Yokohama Heart Fraudster

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    The sky was raining lightly.

    A figure stepped on the shallow rain, and the pea-sized raindrops fell on him and slid down the black cloth.

    The hat on top of his head shielded him from most of the rain, but the orange-red hair was still soaked by the rain, and finally fell from his shoulders to his chest.

    He stepped forward slowly, in a trance, his eyes dimmed, as if he didn't realize his bad situation at all.

    When the port mafia guard in charge of guarding the gate saw his shadow from a distance, he narrowed his eyes and showed a look of alertness. It was not until the shadow became more and more enlarged in his field of vision that he was suddenly surprised.

    "...This is, Mr. Nakahara?!"

    When he realized that it was the famous gravity manipulator Nakahara, he hurriedly grabbed the towel from the hand of the subordinate beside him, and trotted towards the position of Nakahara.

    "Mr. Zhongyuan, please wipe it."

    He came to Zhongyuan Zhongya's side, walked with the other party's pace, and respectfully handed the towel in his hand.

    As if his reaction nerves were half a beat slower, Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his face to the towel in confusion. After a few seconds, he raised his hand to take it: "...Ah, thank you.

    " With the towel draped over his head, he lowered his eyes and landed on the ground, walking slowly towards his room.

    The mafia guards stood there, silently watching his leaving back, and knitting their eyebrows together: "What's wrong with Mr. Nakahara? It doesn't look right."

    "It's not obvious at a glance. Is it?" Someone whispered, "Mr. Nakahara can manipulate the gravity of the rainwater. As long as he thinks, he won't be drenched so badly. There should be something to worry about."

    "Speaking of this afternoon, he was with Mr. Izumi. I went out, but Mr. Izumi came back long ago, and Mr. Zhongyuan..." The

    discussion stopped abruptly.

    Everyone understands that this is probably the period of quarrel that all lovers will have. As long as they can survive this crisis, their relationship will be even better.

    As the so-called authorities are obsessed with bystanders, Zhongyuan Zhongye himself did not notice this. He mechanically opened the door and returned to the room. After taking off his wet coat, he sat on the chair, leaned forward, and put his hands together. on the knee.  

   The towel on top of his head covered his face, and the loose strands of hair on his forehead obscured his expression. The world is isolated.

     And what was in his mind was a mess. For a while, he thought of He Quanlian's cold and stern expression of leaving, and for a while he thought of the news that Moon Shadow Mask would be executed tomorrow.   

  No matter what, it would cut his heart like a knife. He silently clenched the fabric of his chest with his palms, frowned in pain, and clenched his teeth.