It Was You novel Chapter 681

In the Yan Garden.

In the hall.

Martin helped Cassandra sit down on the sofa and heaved a sigh of relief after making sure that he didn't touch her wound. Martin, who had always been calm and composed in the business world, looked cautious now.

"I'm sorry." Martin sat down with a cold expression on his face.

There was an invisible wave in Cassandra's chest, and her throat moved slightly. She smiled, "It's just a small wound. It's okay. Martin, don't worry."

Martin clenched his fists so tightly that his fingers turned pale. He slowly raised his eyes, which reflected different lights. After a long time, he said word by word, "It's my fault. Do you know that when I heard that you were injured, I wished... How I wish I could kill them all! "

Over the years, he had come to this day stepping on blood and bones. Even his bones were soaked in blood. He was born unparalleled, with strong power. His clansmen were afraid of him and hated him, and no one in the world could stop him.

He had always been decisive, but in front of her, he always restrained himself and wanted to become a normal person with emotions and desires.

Looking at his ferocious face, Cassandra found his eyes were as dark as ink, as if there were two inexhaustible karma fires that would burn her to ashes the next second.

The air in the big room seemed to be frozen into ice in an instant.

But strangely, Cassandra was not afraid at all. In her previous life, she had tried her best to escape, but in this life, she wanted to get closer to him, and even if she was infused into his bones and blood, she was willing to do so.

At that moment, she suddenly understood why such a tiny moth, even though it would be devoured by the flames, still had no regrets.

Cassandra's chest seemed to be crumpled into pieces. She stared at Martin without blinking and said in an extremely calm voice, "Martin, I've always wanted to ask you, have you lived a hard life alone these years?"

If it was a purulent scar in the past, she would tear it and squeeze out the purulent blood from it, so that the scar could heal.

She had never been sure whether her choice was right or wrong, but at this point, she had no room for retreat. No matter what the consequences would be, she would accept them frankly.

Martin's back suddenly froze, and the last trace of blood on his face faded away. He stared at Cassandra with burning eyes. For a moment, he suddenly felt that the secret he tried hard to keep was no longer kept.

Martin's heart sank slowly, his pale lips tightened into a straight line, and a hint of panic gradually appeared in his eyes. After a long time, he raised his hand feebly, with his cheek deeply buried in his palm, and said in a hoarse voice, "I suffered a lot. But I'm used to it. "

His life was always difficult.

Cassandra's heart twitched for no reason. She looked at Martin, as if something was about to fall down from her eyes, but she just reached out, held the man's hand and pulled it down one point one. "From now on, you won't suffer any more with my company. I'm sorry. I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long... "

When Martin's hand was pulled away by her, his pupils contracted and his pale face was full of disbelief. He thought that she would find a way to escape when she knew his unbearable past, but he thought thousands of times and did not expect that this person would choose to stay with him.

Martin's face suddenly froze, and his whole body seemed to be stiff. He didn't know how long it took for him to find his lost voice, "I... I don't know how many dirty things I have done. I used dirty means to get you and even sent people to follow you. You... You... Are you really willing to stay with me? "

He was never a good man. When he climbed out of the mud step by step, he didn't have any so-called natural conscience. He was killing for no reason. He was so cruel that even he hated himself like this.

No one loved him, and no one really cared him. All he had in his life was conspiracy and tricks. He was destined to drag everyone to death.