Chapter Fifty You Can Only Be Mine

  Until the blood-like crimson mark appeared on her lips, he slowly released her lips and gently stroked her bewitchingly cold and enchanting lips with his hand.

  They were extremely close, their noses almost touching, she saw his eyes, deep and bottomless black, as if containing a suffocating storm.

  She was not afraid, she knew that this was the real him, stripped of his disguise in school and the awkwardness he showed her, dark, powerful, cold-blooded, with a mere raise of his hand capable of destroying everything.

  His lips were pressed against her ear, and his hot breath carried a deadly danger.

  He said in an unquestionable tone: "What I want, I've never failed to get. Xiao Fengxue, remember, you can only be mine."

  She turned around and left immediately, her back still proud and straight.

  After his figure disappeared from her sight, her eyes, which had shone like stars, suddenly dimmed, as if the dark night had swallowed up the last ray of light at the edge of the sky.

  The slightly cold wind on the rooftop blew gently through her soft hair, kissing her absolutely beautiful face, beautifully sad, accompanied by the faint sorrow between her eyebrows and eyes, as if the half of the sky dyed red pulled her shadow to be covered in scars...

  Facing a man like Di Liang Xun, no one can help but be moved. She has a good impression of him.

  Even if she wasn't moved by him as a person, the warmth and sense of security he exuded were also things she loved.

  She did not deny this point.

  But...

  Having a good feeling and accepting are two different things.

  The wound from three years ago still aches vaguely until now.

  She is not ready to accept another relationship yet.

  She is weak and can't withstand a second betrayal!

  What's more...

  Disheveled hair strands covering her red lips curled up in a mocking arc, laughing so pale and weak.

  Just like she said, he can't give her what she wants.

  Life and death together, sounds simple, but is extremely difficult in practice.

  He bears too many people's dreams on his shoulders, which is why he stands at the pinnacle of the world as a king.

  And she is someone who could leave this world at any time...

  It will come to nothing.

  Looking up, watching the gradually falling dusk, a faintly discernible sourness surged in his chest.

  She knew that after today, their way of getting along would never be the same again.

  And their final outcome can only be drifting further and further apart.

  But Xiao Fengxue didn't know that one day in the future, he would really achieve being together with her through life and death.

  The corner near the staircase closest to the rooftop, where sunlight cannot reach.

  The man leaned against the wall, one hand in his pocket, his perfect profile submerged in darkness, only a faint outline visible.

  Such gloominess, desolation, loneliness and darkness.

  He had always known that she was a cold-blooded person, her defenses heavier than anyone else's, ever since he saw her eyes for the first time on the plane.

  Under the beautiful and clear surface lies a disdainful indifference towards all things.

  Just like he had touched her before, she was always smiling faintly, the smile never reaching her eyes, always on guard against everyone around her.

  He's a strong-willed person, yet he unconsciously sheds all his pretenses in front of her. Her every frown and smile tugs at his heartstrings. Although he knows that his behavior over this period has completely deviated from his true nature, he still can't help himself.

  Perhaps from the start, he had already lost in front of her.

  She said he couldn't afford what she wanted, and this sentence really stimulated him a bit.

  At the age of fifteen, he took over the dark and cruel power, and for many years, he held a high position with great power in his hands. With just a stamp of his foot, he could make the world tremble three times. His power was overwhelming, and his wealth was countless. In terms of appearance, he thought he was not inferior to others, but his woman said that he couldn't give her what she wanted?

  He can't learn to be as clingy and playful as ordinary boys, nor does he know how to make her accept him, but at the same time, he doesn't understand what it means to give up.

  They both need to calm down.

  The music society, an ivory-white Western-style building with a door inlaid with hollow lily flower vines, and a refreshing beautiful garden as soon as the door is opened.

  On the lawn was a white triangular steel piano, and the boy's slender fingers gently stroked the black and white keys. The sunset dyed his pure white skin golden red, and the gentle breeze fluttered through his golden hair. The melancholy between his eyebrows was like the cold strings under the keys.

  The elegant and refined girl walked slowly to the piano, her expensive school uniform skirt swaying, she opened her mouth, her voice was like a refreshing raindrop on a summer day, "Jin."

  "Huh? Xue Er? How did you get here?" He turned his head to see the girl, smiled, and his melancholy instantly buried. He playfully stared at her obviously bitten lips, "Xun? Why didn't he come with you?"

  She didn't answer his question, her slender fingers pointed at the white piano, her fingers were whiter than the piano body. "Play that song for me, okay?"

  "Uh, but... it's just a tune, the lyrics aren't written yet."

  He told his first lie to Xiao Feng Xue, this song was written for his little angel, even though the Snow three years ago had a temperament and personality that was very similar to the person in his memory, but after all... she wasn't her.

  Although he couldn't let Xiao Fengxue be the first person to hear this song, he didn't mind letting her be the first person to hear this melody.

  "It doesn't matter." Xiao Fengxue narrowed her eyes and smiled, the sunset shining brightly in her dark eyes.

  Su Jin saw the hidden meaning in his eyes, she wasn't blind to it, he had lied to her. With her sensitive nature, how could she not know? But what did that matter? Everyone was entitled to their own secrets, weren't they?

  Soon, the prince sitting beside the piano, his ten fingers flying, lightly touched a key and an aerial note rose.

  The lively and nimble melody brings comfort to the body and mind, gradually transforming into a poignant sorrow, as if narrating a heart-wrenching memory.

  From sweet happiness to sorrowful farewell.

  The jumping notes burst into her ears, Xiao Feng Xue closed her eyes, and almost saw Su Jin's world in the music.

  A white, somewhat dirty little foreign-style skirt, a humble orphanage, the girl who looked like a little angel, with the purest soul, clear and innocent eyes, and a boy who guarded the angel...

  Unbeknownst to me, the last rays of the setting sun had vanished, darkness crept in, and the music club's mournful melody also gradually came to an end.

  Perhaps youth is about giving you inexplicable pain and wounds, yet allowing you to be carefree and radiant like cherry blossoms.

  The emergence of bad women's dividing line

  Italy, a certain golden and majestic building, the top floor room, uniform gold decoration, under the expensive crystal chandelier flashing out luxurious and precious.

  A woman with golden wavy hair, wearing a deep purple V-neck evening gown, exuding nobility and charm, with two snow-white mounds on her chest that seem to be calling out, inviting wild imagination.

  "Mr. Feick, are you sure this number can reach someone from that organization?"

  The woman's mouth, painted with bright red lipstick, opened slightly, her high-heeled cup shaking, the wine in the cup was as mysterious and red as her lips.

  On the table was a stack of photos and a piece of paper with a string of Arabic numerals written on it.