After rebirth she became heartless

Chapter 26

Brandon seemed a little lonely at the moment. He was smiling obviously, but there was some imperceptible sadness in his eyes.

This sadness was trapped deep in his soul, like a vicious curse. When Olivia came, it was like this.

The entire corridor was filled with trembling waiters. The hotel manager’s eyes widened in confusion. Some people were so frightened that they cried softly. Ava could barely stand while holding onto the door frame.

Brandon was sitting in the middle of the box, his back straight against the seat, his pupils were red, his expression was blank, the floor was in a mess, all the dishes were smashed without exception. Brandon was roaring on the other end of the phone, "Brother, your excuse for rejecting others is too bad and refined now. What happened to you that you will get married??? You scared Ava to death, do you know that?"

"My Miss Green has completely blown me away, please compensate me. Even if you buy the City A and give it to me, I won't forgive you!"

Brandon gritted his teeth, "Shut up."

Ben simply hung up.

After getting in the car, Brandon began to refuse to communicate. Olivia didn't know what happened at the dinner table, but Brandon's condition was really bad. He clenched his hands tightly.

Olivia pondered for a long time. She spoke carefully, "Is it because of that girl last time? I can check her out."

"No," Brandon refused without thinking.

"Why not? You've been really unusual these days..."

Always distracted, always. It's an inexplicable heartache, always...

Brandon closed his eyes tightly, and he started to hurt again. He couldn't tell where it hurt, but it just hurt a lot. It hurt so much that he could hardly speak, and all he could think about was the torn piece of paper. The photos...

Olivia's voice lingered around his ears, obviously the most familiar voice, but Brandon felt strange waves after.

The torn photos seemed to make him lose Crystal again.

Why is it again?

Why exactly?!

Brandon's eyes were splitting, and he was in great pain...

Did he lose Crystal once?

"I don't know Crystal at all," he stammered, "I don't know her at all."

Olivia was rarely confused, "Yes, you don't know Crystal at all. Not only do you not know her, but I don't know her either. No one here knows her."

"I don't know her, I haven't met her, and I don't like her either..." he seemed to want to prove something, but the more he tried, the more panicked he became, almost to the point of being unbearable.

But since he doesn't know her, why is he so uncomfortable?

He was so panicked that he couldn't speak. He didn't dare to say that he didn't know Crystal anymore because every time he was denied or refused, Brandon's heart ached and became unbearable.

He didn't want... he didn't want this feeling, this feeling of excruciating pain, as if he had lost the love of his body...

"Olivia, help me find Crystal, no matter what method you use, bring her to me... let me meet her."

...

People who live in Central Town don't know what happened in City A. The strife, sadness, and loneliness have nothing to do with them. Crystal slept well last night, but when she woke up, it was very early.

Nick accompanied her to the train station to pick up her luggage. The boss there seemed to know Nick and greeted them warmly. Before leaving, he also gave her two bags of oranges.

It was past nine o'clock when the two of them returned to the small painting studio. Business here was not very prosperous, and there were no customers all morning.

The girl who helped yesterday didn't come, so they were the only two people left in the store. Nick teased the cat with the cat food and let her take a look.

Most of the paintings on the wall are Nick's original works, and a small part are his imitations of famous painters. He is really accomplished in art, but there is obviously no one in this town who can understand him.

Crystal's attention yesterday was only focused on the water lilies in the middle, and she completely ignored the other works. Now she was admiring them in wonder.

But only now did she realize that many of Nick's paintings were filled with stars.

A lonely little star, a little star rejected by the stars, floating in the azure sky. The blue was deep and mysterious, so lonely and charming.

Crystal's heart tightened inexplicably when she saw it, "Brother."

Nick was currently teasing the cat with a homemade cat teasing stick. It was barely a cat teasing stick, but a feather tied to the bottle was enough for the big fat cat to have fun playing with it.

"What's the matter?"

"This painting of yours..."

Crystal choked, "It seems that most of the paintings are of starry skies."

"Is there a reason, or...just like it?"

Almost the same composition, a small star, the sky of different colors, without exception, the loneliness and solitude of the blue pool. He paused, "No reason."

Seeing his answer, Crystal couldn't continue to ask.

Perhaps it was because of the exhaustion of traveling these past few days that Crystal fell asleep again in the afternoon.

First, she dreamed of Nick. She dreamed of an event held in the town when he was a child. Nick had a pair of light green eyes, looking at her funnily.

Crystal couldn't move, and soon those indifferent green eyes gradually changed. She began to complain, and the temperament of the person in front of her also changed. She suddenly traveled from childhood to adulthood, to an unknown small house, a man was lying on the bed.

Crystal held her breath and almost didn't dare to move as she sensed a bit of danger. The man had dazzling short white hair, and his back was carelessly exposed. He breathed slightly, his chest rising and falling. Even though she tried her best to minimize her presence, her footsteps still woke the sleeping person. The person opened his eyes with an impatient look on his face.

He sat up from the bed with a very unhappy expression. He was good-looking. He got out of bed, stood up, and looked at her from top to bottom. His eyes were first mocking and condescending, then changed. Crystal panicked and lost her mind. Crystal's palms were sweaty. She dreamed of Brandon.