The Blood Hourglass

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"Really? That's because he doesn't want you to follow Wuwei's sadness." I shook my head and said.

"Xiaohui, what do you think?" I asked when Xiaohui didn't say anything. I think women are always more attentive, so maybe she will notice some details that they will not pay attention to.

"I don't know, and I haven't seen our young master sad or painful. Although he always seems to be so cheerful, as if he has nothing to worry about. However, I don't know why he always feels that his heart is not like his appearance. "It seems that I did not misunderstand Xiaohui. Although she is very old, she has not completely forgotten the seventh sense of real women.

"You are right. As long as it is a vampire, no one will be painless. There are many reasons, but for different objects, the severity is different." I said peacefully.

"If you are really a blood clan, then what is the most painful cause for you?" Xiao Yang suddenly opened the topic.

"Now, it means staying in the same house with you and talking to you." I replied unceremoniously.

"Steward Old Chen, can we go now?" Seeing that he didn't answer right away, I hurriedly turned around and asked, I don't want to keep talking endlessly.

"Yes, yes, but you have to take down your clothes first!" Old Chen said embarrassedly.

"No, those are of no use to me, I never wear them before, and now what use are these for?" I replied. Those things were left by my mother before. She said they were worn when I grew up, but she didn’t give me a chance to wear them to her. Since then, I have never touched them again because I am afraid if I wear them. If you go to them, will it remind me of the piercing pain.

"But you can't just go out in pajamas!" Xiaohui said suddenly.

"Yes, then please wait a moment, I'll change my clothes and come down." I thought about it and said.

"Yes." Old Chen replied very honestly.

"I'll go too, help you pack a few clothes and wear them when you go home." Seeing me walking upstairs, Xiaohui hurriedly said and followed.

I ignored her, just walked into the room on my own. Pushing open the door, Sinmo still fell asleep soundly, with no tendency to wake up at all. I walked to the closet, took the only set of clothes that seemed normal from it, and walked into the dressing room, but Xiaohui did not follow up. I think she was not here to pack my clothes!

"Miss Jinger, is there anything I want to clean up?" Xiaohui asked loudly in the room, as if she was not worried about waking up their young master.

"Just the school uniform and the cloaks are fine." I replied from inside.

"Okay." I really don't know why she even said these two words so loudly, as if she was afraid that my ears would not be bright.

"Granny Xiaohui, you don't have to speak so loudly, I can hear you. You don't want to wake Sinmo, do you?" In fact, since the moment she followed upstairs, I had guessed what she wanted to do, but Does she think that as long as Sinmo wakes up, he can stop me from leaving?

"How can I be!" Xiaohui's tone was obviously lacking in loyalty.

"Nothing is fine, don't you say that he is tired! In that case, don't disturb him, let him rest." I continued.

"It's Egypt and I think so too." She agreed.

"It's fine." I continued to change my clothes. But when I got dressed and walked out of the locker room, I was surprised to find that Sinmo was already awake, just standing at the door of the locker room with a serious face, looking straight at me.

"Jing'er, where do you want to go?" he asked.

"Go home." I replied.

"This is your home now." He said seriously.

"Who said that? It shouldn't be just you, did you?" I asked coldly.

"Your adoptive father Lin Youcheng said it." He said calmly.

"My dad..." I didn't know how to answer for a while. That night, Dad did let Sinmo take care of me before he died, but that was just Dad’s idea! Besides, Dad is dead, even if Sinmo promised anything, he can care about nothing.

"Do you want your father to be underground, don't you worry?" He said loudly and strictly.

"But these are none of your business." I replied.

"It's none of my business, who's business, that night I promised him to take good care of you, don't you want me to not keep my promise?" This is the first time Sinmo has spoken to me so harshly. His original impressions are a little blurred.

"Did I not make it clear enough that night? No one who has a relationship with me will end up well, don't you understand." I couldn't calm down, and asked loudly.

"It's not your fault, it's just because they are too weak that they will leave you. If it were me, there would be nothing wrong, and I could stay with you and take care of you forever. Then you would never I feel lonely again." Sinmo said confidently. It seems that he really understands my heart, and now it makes me feel that his dark talent may be psychological.

"Oh, it seems that you won't understand. This is not a question of weakness or weakness, this is fate. To be precise, this is a tragic fate." I exclaimed.

"This is not your life. You have to believe me, I can't be killed by those little vampires." He said again.

"I've said it, it's not a question of weak or strong. If you say it is strong, would you have my biological parents strong?" I finally said it. My biological parents died in the hands of vampires.

"What? Could it be that your biological parents were also killed by vampires?" Sinmo was really surprised, because he was shaking a little when he spoke.

"Forget it!" I don't want to say more, because that is the past that I can't face and want to escape the most, but why is it always mentioned so unfounded and helpless? Could it be that this is also part of my destiny?

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