Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

"If you were the first woman I met that I was attracted to, our lives would probably be completely different."

"Do you really think so?"

"I am sure."

It was also a summer. Before he met Romani, if someone had told him about love at first sight, he would have sneered. But now, he believed it, believed in that moment of heartbeat, that moment of trance.

But as fate would have it, the same thing happened again and he didn't know how to make a decision. This was the first time that the word indecisive appeared in his description.

"Maybe not? Maybe we'll end up hating each other?"

"—like we hate each other now?"

Mary put down the still warm cup in her hand, held his face with both hands, and said face to face: "You know, Alvin, this is just the kind of feeling of sudden attraction at a celebrity banquet, and as a human resources protection organization, you should not stop here. Oh, the name of your organization is really long."

"You even left out the word Chaldeas. Are you hinting at someone who is not good enough?"

Alvin's slightly humorous interruption did not disturb Mary's train of thought, and she continued to speak.

“When you are young, you believe that you will know a lot of people, but later you will find that there are actually very few people you can communicate with, not to mention that you cannot guarantee that you will get along well with them, and you will eventually lose contact.”

Let the past be the past, that's how things are.

"Everything in this world is predetermined. The world may not be as changeable as we think. Given certain conditions, the same result will always occur."

"I am very grateful for all the efforts you have made for me, for Margaret, for Charlotte, and for many others, but 1+1 can only equal 2."

She saw all that was done and all the efforts made.

Nothing happens without a reason. During the time when Alvin was away, she specifically asked Fujimaru Ritsuka and others about herself, about Paris, and about the endings of many people in France.

Therefore, yesterday's request was not only selfish, but also meant to dissuade him from changing the outcomes that were already established facts.

"...I know, I know that most things are destined to happen, but, but there are only a few things that I feel are wrong."

Alvin, who was stared at face to face by Mary, began to look away. He looked up at the sky, and saw a huge ring hanging on the horizon that only he could see.

Sometimes it's better for those two guys to die.

"One person is not everything in your life. In the end, this is just a manifestation of responsibility. Please take your responsibility. This is the most important thing. I don't want you to do something that changes the entire history of mankind for us, okay?"

In a trance, he returned to the self who was with the dean and everyone else. There was no train accident and no broken traffic lights.

"Alvin?"

He came back to his senses and saw Mary's worried expression. Her body seemed to pause, and then her eyes fell on her face and the emotions in her eyes, which contained a hint of concern.

"I'm fine, Mary."

"Then answer my previous question."

"I...promise you, Mary."

Mary didn't answer, and shrank even closer to him. Alvin tightened his arms around her and realized that she was crying, without making any sound. Only when he held her tightly could he feel that her whole body was trembling slightly.

"So, let me hold you for a little while longer..."

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PS1: I will come back from lunch to finish the last chapter. It is also possible to revise the content of two chapters into three chapters.

PS2: After a wave of krypton gold, I found that I haven't bought FPX's skin yet... GG

PS3: I have an exam on June 6.2nd, and I need to collect Ma Yuan's notes on June 6.5th. It's broken.

Final Chapter: Love at Sunset (Part 2) [End of this Volume]

The boat slowed down as it approached the dock, and when it stopped, he took Mary's hand and got off the boat.

"Bonsoir. (Good evening)"

"Bonsoir. (Good evening)"

Nothing happens without a reason. After handing a franc to the boatman, Alvin left the dock quickly.

"But I didn't expect that it's already five o'clock after just a boat ride." Alvin looked at his watch and frowned.

"Where do we go next?"

"Want to go home?"

"Ah."

He took her hand again, but this time he held it very tightly, unwilling to let go, and walked along the river bank towards the west of the city.

Quai Henri IV is a great place to drink while watching the sunset. Many young people sit on the ground in groups of three or five, holding beer and chatting with friends. It is said that Parisians have no time to go on vacation, so they fantasize about building a beach by the Seine and sunbathe when they have time.

Oh, Parisians really know how to enjoy themselves.

"I still feel a little regretful that I couldn't go to Marseille with you." She looked at the scenery on the river bank, feeling a little bored.

"We have never been to the flower fields of Provence, the sunshine of Marseille, the delicious food of Lyon..."

"I'm beginning to regret why I chose to test you during that time."

"But if it weren't for those days, would our current relationship be like this?"

Alvin held Mary's hand and walked towards the riverbank. The evening breeze blew gently, and the ribbon on the white hat fluttered. He looked very excited.

Mary took off her shoes and stood by the gurgling river. The water almost rolled over her feet, with a cool and penetrating touch. The sand on the artificial beach was very smooth, almost the same as her memory in Marseille. She sat down on the top of the stone by the river, just like she had long ago, hanging her feet above the water, gently patting the water.

"Click——"

A voice was heard, and Mary looked in the direction of the voice. Alvin was holding a camera and taking a picture of himself.

"Want to take a look?"

She nodded, feeling somewhat expectant.

In the camera, she was wearing something very inconspicuous today, a long skirt that she found from somewhere, her hair was always kept neat and fluffy, and her curly bangs always hung moderately on her forehead. One hand slightly pressed down her hat to prevent it from being blown away by the sudden wind.

"You look beautiful today."

“Can we take a picture together?” she said.

This caught Alvin off guard.

"But......"

"Just one."

At least in the future, it would be nice to be able to accompany you in this way.

"it is good......"

Alvin subconsciously agreed to the request. There was no other way. He would never refuse anyone's request.

——Because he simply can’t.

He sat on the rock, and while adjusting the camera, Mary leaned on his shoulder. Although she was puzzled as to why his right hand was so cold, to her it was just a small episode.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready."

He raised his camera and pointed it at the two people sitting on the stone. At this moment, he especially missed the thing called selfie stick.

"one two three--"

At the moment when the camera was about to freeze, Mary moved. He turned his face slightly, and her cold lips brushed across his cheek.

Rather than a kiss, it was more like a breeze blowing across the flowers, but it was recorded artificially.

Lilke said that Paris is an incomparable city.

Yes, Paris has always attracted people from all over the world. Some people live a glorious life because of Paris, while others become depressed because of Paris. The Champs-Elysees is shining under the clear sky. Parisians like to read a book, drink a cup of black coffee, and talk about a fresh story in such sunshine.

"Margaret?"

"She's out,"

Alvin walked to the table and picked up the note, which clearly stated her schedule for the day.

"She went out with Li Xiang and the others. She said she was asked by them to be their tour guide."

He handed the note to Mary and went to the kitchen to prepare his last dinner.

"This child, ah..." She looked at the beautiful handwriting on the note, not knowing what to do.

Mary put down the note and walked to the window. The scenery in the courtyard remained the same.

Today is the last day. It is 6 o'clock now. In one hour, they will never see each other again.

Regret?

No, not at all.

When you are young, you think you can communicate with many people, but later you find that such things will only happen a few times in your life.

Memories are a beautiful thing if you don't have to dwell on the past.

——But she couldn't do it.

Some things are better to be forgotten than to suffer from them for a lifetime.

——And she couldn't do this either.

Alvin, who was preparing dinner in the kitchen, suddenly felt Rong hugging him from behind. After a brief pause, he continued with his work.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, I just want to hold you like this."

She put her head on his back and hugged him from behind with her hands. Alvin was just making dinner, and time went very slowly at this moment.

The dinner process was not complicated. It was exactly what they ordered when they first met. The only thing that changed was the venue and the distance between their hearts.

After dinner, they walked hand in hand, wandering on the familiar streets until the clock struck 7 o'clock.

At that moment, they were silent.

Light gradually emanated from Alvin's body, and the returning power was pulling him.

"I'm leaving."

"Turn around, Alvin."

He turned around in response. Mary loosened her hands, held his head with both hands, tiptoed gently, and kissed his forehead. Her gentle voice sounded in his ears.

"Adieu, mon amour. [Farewell, my beloved.]"

At that moment, the dream ended.

In the morning, the sky outside the window was very blue, with the fragile sunlight unique to the early morning. Mary woke up from her dream, supporting herself with one hand and holding her dizzy head with the other.

"What...it was just a dream..."

Despite what she said, tears still flowed from her eyes.

In a sense, all her romance was exhausted in that one day, and she would never be able to have that feeling again.

She had let out all those feelings that day, and he had taken them all away from her.

From now on, love no longer belongs to me.

Four years have passed, how are you?

I really, miss you.

That day was June 1793, 6.

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PS1: On May 1793, 5, the Jacobins, relying on the power of the people, passed a resolution to expel all Girondist deputies and hunt down political enemies throughout the city.

Marie (Madame Roland) was arrested late at night on this day.

PS2: Before the Clairvoyance, the highlight of today should be the draw of Black Zhen.

My lord, times have changed.

PS3: Is there anyone? Please vote for the monthly ticket at the beginning of the month. Of course, you can follow the blades and recommendations from the beginning (think of Peach)