It Was You

Standing in front of the bed, Martin's deep eyes were dark, and his heart, which was just the size of a palm, was beating wildly in his chest. He just looked at Cassandra quietly, as if he had lived for thousands of years in such a short time.

'What is forever?

What is real?'

All of a sudden, Martin didn't know whether it was true or not, but if all this was just his fantasy, he, a proud and lonely man, wanted to ignore everything and immerse himself in this fantasy for the rest of his life.

He hoped that for the rest of his life, he could see the person he loved dearly and care about her.

Martin reached out his hand and grasped her cold fingers. He pressed her fingers tightly against his chest. When her fingers suddenly touched Martin's fast beating heart, her pupils shrank slightly and she almost blurted out, "Martin!"

Martin seemed to have come to his senses. His eyes were bloodshot and he stared at her with his dark eyes unblinkingly.

She had seen his eyes like this thousands of times. In the past, she only felt fear and resistance, but now, she felt particularly hot, as if she was wrapped in a burning flame, which could easily burn her to ashes.

If love was a strange circle that could not be walked out, she was willing to draw a circle as a prison now.

"Cassandra, do you know how scared I was?" His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his throat seemed to be blocked by lumps of cotton, making him unable to speak fluently.

Cassandra looked up, as if she had passed through her previous life and this life, through the life and death barrier. She looked at Martin quietly, smiled, and said, "Don't be afraid, sweetheart, I will never leave you again. I will never let you go even if you drive me away."

Although those memories were still intermittent and out of order, she still had a lot of doubts. What kind of entanglement was in those memories that had been deliberately forgotten was no longer important now.

suppressed for so many years seemed to be unbearable at once. He gritted his teeth tightly until a blood smell came from his mouth, and it was not until Cassandra half got up from the bed and was extremely weak. Holding his face with the hand inserted

eyebrows, he held Cassandra's hand and helped

can you take care of yourself first? What's wrong with you? How can you hurt yourself like

obvious that she said something harsh, but in his ears, it was the gentlest worry in the

must be

be flickering with two clusters of flames. He said, "No, it doesn't hurt. I'm used

hurt. I'm used to

heart so hard that she almost

huge room fell into

at Martin helplessly and said in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you a fool? Martin, I won't let

in person to go

his head and remained

to bear now. He trampled

they were destined to

as

his defenses and his deep hostility. The coldness in his deep eyes faded away gradually. He just

"Cassandra, I love you."

white light lit up the darkest part of his heart, which seemed to have a purulent tumor. Now, a wound was finally poked open, and it was not possible to heal until the

destined to have a bad ending, and he never cared

him on