MTL - Handsome to the Point of Death-Chapter 48 Extra / Rei

When I brought my beta partner back from the cemetery to worship, our expressions were very heavy.

Our youngest son pointed to the familiar face in the news, raised his childish little face, and asked, "Dad, who is he?"

I felt sore in my heart and touched his head. He was too young to know the meaning of the word southbound in the entire federation.

My partner coaxed the child to sleep, sat next to me, poured a glass of wine, looked at me and said, "Drink, know you are uncomfortable."

I picked it up and took a sip, and suddenly remembered, "You know? Even though he looks hard-line, he actually has a worse drink than me."

"He doesn't like xj's sportswear, doesn't like clubbing, doesn't like parties, doesn't like sweets, doesn't like...In his eyes, he probably has only his mecha..." Come with me.

My partner kissed my forehead and listened quietly.

Okay, I'm confused again, maybe I was indeed in the eyes of the Southbound in the previous life, but he is different in this life.

I never regret the things I have done, because in my previous life, I felt regretful enough.

By now you may understand that I am a strange and lucky guy who has had two different lives.

The memory of the southbound journey in the last life has become very vague, and it is more occupied by another gorgeous face, but the scene of meeting him for the first time still makes me remember.

Maybe it's fate. Two rare Asians, one with a mild chatter and the other with a strong reluctance, became roommates.

I still remember that he stretched out his hand, his expression and eyes were cold and indifferent, but it made my uneasy heart relax all at once, even exposing my nature on the first day, entering the door without stopping.

Most of the time, he is expressionless, and occasionally he is emotionally touched, only to show a small smile, accompanied by his face, always make me look at him.

Smile more! How beautiful you smile! I always said to him like this, then grinned demonstratively and showed a big smile.

At this time, he would touch my hair a little helplessly, but he didn't speak, and of course he didn't laugh.

I have always known how outstanding Nanxing is, and I have always understood how lucky I am to be a friend who makes him treat me sincerely. Even when I realize that his kindness to me has exceeded the limit, I am even more frightened. Many are faintly proud.

Look, you guys who are so far out of reach, in front of me, are so cautious to please, and oppress their minds bitterly...

Ha, so, I used to have no intention of treating my friend, but gloated at him step by step, saying guilt in my heart, but I deserve to enjoy the other party’s efforts to prove myself, self-satisfaction, it is ridiculous. , Too sad.

Maybe until the moment Southbound died on the battlefield to save me, the tears I shed were real regrets.

Perhaps, if you encounter Passhas next, and be humiliated by him, it can be regarded as retribution.

Such me, He De, how can I have a second life.

My partner squeezed my hand and asked in a low voice: "Then, if he still likes you, why don't you try with him?"

I chuckled lightly, took a sip of wine, a little bitter, and a little relieved, and replied, "Because not only I have changed, he has also changed."

He is no longer the southbound I know.

He has become more outstanding, more dazzling, and even more embarrassing to me than in previous lives.

Perhaps, in his eyes, I am not the Han Li he knew.

So... also good, good to us.

I can revenge wholeheartedly, and he can fight wholeheartedly.

Unexpectedly, such a stunning and brilliant person would leave at such a young age, just like the former Claes, brave and fearless, for the people behind him, with his life to resist the resurgent Zerg.

Today is his 100th anniversary. Except for the ignorant young children, almost all people in the interstellar area are sincerely missing him.

I coughed, and my partner quickly patted me on the back while feeding me a glass of water. I looked at the lines on the corner of her eyes and suddenly felt a little emotional: "Alas, people are getting old and always like to think about the past."

"Where are you old?" She groaned, holding my hand against her belly, letting me feel the life there, winking playfully, not like a middle-aged aunt, but a little girly.

I laughed, held her in my arms, and felt the warm happiness of this moment.