Looks like it’s made up in heaven.
25
I went home with Kiriko when it was dark and contacted Ting Wing at the first time.
And I hesitated, and I said, “I want to see Ginger. I’m sorry.
Ting Wing also remained silent, and a moment later, she had some hesitation in her voice: “Yes, it is possible, just two days later, a high school classmate got married and sent an invitation to Ting Wing, and she will certainly come.” But, but…
“But what?”
“But the man who got married was Lorraine. Din Wing said, “In fact, when she sent me an invitation, she knew you were back home, didn’t return to Shanghai, but didn’t mean to invite you at all. I’m sorry.
I see.
Lorraine and I didn’t deal with it in high school.
There’s no such thing as hatred. It’s just a lack of character.
She kept quiet, and said, “I am too loud, and I do not follow the rules.”
On the way back to the canteen, Lorraine walked in front of me with her roommate, whispering, “The danger is that she’s crazy, but she’s a fool.” I’m sorry.
“No, you see Kiyoko, she’s the only one who’s surrounded, and basically doesn’t talk to anyone but her. I’m sorry.
“A good-looking guy, who was just taken over by her like a dog. I’m sorry.
I was walking up to her shoulder, laughing, “What are you talking about?” You don’t like having handsome friends with me? I’m sorry.
Lorone looked back at me and looked different.
“The danger.” I’m sorry.
These three words seem to have been squeezed out of the teeth.
It would be embarrassing for anyone to say bad things behind his back to be caught by the Lord.
And I looked at her, “What did you just say to me? Say it again in front of me.” I’m sorry.
Lorraine’s sleeve was pulled by her roommate, she pulled it back, and the sound was sharp: “What’s wrong with me?” Are you good enough to ask yourself? I’m sorry.
“Fine, I think I’m good enough. Did you have anything to do with Kiyoko? I’m sorry.
I laughed, but the look cooled down: “You should ask yourself what you are, and you should call me that behind my back.” I’m sorry.
The farce ended with me slinging my sleeves and fighting, but Lorraine was forcibly dragged away by her roommate.
Lorraine’s beams are totally broken.
I’ve been in a lot of trouble, and she happens to be a Disciplinary Commission, and she’s been taking my name 20 times a night.
Mr. Yip came to me every day to talk to me about the end of his life, saying, “Can’t you just stop a little bit? You come to me and you’ll have to consume me a cup every day. I’m sorry.
I took a sip of water, and I heard my head up, and I said, “Well, I’ll bring my glass next time.” I’m sorry.
Be serious! I told you to be serious. I’m sorry.
I looked at him and raised my hand: “Sensei, I swear to God, this is a self-proclaimed revenge.” When I asked him last night, she asked me to shut up and not talk. I asked him to borrow a pen. She had to remember my name. I’m sorry.
“You and Kiriko…”
The young teacher of the leaf scratched his head and looked to me for a half-day, and said, “No, go back, I will talk to Lou. But don’t think I don’t know if you’re the one who snuck up yesterday to play Truth Adventure? I’m sorry.
I’ve stood up, “Thank you, teacher. Goodbye! I’m sorry.
I didn’t know exactly what Mr. Ye said about you and Kiyoko until today, when I was retrieving the fragments of high school from my memory, and when I reconnected with what he said when I reconnected with you that day, I suddenly reacted.
When I was in high school, what did Kiriko and I see in the eyes of others?
What are you thinking?
A dish of washed cars was placed before me, and I returned to my eyes, and raised my head, and looked down at him.
I don’t know why, but I’m a little confused.
And I turned away from his eyes, and put a pick up in my mouth and said, “It’s all right, just ask Ting Wing about high school.” I’m sorry.
As soon as the voice fell, I felt the body of Kiriko in front of me.
He whispered, slightly shunned his face, and the light from the ceiling of the bedroom, the light of the top light fell down, and his cheeks became more transparent.
I bit the cherries, and suddenly there was something going on.
Is Kiyoko scared?
I was just about to say something, and my cell phone was shaking, and I was interrupted.
Look down, it’s Ting Wing.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
Ding Wing seems to be eating outside, and there’s a lot of noise, and her voice goes through the noise, and it’s clearly in my ear: “Thank you, thank me. I’ve got two wedding invitations for you. I’m sorry.
Wait, two?
“Yeah, I told her that Ki-yan is home, and you’ll take him with you. I’m sorry.
I was astonished: “No, she’s getting married, and she’s not forgotten about Kiyyan.” I’m sorry.
Stop! Don’t be ridiculous. I just want to see if the high school boys are still alive and married. I’m sorry.
Ding Wing has never been so soft, and the word “Your son” is clear in my ears, and I’m shaking again, and I don’t know why, and it’s even worse.
“In short, the e-Invoke Letter sent you, and you remember to come with Ki-yan and the money — to tell you the truth, it’s not just Luo-jin, but everyone wants to see Ki-yan again. I’m sorry.
The phone was hung up.
Kiriko sits next to me, is close enough to stick together.
His warm body temperature is passing through thin clothing, and his cheeks are getting closer.
“Ooh. “Who is getting married and remembering Ki-yan?” I’m sorry.
And when the hair of my ears was dazzled in my breath, my head was numbed, and my unconscious mind tried to move to the side, and his wrist was held by Kiriko.
“Who are you going to the wedding?” I’m sorry.
“Roying, do you remember?”
Kiyoko’s thinking for a moment, probably trying to remember, but finally shaking his head.
“It’s the Disciplinary Committee in the high school class, and as soon as I spoke to you, she took my name, which led me to talk. I’m sorry.
Kiyoko noded his head, and he said, “Look at me.”
I know, he probably still doesn’t remember.
But it doesn’t matter.
And he hesitated, and for some unnamed purpose, I did not tell Kiyyan what Kang Myung would have gone, but asked him, “Are you free the day after tomorrow? She called us together. I’m sorry.
“I’ll go with you.” I’m sorry.
He rubbed it on my head, told me to eat it, so he got out of the door.
Kiriko’s been living in my study these days.
The company, which is already preparing for the spring new items, is not in Shanghai and has to conduct it remotely by means of videoconferences, which has added a lot of inconvenience.
I asked him the other day: “If not, go back to Shanghai and deal with the company.” I’m sorry.
The eyes of Kiyoko swayed, and looked into my eyes with a little bit of bitterness. I’m sorry.
I knew that the man was pretending to be poor, but I couldn’t live with him, but I said, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
Thanks to Kiriko.
Or I won’t get the wedding invitation.
On the day of the Lorraine wedding, I woke up early, looked in the box and looked for a dress for the wedding, and finally I barely found a softly yellow half skirt.
It’s good to be warm, with a low-collar sweater and a pair of khaki-coloured boots, a thin wool coat, and try to put on a make-up, with a long curly hair, and look like a little tactful.
Kiriko was dressed early in the morning and sat by his bed, with his chin on his back and patiently waited for me.
One of the simplest sweaters on his body could even fit out of the air and even look harmless, which was a good example of how well people looked and had little to do with clothes.
I put some perfume in my ear and looked at the mirror for half a day, so I stood up: “Let’s go.” I’m sorry.
Rooney’s wedding will be in one of the richest hotels in the city, not far from my house.
I’ve seen it all the way out there before it reached the hotel door, and it’s red over the fountain.
I got out of the car with Kiriko, and a warm greeting came out of my ear: “Small! I’m sorry.
It’s Ding Wing.
She was talking to a couple of men and women who seemed strange and familiar, and then came to me and looked at me, and fell on Kiriko.
And he stood there with his eyes open, and he was allowed to excite himself: “Oh, my God, what kind of man is this? I’m sorry.
In the profound eyes of those behind Ding Wing, I coughed twice: “You should ask yourself that.” I’m sorry.
And until he opened his mouth, he reached out to my finger and turned his head and laughed: “Whatever you say is.” I’m sorry.
26
I turn my head and look around Kiyoko.
And he did not look at me, but turned his mind into a state of self-righteousness and ding-ting, “Thank you for the care you have given him.” I’m sorry.
Ding Wing smiled twice and scratched his head: “That’s not true. I was in touch with the Zhuang only last year, and she worked in Shanghai before, and I stayed at home without much contact.” I’m sorry.
Kiyoko’s face remains the same, and he has noded from his place of residence: “Well, since he’s connected, he’ll always have access.” I’m sorry.
The tone was mild, even a little familiar, and it was not clear to him that he had not even remembered the fact of the euphemism before he arrived today.
Several of the men who spoke to Ting Wing just came and came with us at his introduction.
It took me a long time to turn these people and the dark faces that I remember, and they turned out to be more than a passion.
Of course, the passion is mainly for Kiyoko.
Kiyiko, is it true you’re in Shanghai? I’m sorry.
“Yiko, when you were going to pass the test, you left the country. I thought you’d never come back. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
This passion has been accompanied by a certain purpose, and Kiyoko has always managed well. The low smile and the aptly deviating tone of speech have kept certain ulterior motives out of reach.
When the cold ended, Ting Wing took a first step, and said goodbye to Ki-yan, who was laughing at them.
Looking at him smiles so beautifully, suddenly I’m in the same conversation, and I’m a little confused.
High school – No, Kiyoko was very quiet throughout the student age.
Most of the time, he sat alone in his seat in silence, reading and writing, or doing nothing, just staring at the void somewhere.
At that time, even if he had to talk, he would almost just talk to me.
When faced with others, it became complete indifference and alienation.
So, I always thought I was being treated special.
It was not until Ginger appeared, and when he was with him in the morning and evening, the closer he was, and even when they were in such harmony and harmony, that I realized that I was not the only one who could enter the bottom of his heart.
And most of the time after that, whether he asked me to eat, chained me to bed with chains, or kneeled before me in red eyes, it was actually Me and Kiyiko.
He has always been the most undisguised, frank and fragile person in my presence, and I have always ignored that we have grown up.
The fact that he was able to complete his university in such a short time and quickly created a company that was strong enough to counter him was sufficient proof that there had been a long-term change in him.
So he can lie to a snake, or he can be all over the place.
I feel a little… strange.
And I almost tried to pull my finger out of Ki-yan’s hand in my heart, and he jumped, and he climbed up and held it firmer.
And he looked at me in his face, and he looked at it, and there was a long-lost, dim, and it sank quickly, and it was filled with sweet smiles.
“Ooh. He whispered, “Good boy, don’t move. I’m sorry.
“No movement. I’m sorry.
I smiled, I dare not move again, and he took my hand and walked step by step towards the hotel gate.
At the door of the banquet hall on the second floor, there was a long table with red velvet tablecloths, with a girl in festivities sitting at the table, with her head down and writing something, and with red bags on his hands like hills.
Obviously, this is for the terrorists.
And We dragged him, and took a red bag out of his pocket, and We pushed her, “This is the money I and Kiyan gave to Lou. I’m sorry.
The girl raised her head, and when she saw Kiyoko and I holding her hand, she choked, and said, “You two were together? I’m sorry.
Well, that’s a familiar person!
I finally recognized that this round-faced little girl, when I caught Roo-ling, had to drag her away and didn’t let her fight my roommate, Kimman.
I nod my head: Yeah. I’m sorry.
Of course it’s a team. Why don’t you give her two red bags?
Kiriko didn’t speak, and his lips were filled with a faint smile, apparently acquiescing in my statement.
The look of Kimman’s eyes was like a light to me and Kiyyan, and it was only half a day before he said, “Enter, then.” I’m sorry.
Before coming, I heard from Ding Wing that Rhoin had had two wedding parties, one for relatives only, last week, and the other one for friends of the same age, here today.
At the end of the day, Ting Wing lamented: “It’s a nice arrangement, too, when I get married.” I’m sorry.
And We laughed at her: “Are you with someone? Just thinking about getting married? I’m sorry.
Ding Wing sent out an expression bag and then countered: “Please, please, this is your wedding with Ki-yan, okay? I’m sorry.
After all this time, she knew that Ki-yan was against me.
Thinking about it, I turned my head and looked at Kiyoko.
He’s looking at me, too.
The party hall is very small, is very happy and elegant, and most of the people have arrived, which is particularly popular.
I went in with Kiriko’s hand, and I started looking around.
Ginger didn’t find it, but Ting Wing showed up again, took me away from Ki-yan and dragged me to a middle-aged man with passion: “Teacher Ip, that’s the danger.” I’m sorry.
The face of a little bald middle-aged man in front of him, and the young man in his memory who always said, “Thought, you can’t let me save my snacks.”
I was busy reaching out with a hand and holding hands with Mr. Ye: “Sensei! I was going to see you at school that day, and then something happened. I’ve come a long way to meet. I can’t believe I’ve met you today! I’m sorry.
“I haven’t seen you in seven or eight years, and I’m afraid you’re still walking away. I’m sorry.
Mr. Yip swayed his head and looked behind my back, and he spoke so much that he had a complex feeling in his mind: “Kiki, it’s been a long time. I’m sorry.
Li-yan walked in on his own feet, with his head poignant: “Sensey Ip.” I’m sorry.
I heard you’re running a jewelry company in Shanghai? You got a career, you got a career. I’m sorry.
“Sensey Ip is a good teacher. I’m sorry.
He touched a card in his pocket and handed it to Mr. Leaf.
Mr. Ye looked down at him and said: “No Rain Jewellery Design Ltd. I’m sorry.
He looked up, and he looked at me.
And my eyelids jumped, and I laughed, “A coincidence, surely a coincidence.”
We’re not done yet. “Inspired by the name of the threat, and prepared to put ten percent of the shares in her name. I’m sorry.
His tone is calm and his eyes are open, as if he were presenting an extraordinary thing.
It was as easy as he was gonna buy me 10 pancakes.
I almost threw a Coke in my hand.
The one next to me was pulled by my skirt and whispered to me with a voice that could be heard within five metres: “You said you had no affair!” I’m sorry.
I can’t believe Kiyoko’s eyes are on me.
I had a headache, and I thought it was pale, and I had to drink a large bar of coke, so I nodded.
In the eyes of the people around them, only Mr. Leaf wrinkled his frown and put away his card, and said to him, “Come with me.” I’m sorry.
And he walked with him one day before him to the little corners of man, and he passed on with me, and even reached out with his hand, rubbing a hand on my head.
And I looked at their backs, and by their side, Ding Wing pulled my sleeves: “I’m going to look into what they are saying. I’m sorry.
She drank all the wine she had in her hand, filled with empty glasses, dressed like she was carrying it, followed it all the way, standing near the table, trying to eavesdrop.
Looking far away, I can only see what Mr. Ip is saying to him with a serious face, and he has no face on my side of the face, and he has a tight lips and a slightly cold eye.
Soon Ding Wing slipped back.
And she spoke not until I asked her, saying, “I did not hear anything except that Mr. Ip said to him, “Let him not forget what he said when he spoke to him.” Kiyoko said he knew and Mr. Ye said, “Don’t hurt her.” I’m sorry.
She said, “What’s going on between you and Ki-yan?” Dog blood misunderstanding? Infatuation? I’m sorry.
The word “punishment” gave me a false heart, but I kept the original look, and I filmed it on his head, and said, “Leave the novel less.” I’m sorry.
I looked over there, and Mr. Ip and Kiyoko were talking, and I guess they didn’t intend to end the conversation.
“I was wrong, professional habits. I’m sorry.
Ding Wing surrendered with his hands, his eyes swept through the hall, and his eyes came out: “Roying is coming! I’m sorry.
I turned around and saw a girl in a white wedding dress standing a few steps away and looking at me with a picky look.
Then she came to me and laughed, “You haven’t changed a bit. I’m sorry.
I touched my face, “Yes? Thank you for complimenting me for being young.” I’m sorry.
“You really think I’m flattering you?” I’m sorry.
I looked at her with a smile: “It’s your wedding today, so don’t force me to fight you here — Lorraine, believe me, I’ll beat you, whether it’s about weight or strength.” I’m sorry.
Indeed, there is no time in the world to dilute hatred.
People like Lorraine and Lorraine who look at each other in the high school years, after many years, even at their weddings, will not be more harmonious.
Ding Wing was lying to me, “He’s married! You’ve got some respect for me.”
“I don’t need it. I’m sorry.
Lorraine was proud to lift his chin, and his eyes fell behind my shoulder, and suddenly he smiled, “You can’t hold your nest for life, and someone will take from you what you don’t deserve — just like now.” I’m sorry.
I stunned and turned around.
Mr. Ye did not know when he had left, but he did not return.
Because someone’s back across from him.
The man had a soft, thick, pink, long hair, a curly tail, a green French skirt on his body, a fine five-office and makeup, a smile on his lips, as if everyone was shining.
Ginger.
She was leaning forward, whispering and talking.
And Kiriko’s body was so tight that he fell on the ginger.
They are standing face to face, and they are already in an exceptionally harmonious atmosphere.
I was supposed to ask Kang Myung about Kiriko High School.
But at this moment, I suddenly had the intuitive feeling that I would not ask anything from her.
Her eyes, as tender as their eyes, full of light, were as though they were hidden secretes.
It belongs only to her and to Kiyyan.
I realized at this moment that I didn’t know Ki-yan as well as I thought.
It’s like an ice cone stinging at the tip of my heart, and the cold and sharp sting is spreading.
I heard that Kang Myung is still single. And Kiyoko was closer to her before she left the country. A jewelry company, a gallery, whether it’s a trade or a price, is much better than you. You know the truth. You’re just…
I turned my head and looked at her, “Shut up!” I’ll rip your wedding dress out of your mouth. Do you believe me? I’m sorry.
Lorraine showed a strange look, and then she looked at my body and kept her mouth shut.
Very well, now.
I was sore and turned and walked towards the door.
Ding Wan Xiao ran after him, and his voice was full of worries: “Shall I join you?” I’m sorry.
And I shook my head and whispered, “No, you’re all out of money, so eat and go.” I’ll be right back. I’m sorry.
I had a perfect plan before I came here, and I wanted to see Kang Myung myself and ask her for proof of what had happened between him and her.
When I got here, I realized that I was thinking too much. Kang Myung was different from White Chien. I know that Kiyoko is not used to the white light, so I won’t listen to anything he says.
What about Ginger?
I’m suddenly not sure.
So I slipped away.
Faster than a rabbit.
27
I mercilessly mocked Ljussa when she suffered emotional losses because of something.
Now I just feel the pain.
I was standing in the cold wind of the first spring when I walked out of the door of the luxurious hotel, trying to learn from the mistress of the bitter drama, to smoke a smoke in the cold, or to get drunk to reflect my misery.
But I’m hungry.
The phone was turned over, a drip was called and went to a nearby rice-line shop.
This shop has been in the vicinity of the school for more than 20 years and is one of my favorites of my high school age.
When I was still in school, I used to go over the wall and eat, and I had to pack up and go back, one for Ki-yan and one for the night off.
All these years, as long as a friend comes to me, I’ll bring him to the store for a bowl of fried rice, sometimes even two or three.
The car stopped at the entrance to the snack street, and I got out of the car with my jacket and drilled into a warm and baked shop.
The warm and fragrance of the fragrance came and I felt more hungry, sucking my nose, and choosing a table to sit down: “Boss, have an egg-swissed rice line and a double spicy coli.” I’m sorry.
The voice just fell, and the person sitting at the table in front of the slope suddenly turned back and the tone was full of shock: “What’s going on?” I’m sorry.
I almost thought I was dreaming.
“Randing”? I’m sorry.
I looked at him in the eye, “Did you go back to Shanghai a month ago?” What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
Lantin smiled a little, didn’t answer immediately, but sat in front of me with a rice line that he had not eaten twice.
And as soon as he had set his seat, he said to me, “I dreamed of you last night.” I’m sorry.
I’m so sudden.
“It’s weird, right? I didn’t think I’d remember such a clear dream in a long time. I’m sorry.
Lantin put down chopsticks, put his hands on his chin, and focused on me: “Maybe because yesterday was the day we were together seven years ago, and I dreamt that when we were together, you told me that if we were together seven years later, we might be married. I’m sorry.
“And when I came home with you, you took me to this store, and you told me it was a small silver ring that you had eaten to big, and I bought you at the store next door, and you said you were going to change your wedding ring and suddenly I missed it so much, and I took a day off with the company and didn’t want to disturb you, but…”
He stopped and asked, “Why are you here alone?” I’m sorry.
The boss brought up the cooked rice line, and I grabbed chopsticks and looked down under the cover of the hot fog: “He’s got a problem. I’m hungry. I’m gonna eat something. I’m sorry.
This fog is so hot, it makes my eyes slightly red.
Lantin took a bag of paper towels out of her pocket and put it on the table and pushed me, “Smoke, wipe your tears.” I’m sorry.
I drew a tissue, and then I put it in my hand two times in my eyes, and I pulled a large grain of rice into my mouth, and I swallowed it, and I said, “Landin, do not ask.” I just want to eat and I’ll go home. I’m sorry.
And he said, “Well, I won’t ask. But you have to…”
Landing didn’t even finish it.
Because once again the closed curtains were lifted, the white-colored Kiyoko walked in, looking from me to the bluedeen opposite me, and suddenly there was a bit of a bit of a bit of a dark, sharp twilight look.
He stood at the table, knocked on the table with his index finger down, and his voice was cold: I’m sorry.
I almost broke my chopstick.
“How do you know I’m here?” I’m sorry.
“You haven’t had breakfast before you left this morning, and it’s close to the hotel. “I know you better than you think. I’m sorry.
And when he said the word “hotel,” the blue one across from me jumped, and suddenly it faded.
I don’t only suspect that he’s wrong, but I suspect that Kiyoko did it on purpose.
In my eyes, Kiriko took a look on the face of Lantin, across the street, and suddenly a smile started on his lips: “Let’s go home.” I’m sorry.
“I haven’t eaten yet. I’m sorry.
“Back up and eat. I’m sorry.
And when I did not move, the darker the color of Kiyyan’s eyes became, he fell down almost as he cried, and whispered to me, “You said you would never leave me.” I’m sorry.
To me, it’s a dead end.
So that it was he who did not know before, and so that I felt guilty when I saw Kiyon, so humble and so depressed that I did not know how.
And just as Li-yan and I were at a standstill, Lantin finally started to sigh, and called the boss to wrap up the rice line that I had just eaten and hand it to me, and whispered, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
And he paid, stood up, and was ready to leave, and remembering what he had turned back, and said to Kiyyan, “I was only in an accident, not an appointment, and hope not to cause any unnecessary misunderstanding.” I’m sorry.
After that, he looked me in the eye with the light and turned away.
It’s just me and Kiriko.
For a long time, he made a mockery in his mouth, not to say a mockery.
“Ooh. “Come home with me.” I’m sorry.
When Kiriko put me in a cab, I kept my rice line tight.
Like it gives me power.
Kiyoko and the driver gave me a strange and familiar address, and the neighborhood just finished last year was three blocks from my house.
We turned to him, “What are we going to do there?” I’m sorry.
“There’s my house there, and we need to talk alone.” I’m sorry.
The driver flew all the way and stopped at the door of the magnificent neighborhood.
Looking at the luxurious fountains outside the gates of the district, even though it is still in a tense atmosphere with Kiyyan’s sword, I will inevitably feel the desolation of poverty.
Kiriko held my wrist and dragged me in.
He used a lot of strength, and I almost felt a little pain.
But I didn’t earn it.
The elevator was on its way, and he and I broke into a beautiful, unpopular room.
The door was shut.
The curtains were closed and the living room was dark, and Kiriko pressed the chandelier switch and then trapped me between the closed walls and his arms.
It’s probably this close distance that finally made him feel safe, and Kiyoko buried his face on my shoulder and shuddered, “Why don’t you say goodbye?” I’m sorry.
The tone is full of Kurasar.
I bit on my lips, or decided to ask him directly: “I saw you and Kang Myung speaking at the window, and you looked familiar with her, but when I mentioned last year, you asked me who Kang Myung was, and you lied to me, right? I’m sorry.
He’s all frozen.
I was cold and I couldn’t help but push him away, but my hand fell on Kiriko’s shoulder, and he grabbed it.
“I say, “I say, Quil.” He said, “I tell you, do not push me away.” I’m sorry.
He left a little bit, raised his head and looked me in the nearest place.
The light of the door was dark, and it fell into his eyes, leaving a dark light.
“I do remember her, but it’s been too long, and I can’t even remember her name, except that she is my ally. I’m sorry.
I’m in place: “Allies? I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
Kiriko’s eyes were glowing and shaking, and it was not clear what infamous complex emotions had been purged.
“You… what alliance? I’m sorry.
This time, he was silent for a long time.
So long as I thought that he would not answer me, he finally spoke.
Sound dumb, dark as night.
“We want to avenge two people. I’m sorry.
