything up, and "I" bit her.

But she looked at "me" tenderly and said with a smile, "Thank you, Taylor, you did me a great favor."

Then "I" was dumbfounded.

It was only later that Katherine realized that she angered "I" just to seek death. She hoped that "I" would bite her, because a vampire would die if bitten by a werewolf.

"I" thought she was going to die, she thought so too, but she didn't, she said she didn't know the curse would be so strong, she told "me" to go, she was bleeding all over.She was lying there like an abandoned rag doll, and "I" suddenly couldn't bear it.So, "I" took her away. Of course "I" knew that she was not a good person, but how good was "I"?In the beginning, "I" took care of her, and later, it became her to take care of "me".

"I" thinks that even "my" sister can't treat "me" that well-if "I" really has a sister.

……

Stefan looked into Taylor's eyes and hypnotized him, "From now on, you will be my eyeliner. Tell me what Katherine said and did."

"Yes." Taylor looked into Stefan's eyes dull and passive.

"No no no," Stefan sighed, "You are her most important best friend, and I can't let you do anything to betray her. Taylor, you go, forget you met me, forget our conversation .”

■63■

Katherine is holding two paper bags containing some basic household items.

Her long black curly hair was randomly pulled back by her, revealing her slender and fair neck. She was wearing a wide bat sleeve T-shirt and jeans. Such a casual and plain dress, it seemed that her beauty was not Same in any sense.

Even though she deliberately concealed her beauty with a low profile, she was still so beautiful that Stefan was fascinated.

Stefan stared at her for a moment, and suddenly he couldn't help smiling, because he found that she used half a chopstick to pull her hair.

She was holding two paper bags, and walked a little out of breath. It seemed that she was still weak.

He knew that she was going to Taylor's house.One of them lives on the street and the other lives at the end of the street. In Taylor's words, it is "to take care of each other and keep some personal space."

Stefan has disguised himself, drives a dark blue Chevrolet that's seen everywhere, and no one will notice him, so he can look at her greedily.

But he wasn't the only man staring at her.

"Hey, You!" A handsome blond man reached out to stop her, he stared at her with a smirk, a little shy, but handed her a light yellow freesia, "... here you are, I planted it myself of."

Katherine looked at the man in front of her with complicated emotions. It was him again, Ethan, the blond version of Stefan who looked almost like Stefan.

Seeing her silence, Ethan became even more nervous, and he explained, "I'm sorry there's only one flower, because it's the only one that bloomed. This is a small packet of seeds, I just planted it on the balcony, I thought it wouldn't Blossoms—well, I'm not a sissy, though I like flowers and plants!"

"I'm sorry I don't know you, and I have no interest in interfering or evaluating other people's hobbies." Katherine hugged the paper bag tightly, walked around him, and moved on.

"My name is Ethan."

I know your name is Ethan, you've told me a million times.

His face reminded her of Stefan, they were all the same, a young, shy, harmless virgin who ended up taking her heart and trampling on it in the most brutal way.

She will never let herself fall to such a sad state again, she will never fall twice in one place.

At this moment, she couldn't tell the difference between Stefan and Ethan.

Katherine growled, "Are you deaf? I told you, I'm not interested in brats!"

■64■

"Why? Just because I am young, so my feelings are not feelings? Heart is not heart?" He took her arm and looked at her seriously, "Tell me, what age should love be divided into? ?”

She couldn't answer his sharp questions, and Romeo and Juliet were only thirteen or fourteen-year-old children.

"Besides, I'm not a kid," Ethan finally let go of her, and lied, "I'm ten... twenty-six."

"Whether you are eighteen or 26, I am not interested." Katherine stared at her coldly.