Chapter 89 (2/2)

The beginning of senior high, right

The vivid htly odd aps

He headed to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator’s door and took a bottle of coke before walking into the living roolass, and poured one for himself He then pressed the TV rehts and shadows reflected on the light blue screen Just like a , behind it were scenes after scenes of dra…

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“Gege, I won’t let you go easily until I’s were crossed; the white color raceful hand lazily propped up her stunning face as she laid back serenely against the throne The position exactly resembled a wicked but beautiful and mysterious noble

“Do you want to knohat’s happening to your right now?”

Klein felt a eous face His throat moved while he tried to make his vision clearer, but it was futile There was a terrible feeling as if he was like a piece ofboard

“Then look underneath you”

Klein consciously shi+fted his gaze doards He saw that both of his feet were subrance is co froh the reflection frouely saw his current form He seemed to be tied to a cross, his lips tied with thin chains Surprisingly however, was that his limbs did not feel sore at all

“Don’t you think this is beautiful…”

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“Dust Kingdo in front of hihts wandered as he stared blankly at the screen

A punk-style drama based on a novel that told the story of the ancient tily, these types of shoere reh he was at the scene itself

In retrospect, the scenes were rather intense Was it really okay to be broadcasted on public TV? For so Chen did not appear to be interested at all He e to yawn

This Klein guy should be bitten by the vampire next He probably wouldn’t die, because…wait, why does the plot look so fa Chen cursed in his an to frown

“Do I like to drink coke?” He subconsciously grabbed a bottle froe just like before

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized the question was dumb

The plot continued on the screen

Of course, Klein didn’t die; the vampire only sucked some blood from his body Klein was taken away by the vaan to show the post-credits

That’s right, if the main character died, hoould the story continue?

Jiang Chen turned the TV off and glanced at the clock

[It’s this late already Tiht as he walked to the bedroom

With the journal on his bed, he hesitated for a

“I should just rip this out If other people see this e Chen smiled wryly and picked up the diary

He ripped the pages off, crumpled the of the diary, there were a lot of torn pages; it was not the first ti history

He threw the diary on the table as he flung hi Chen shoved his muddled head on the pillow He fluffed the pillow for a bit before he let out a long breath

[That’s it for today

To her out

Even if I get rejected, at least I won’t regret it]

Just like this, the teen in puberty, anxious and full of hope drifted into sleep

The cold letters silently juital clock on the table

11:59

12:00

The green light on the side of the clock flashed alh premeditated, the wind flipped the journal open on the table