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Before I could ask, he continued to say to me, "You know, Miracle Flying Pig has different exams every year, so last year's exam I was still a little behind. But because of our performance in the prophet incident, Ma Li asked The union recommended me, and I just got a letter from the union saying they're going to hire me out of the box."

"It's good, it's always something you look forward to." I'm glad he shared the news with me.

"Well, so I'm here to say goodbye to you, and I'm leaving for Lucian tomorrow."

I was very happy for him, but at the same time I was very disappointed. All the good friends around me were leaving me one by one, which made me start to panic. "If you leave, what about Portia? You are the captain of the militia, so... Where is Nora, will she go with you?"

"The militia has Remington and the third sister, and the third sister is very strong, even I have a hard time trying to win her. With them, I am very relieved. As for Nora, I have always put her Be a sister."

"Sister?" I couldn't help asking.

Ever since Geist and I got married, my guilt towards Arlo and Nora has never stopped, and it has become more and more overwhelming with time. "You clearly said that you liked telling her stories about your usual adventures."

"Xiao Jiu," he looked at me seriously, a look I had never seen before, "You also said that I am not suitable for her."

"You are such a bastard!" I finally couldn't help it, and yelled, and the unbearable tears finally couldn't stop falling.

I was mad at him, and at myself.

I am angry that he is always indifferent, indifferent and unrestrained.

I am even more angry with myself for hesitating and cowardly.

"Xiao Jiu," he supported me, "You are married to Geist, and I don't want to disturb you. But if Geist treats you badly, I will never let him go."

I know that the way I am now will embarrass Arlo, I want to stop being sad, stop crying, I want to ask him what is the use of saying this now?But as soon as I opened my mouth, tears kept streaming down my face.It seems that all my strength and fearlessness can only be unloaded one by one in front of him.

He has been supporting me, not knowing how to comfort me, he can only watch me cry miserably in front of him.

But this is enough, I can't bear it for a long time, after all, I don't want to suppress it anymore.

When my mother left, I couldn't cry, because my father would leave me and leave whether I cried or not.

When my father left, I couldn't cry, because if I cried, it meant that I had begun to regret that I didn't treat him well when he stayed in Portia.

When Geist is not around, I can't cry, because he can't see it, and I won't let him see it.

But just at this moment, I turned my head and saw Geist's indifferent face not far away.

He glanced over and landed on Arlo and me. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but I could also imagine what he was thinking.

On the side was Albert who ran over with him. When he saw Arlo and me, he raised his forehead, "Oh, my God!"

Finally, Arlo also saw Geist, and he held my arms tighter, but he finally let go, rushed over and punched Geist directly in the face.

"Arlo!" I thought it was too late to stop him.

Facing the punch, Geist had no strength to resist, and took a few steps back.But he was not to be outdone, and punched Arlo with a backhand, and then the two fought directly as if they had disliked him for a long time.

Albert on the side was stunned. He didn't expect Geist to fight Arlo, "I wanted to say that everyone is here, maybe we can sit down and talk..."

"Arlo, stop!" I stepped forward and held Arlo back. He is strong and runs around the town dozens of times a day, and a little injury is nothing to him.

But Geist is different. He grew up in a wealthy family, never suffered hardships, and was never injured. I hope his hand is always holding a pen instead of turning into an angry fist.

Albert came back to his senses, finally reacted, and pulled up Geist who had fallen to the ground.

I saw Geist's injured face, leaving a streak of blue, he didn't look at me anymore, just flicked the dust off his body lightly, the dirt stained on the original white sleeves hurt my eyes so much.

Then he turned and left.

The figure of his leaving back is so firm and decisive.

Why don't you say a word?

How I wish he could just come over and ask me why, how did I do this, or even say a few angry words to me.

But he didn't say anything.