It Was You

In the Yan Garden.

In the hall.

Martin helped Cassandra sit down on the sofa and heaved a sigh of relief after making sure that he didn't touch her wound. Martin, who had always been calm and composed in the business world, looked cautious now.

"I'm sorry." Martin sat down with a cold expression on his face.

There was an invisible wave in Cassandra's chest, and her throat moved slightly. She smiled, "It's just a small wound. It's okay. Martin, don't worry."

Martin clenched his fists so tightly that his fingers turned pale. He slowly raised his eyes, which reflected different lights. After a long time, he said word by word, "It's my fault. Do you know that when I heard that you were injured, I wished... How I wish I could kill them all! "

Over the years, he had come to this day stepping on blood and bones. Even his bones were soaked in blood. He was born unparalleled, with strong power. His clansmen were afraid of him and hated him, and no one in the world could stop him.

He had always been decisive, but in front of her, he always restrained himself and wanted to become a normal person with emotions and desires.

Looking at his ferocious face, Cassandra found his eyes were as dark as ink, as if there were two inexhaustible karma fires that would burn her to ashes the next second.

The air in the big room seemed to be frozen into ice in an instant.

But strangely, Cassandra was not afraid at all. In her previous life, she had tried her best to escape, but in this life, she wanted to get closer to him, and even if she was infused into his bones and blood, she was willing to do so.

At that moment, she suddenly understood why such a tiny moth, even though it would be devoured by the flames, still had no regrets.

and said in an extremely calm voice, "Martin, I've always wanted to ask you, have you lived a hard

the past, she would tear it and squeeze out the purulent blood from it, so that the scar could

wrong, but at this point, she had no room for retreat. No matter what the consequences would

froze, and the last trace of blood on his face faded away. He stared at Cassandra with burning

After a long time, he raised his hand feebly,

was always

out, held the man's hand and pulled

away by her, his pupils contracted and his pale face was full of disbelief. He thought that she would find a way to escape when she knew his unbearable past, but he thought thousands of times and did not expect that this person would

know how many

out of the mud step by step, he didn't have any so-called natural conscience. He

loved him, and no one really cared him. All he had in his life was conspiracy and tricks. He was destined

imprison her by his side. He was willing to do anything

that Cassandra would love him

that a filthy man like him didn't deserve her at

Cassandra chuckled, "Yes."

Boom! Boom——

exploding on the ground, hitting Martin's head hard. His face suddenly froze, and he stared at Cassandra

felt that he had

hoarse voice broke the silence. He almost used up all his strength and said

your hands are covered with blood, I like you. Even if I will die in

his face. His chest heaved violently, and the beautiful face of