Chapter 102 The Third Movement: March (VII)

The sunlight struggled to break through the layers of thick clouds and fog, and finally a few remaining strands were left, splashing obliquely on the window.

Her head was pressed against the glass, her eyes were lowered, and the dying light fell on her face, making slender shadows.

"Rottweiler?"

The soft voice behind her made her faintly awaken from the memories of the past.

"Is it time?" she asked softly, her voice hoarse.

"There are still four hours..." Melissa put the cup of hot water into Rowena's hand, "Drink some water first, and rest for a while..."

"Well..." Rowena took a shallow sip, and the water at a suitable temperature flowed along her esophagus, moistening her oily and dry body bit by bit.

"Why does the company..."

"This is not a problem we should be concerned about..." Rowena shook her head, interrupting Melissa's unfinished words, "It is enough for us to bury Bit and Boros..."

"Rowena..." Melissa raised her head and looked at Rowena's profile carefully, but hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?"

"How are you?……"

"It's okay..." Facing the hazy sky, Rowena shook his head and drank hot water like a swig of hot wine.

The broken light flickered on the tips of her red hair. It should have been a color as warm as fire, but now it reflected a dull color like dried blood.

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"How about this one?"

Yahweh watched Xi Da lift the hem of her skirt and slowly spin it in a circle. The dark woolen skirt wrapped around her, like the black petals holding the pure white stamen, spinning and blooming.

The black silk veil is draped over the silver hair, and the girl's flawless face without makeup is flickering.

"It's a good fit." He gently supported his girlfriend, who was dangling after spinning around, and said softly.

"That's good." Xi Da lightly stamped his foot, "Except for the slight pain in my foot..."

Yahweh's eyes followed her words, and between the rise and fall of the skirt, the pure leather kitten-heeled shoes shook his head playfully.

"Me too, I can't get used to wearing high heels..." Lucy pushed open the curtain of the dressing room next door and staggered out on stiletto heels.

"How's it going?" She gently grabbed Xi Ta's hand, which he stretched out to support, and asked in a low voice.

The long coat wrapped the shirt, with snow-white flowers blooming at the neckline, and the slim-fitting trousers outlined her perfect lines.

"It looks good." Yahweh nodded and took the bag of clothes that Lucy had changed into.

"Do you need to buy flowers?"

"A bouquet of pure white natural flowers is much more expensive than the three clothes we are wearing combined..." Lucy answered Xi Da's inquiry and fiddled with the slightly messy hair.

"Forget it then..." Having been used to living in poverty, Xi Da still prefers to be frugal.

After all, you are attending the funeral of a stranger you have never met before, so there is no need to incur too many unnecessary expenses.

"Let's go back, put away the clothes we changed, and then go to the funeral site." Lucy glanced at the clock in the mall. There were still three hours, which was more than enough.

"Yahweh? Let's go, don't be in a daze, go back and let you see enough..." Xida reached out and waved it on her boyfriend's blue eyes.

Yahweh came back to his senses, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed away the small broken hair on Heda's shoulders.

"Okay..." He glanced at the torrent of data that was actively beating around him, and replied softly, without showing any signs of strangeness on his face.

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"Mr. Paul, what do you think of my plan?"

Zhang Xian'an bowed his waist and spoke respectfully to the man sitting on top.

Paul slowly cut into the three-mature natural steak, silently listening to his audacious plan.

The sharp silver knife cut through the tender meat, leaving streak after streak of scarlet blood.

"Try it..." He said casually, as if the dozens or hundreds of living lives were just a series of inorganic numbers.

"If successful, with so many experimental samples..."

"Don't speculate on the results before you succeed." Paul gently interrupted Zhang Xian'an's enthusiasm, "Now, sit down and eat...it's still early."

"Yes, Mr. Paul."

Zhang Xian'an sat down obediently, grabbed the food on the table, and swallowed it like a hungry ghoul.

The light of noon passed through the dangers, panting weakly, and shone on the face of this fierce ghost, but it had lost the power of judgment.

Zhang Xian'an wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, as if the sun was glaring, and after asking for Mr. Paul's permission, he casually closed the curtains in the restaurant.

"Don't you care about your family?"

The dim darkness invaded the territory of light. Paul put down the knife and fork in his hand and asked calmly.

"Family?" Zhang Xian'an sneered, "I don't have any family, just a woman who I have been pursuing but never got and a group of obedient tools."

Paul nodded noncommittally.

"Mr. Paul, have you read the Bible?" Perhaps because the atmosphere was too dull, Zhang Xian'an took the initiative to continue the topic.

"Have a rough look..." Paul replied in a low voice, holding the warm drink in his hand.

"I like Chapter 6 of Revelation the most..." Zhang Xian'an licked his dry lips, with a bit of madness on his face.

"Apocalypse?" Paul picked up the tissue on the table and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

"'I saw the Lamb opening the first of the seven seals...'" Zhang Xian couldn't help but nodded, imitating the accent of ancient Hebrew and reciting old chapters.

"Okay, okay..." Paul frowned and knocked on the table three times slowly.

"Sorry, I lost my composure..." Zhang Xian'an came to his senses and repeatedly wiped the sweat from his face with a nervous look on his face.

Paul nodded slightly, not taking his ugliness to heart.

"If it's okay, should I leave first?" Zhang Xian'an asked softly. After receiving a positive answer, he turned around and left quickly.

He roughly pushed open the wooden door, but he didn't expect there was someone behind the door.

The heavy door cut through the air and knocked the woman in red straight to the ground.

"I'm sorry..." He quickly helped the woman he longed for and kept expressing his apologies, "Why are you here?"

"Hiss..." The beautiful face was a little distorted. An Xianyuan kept rubbing her back and said intermittently, "I'm hungry..."

"Next time, just ask the logistics people to deliver the meals to your office..." Zhang Xian'an shook his head helplessly, edited a message at random and sent it to the company's logistics department.

"Then I went back to the office?" An Xianyuan looked at this man who was a lot stranger and sighed.

"Well..." Zhang Xian'an nodded, let go of the hand that was supporting her, and prepared to walk towards his office.

At the end of the day, he seemed to have remembered something. He stopped his progress, turned around, and whispered to An Xianyuan who had not yet left, "Don't leave the company today...be careful."

"What do you mean? Hello!" An Xianyuan wrinkled her nose and shouted several times at the man's retreating back, but received no response.

After I became positive, my status declined drastically. I changed, deleted, deleted and changed, but I was still not satisfied, annoyingヽ(‘⌒メ)ノ