Chapter 2572 The Witch of the Rose Duke (96)

Xia Ya's eyes were extremely cold, but his thin red lips raised into a smile.

"Do you need me to help you revive him?"

Bai Weiwei grabbed the corner of the skirt with both hands, and stared at him.

She seemed to want to come over, but when she thought of something, she could only stand there stiffly.

Shaar stretched out his finger, and a little magical light appeared.

It illuminated his beautiful, but emotionless face.

Like the cruel and ruthless Bloody Duke in the legend, he finally revealed his coldest temper.

The young man who had always been extremely gentle towards her.

No more patience.

Beneath his numb and cold expression was the despair with no way out.

No matter how much she backed down, how she pretended, how she imitated the man in her heart, she would never love him.

Then what else is he pretending to be?

He has never been gentle, he doesn't bother playing the piano, and he doesn't like to pretend to be pitiful and talk sweet words.

It's all the work of that idiot little baron.

He never needed to be humbled to such an extent.

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Bai Weiwei originally felt that the atmosphere was a little bad, and planned to say a few soft words.

Hearing the notification tone of the branch line, the courage to speak harsh words suddenly surged up.

She took a few steps forward slowly, with some red eyes, without a trace of timidity to back down.

"Shaar, I won't fall in love with you just because you are like him."

The light on Shaar's fingertips trembled.

The girl's firm voice, in the dark night, had a soft and sweet smell, but it was cruel to the bone.

"Do you know? I fell in love with Xia because he is unique. Even if he dies, I will never fall in love with another person who is similar to him."

Having said that, she smiled wryly.

"Because seeing someone similar to him will only remind me that he is dead. How can I have the mood to love a double when I am in pain?"

Cruel words, but unbelievably gentle.

"So don't be a substitute, and don't love me anymore. Shayvester should be proud, not so...humble."

In dim light.

The girl's expression was so firm and gentle, even with agility and coquettishness that she didn't have on weekdays.

Her face was covered with mud, her delicate hair was in a mess, and her roses and jewels were missing.

Obviously so embarrassed.

Xiaya stared blankly at her for a long time.

His face was pale, his eyes were flushed with anger, and the light on his fingertips was actually attack magic.

Facing the corpse of the little Baron Shaar.

He wants to take revenge on her and make her desperate and miserable.

He was going to destroy the corpse so she couldn't resurrect the little Baron.

But when she saw her seriously and tried hard to persuade him not to be humble.

The light from Shaar's fingertips finally went out.

In the darkness, he drooped his neck decadently, his hair fell to his eyes in a mess.

Bai Weiwei hesitated for a moment before walking forward step by step.

She came to the coffin, as if she wanted to see the man in her heart inside the coffin.

Sitting next to the coffin, he looked like a boy who lost his family.

Suddenly he asked softly in a hoarse voice: "If I didn't act as a substitute at first, but used my own identity to pursue you, would you be less resistant?"

He may have been wrong in the first place.

She has been trying her best to imitate the man she loves.

It will only remind her more.

The man she loved was the little Baron.

not him.

Bai Weiwei reached out to touch the fingers of the coffin, and paused.

She hesitated for a long time before looking sideways at him.

The light-colored eyes are clear and without resentment.

"You're fine, maybe..."