It Was You

"Martin, can't you understand? I miss you so much. You don't know how much I want to fly to you now. " Cassandra held the phone tightly and said without hesitation.

On the other side of the phone, Martin's back suddenly became stiff, and a touch of astonishment appeared in his dark eyes. The haze and cruelty on his face instantly froze and broke inch by inch.

Martin stand in in-situ, as if his feet were rooted to the ground, and his chest was heaving violently. A moment later, he found his lost voice, and there seemed to be an invisible black abyss in his black eyes. He said word by word, "I miss you too. Be good, wait for me to come back."

Cassandra's face was full of grievance. At that moment, she suddenly wanted to make a big mistake, waiting for Martin to come back in a hurry to clean up the mess for her, and then took her home helplessly, unwilling to scold her.

No matter how many dangers and hardships outside, as long as this man was still standing behind her, she would feel at ease.

He was a crack in the dark world. Through the dust laden resentment, he sprinkled a small white light, bringing her away from the darkness and back to light.

Cassandra rubbed between her eyebrows and pretended to be relaxed, "Okay, I know. I won't make trouble for you all the time. It's getting late. Go to bed. Have you taken the medicine on time? Don't flirt with girls, okay? "

She couldn't help repeating what she had just told him.

With a slight smile on his face, Martin said, "Yes, I have taken the medicine. No, I won't flirt with girls. Go to bed early."

Cassandra quickly exhorted him before hanging up the phone. As soon as the phone was hung up, the whole room returned to dead silence. She leaned against the head of the bed and gently played with the phone with her slender fingers.

"Ding..."

rang again, and it was a Wechat message from Martin. Cassandra couldn't wait to open it. On the screen, there was a photo lying quietly, with a vast night sky as the background, and the stars

of the motherland, famous mountains and great rivers, are not as good as your glimpse and your smile,

seriously. The few words were like a trigger of thunder and fire, resounding through the heaven

smiled. Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, which were so beautiful, but

him a Wechat message with her fingers moving

who will suffer from the wind and snow, the routine, the poverty, the glory

in front of the French window, holding the phone tightly with his slender fingers. It was obvious

death parting. But

they first met, they were like

"Cassandra..."

the darkness, it flickered with small flames, not burning, but

the door was opened from the outside and Carlos came in with a serious

his angular face was covered with a deep and bottomless cold mist, which automatically isolated people from

he said, "Master, we have contacted the local investigation bureau of Dragon City, and they are very tough. They firmly believe that our people are smuggling. I haven't seen the director of the investigation bureau yet. I'm worried... I'm afraid it's just a trap. But why did that

said that some gangs were also under the management of the investigation bureau, but no one dared to make

of the control of the government. Since the investigation bureau was here, no one dared to stand out if

care about the covert struggles in Dragon City at all. Either he was under control, or he had

very cold voice, "Keep tracing. Besides, send someone to spread