Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 97 Like. What is Like (Anniversary Chapter 1)

Lucky ran for a while with Helena in his arms, but he still couldn't shake off the pack of wolves chasing after him.

Helena was taciturn along the way, just holding the blind stick tightly, as if the blind stick could give her a sense of security.

The lucky guy also obviously started to lose his strength.

His face became very pale, his lips turned white, and his breathing became short of breath. Beads of sweat kept rolling down his face. This was a time when people would be physically exhausted.

What's more, he was still holding Helena.

Although Helena is not very heavy, running with someone for a long time is something ordinary people cannot do.

"I'm a mortal after all,"

He seemed powerless.

Helena also felt the strangeness of the lucky one.She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

But as if thinking of something, he immediately shut his mouth.

But her pretty brows were slightly frowned.

The lucky one really wants time to freeze forever and become eternity at this moment.

It's okay to just hold her like this.

"Helena, speak up, I'm a little scared...I...want to hear your voice."

There was a bit of request in his tone, and his eyes were full of silence.

Faint as a stray cat drenched in the rain.

A crush is always humble.

Just like before dawn, the light unintentionally shines on the dust, the light does not pay attention to the dust, but the dust deeply remembers the existence that gave it light.

Tiny and vulnerable.

He thought, he must have humbled himself into the dust.

When Helena heard this, inexplicable panic welled up in her heart. She really didn't know what to say when Lucky's words were so full of disappointment and bewilderment.

"I'm sorry."

"No, no, I, I... I don't want to hear this sentence, I obviously don't want to hear it"

Lucky suddenly yelled this sentence hysterically, and Helena couldn't help being frightened. Helena looked at Lucky in confusion like a child who did something wrong.

There are tears in his eyes, this is the first time he has cried, he has never cried once under the violent pursuit of the supervisor, even when he was on the gallows and faced the kiss of the death scythe .

But why. Why. Tears are about to come up now?
It's really sad, my heart is like a torn piece of paper.

It hurts, it hurts.

"What. What's wrong?"

Helena tentatively asked that she couldn't see the tears in Lucky's eyes, and she didn't quite understand why Lucky became like this.

Lucky was silent, letting tears flow down his face, but his gray-blue eyes were as calm as stagnant water, and his face was so pale that there was no emotion.

"Helena, you know. What is liking?"

Lucky suddenly asked a question that didn't match up with the previous one, which made Helena feel confused.

But Helena still answered him seriously.

"Do you like it? I heard Teacher Sullivan say that liking is the frenzy when you see that person, the heartbeat when you see everything about that person, and the heartbeat when you are with that person." Shooting, it’s even more sweet when I inadvertently think of that person.”

Helena was very serious when she spoke, and the corners of her mouth raised a beautiful arc.

"Or, to take another look, or want to own it."

Lucky nodded, as if he had made up his mind.

"Then do you feel that way?"

Helena froze for a moment, then shook her head slightly.

The philanthropist is the most ruthless.

She has a nice smile, but her smile is not for me.

Lucky rolled his eyes.

I understand.

All the joy in this world.

None for me.

And the people I like just pity and sympathize with me.

I clearly, then, worked so hard to get closer.

I know my humbleness, timidity and cowardice.

Why, why is it still not working.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the forest.

The pack of wolves behind them began to speed up.

The scythe of death is about to kiss the throat of its prey.

The sound of the wind completely swallowed the boy's weak sobs.

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Well known.

The lucky one is just one of many beings involved in the game.

He has no special profile, he is ordinary, he may be like some of us in this room.

Timid and cowardly.

I also have to admit that if I participated in this game, I might be the lucky one.

"I am mortal after all."

With this emotion, I really feel that I am very small.

Every time I write about them, I feel like I'm looking into myself.

Every time I write a special episode, I feel like tearing open the wound, I feel like I have my shadow in them, and every time I follow their emotions, my mood will also fluctuate.

I don't want to see someone say something like licking a dog in the comment area.

There is nothing wrong with liking.

I hope everyone can be treated with tenderness by the world.

Especially you who see here.

　I hope you can embrace with tenderness.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)