Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 616

Chapter 616

Harold said, “I thought you wouldn’t ask ”

Crystal paused and said, “I’m afraid you won’t answer me.”

Harold bent down slightly, put her forehead against hers, and said, “Crystal, as long as you ask me, I will tell you”

“It was an old story from many years ago.” Harold frowned slightly. “At that time, I stayed in the army. Valeri was our captain. One day, he accepted a very strange task. The specific content couldn’t be mentioned, but the final result was that he died, and we also left the army. After many years of silence, I came into contact with the group of people from that year All the clues pointed to the trench in Sunshine Village.” Crystal’s eyelashes trembled. “Trench?”

At that time, Crystal was still there. Harold was afraid that the other party would do something out of desperation, so he didn’t immediately investigate. However, he didn’t expect that the other party was. particularly cruel and merciless. He burned down the whole Sunshine Village so decisively.

“Crystal,” Harold said. “Don’t think too much. I’ve always been by your side.”

Crystal pursed her lips and whispered, “But I had a dream last night. I dreamed that you didn’t want me anymore. No matter how I cried or begged you, it was useless. You still left.”

“You also said that it was a dream.”

Crystal leaned into his arms, stretched out her little finger, and said in a muffled voice, “Let’s make a pinky promise then.”

Harold couldn’t help laughing, but he still made a promise to her and said, “I’ll never abandon against my oath…” He paused for a moment and said, “I’ll die a terrible death.”

you.

If I go

As the heavy rain fell, the water in the lotus rain continued to surge out. With a “bang”, the woman smashed the cup in her hand to the ground.

No one made a sound in the large room.

* Burned.” The woman laughed. “Just this one word?”

The man touched his scarred back subconsciously and said lightly, “I’m used to it.”

The girl looked at the tattoo that was revealed from his collar and attached to his skin.

She knew that there was an entire tattoo on his back, just like his name. He tattooed flowers and new buds on his back. The seductive poppy filled his cold and white back, covering layers of whip marks.

“Don’t do it this time.” The girl said, “It’s not necessary to feel pain again.”

She was talking about tattoo.

Every time he was whipped, the scars would cover the flowers, and he would go for a tattoo again. He was

persistent and sick, trying to raise that fatal poppy.