With You For the Rest of My Life

"What do you mean?" Asked Burke.

"Nothing. I am just, "said Xavier, wiping the sweat on his face." I am just afraid that you will be partial to that Amanda. "

The look on Burke's face turned cold.

"Look, every time we talk about Amanda, we are in a bad mood." Xavier said with a bitter smile. "What's so good about her that makes you defend her like this. Do you really love her so much? "

"It's none of your business."

After Burke finished his words, he no longer spoke. Xavier snorted slightly, turned his head and drank silently.

A few minutes later, when Xavier thought that he could not get the answer of Burke, he finally heard him speak.

"Xavier, I don't Love Amy."

He was sure about the short message. After hearing that, Xavier turned to look at him in a daze.

"Everyone thinks that I love her, even you and Rose, but I know clearly that I don't love her at all." He looked straight ahead with an indifferent expression as if he was talking about something ordinary.

He might have tried to love her, but he couldn't.

He had always been clear headed and could not deceive himself.

"Then why do you protect her, provide her with food, shelter and pay off her mother's debt? "Xavier said the doubts in his heart, observing him with his eyes.

Burke took out a pack of cigarettes from the car drawer, his left hand groping in the drawer. After a while, he lifted his head and said to Xavier, "Help me lit up the cigarette?"

Xavier took out the lighter from his trouser pocket. The flame rose from the metal case with a click. In a slightly dark car, Burke was holding a cigarette between his fingers. He turned his head and saw the flame roll up the end of the cigarette. His face was cold.

He sat back on the seat and took a deep breath. The smoke rose before him and filled his eyes.

"Amy, she saved me before."

looked at him doubtfully.

since I was a child. At that time, I just recovered from a serious illness, and my body

time you went to Qinshan Town?" Asked Xavier. There was such a period in his

to feel bored. I remember that when I was recuperating, the servant sent by my father do not allow me to go out. I was only allowed to take a walk in the small garden in the yard and bask in the sun. At that time, I really thought that I was a sick one. Sometimes, when I looked into the mirror and saw the person with pale face,

little, he continued, "At that time, I felt the world was dark and really

wall in the

was broken slightly because it had been repaired for a long time. It did not have soundproofing

side of the wall was another house. It was said to be a local's house.

was at half past two in the afternoon when the sun was at its warmest

piano was so beautiful, and it was the only comfort to him in his distressed world at

backyard. He lied there under the blanket and was in no hurry to

the person who played the violin knew he was

of the wall

he fell ill and stayed in the hospital for four

the afternoon of the day he was discharged from the hospital. He insisted on running into the yard, regardless

was still playing. He was relieved.

day, I finally knew the person who played the

cigarette between his fingers was about to go out. He pressed the cigarette butt in his hand and spread it out. The palm of his

he had returned to the autumn afternoon twelve years ago. The sound of the violin was melodious, and under the tall sycamore tree, his legs were covered by a blanket. As a gust of wind blew, the shadow of the tree swayed, and a leaf fell on his eyes and a

and a soft female voice sounded behind

there?" She

close and became close

had never seen her before, but he knew her name was

the only light

His health gradually recovered and fled away when the servant wasn't

was a pool outside the house.

go to the pool to play when she was

and found the pool according to her description.