I just want to be a regular writer

The woman frowned for unknown reasons: "Huh?"

"At least I should apologize for hitting someone?" the blond young man asked, with impatience between his frowning eyebrows.

He waited patiently for a while, looking at the woman in front of him who was inexplicable but didn't mean to apologize and sighed: "I've been thinking just now, shouldn't I just meet someone who knows how to live or die by accident?"

"Are you lucky or unlucky?"

He asked, walking towards the woman.

"...You...what do you want to do?" When the young man's eyes were met, the woman finally calmed down.

She has never been a very flexible person, but after working for so many years, she will still see her winks.

this person......

"Hey! Don't come here!" The woman took a step back, clutching her bag.

Now, she hoped that the person following her was actually a robber.

The youth did not stop because she was slightly trembling, seemingly mixed with pleading words, his face was a little disturbed, and he glanced down at her hands with white knuckles clutching her handbag, and then "tsk!"

The woman had a bad instinct, turned around and ran.

But the blonde youth grabbed her high-tied ponytail and pulled her back.

"Why not apologize?"

"Have you never learned the words'Sorry' in school?"

"Why did you come out at this time?"

"Send to death?!"

"Why do you have to trouble me? Huh?!"

The youth's voice grew louder and louder, and the woman suddenly realized-these words...not all of them seemed to be spoken to her.

She couldn't think, raised her head hurriedly and looked at the young man, but saw a pair of bloodshot eyes.

'Ah, this person must have not slept well yesterday'

The woman was stunned by her own thoughts, and then she thought sadly--it turns out that when people are about to die, they think about these insignificant things...

She felt like she was going to die.

She opened her mouth. A few minutes ago, her mouth popping out like a machine gun seemed to be dumb.

The young man seemed to finally lose his patience, grabbing her head and banging against the gray concrete wall, making a "bang!"

"......Correct.."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The woman finally recovered her ability to speak, but the scene in front of her began to blur, and her stomach began to churn.

These apologies obviously did not satisfy the blond young man. He still clutched her ponytail, as if he did not intend to let go.

'I'll just say it'

'This is your nature'

'So I said we are the same kind'

The familiar voice rang in the blond young man's mind, with an annoying certainty that gave people a sense of superiority.

'Mr. Kira, I can't'return' in the future, I only have one life available'

Probably because of the reason for the more dangerous practice, another voice came out of the blond young man's mind.

He froze for a moment, and looked at the desperate woman in his hand.

Not worthy of sympathy.

Even in the past, he would do it.I just have to admit that if it were placed in the past, he would definitely not achieve this level.

The problem is-now some people feel that they have shaped him like this.

It's really disgusting and almost vomiting out.

When the woman was desperate, the blond young man finally let go.

He raised his hand and combed his messy blonde hair back with his fingers, and glanced at the woman who was kneeling on the ground.

Risa Fukada really did a lot of work. Such a city where everyone is a powder keg, coupled with his character, really has no life to live.

'What am I doing...'

He sighed and stretched out his hand toward the woman, his face full of oppression a second, but now he is like the gentleman who knows how to respect others in the world, "Sorry, I just think you should apologize to me."

The woman fainted upon hearing this.

"Tsk."

The blond young man smacked his lips slightly, retracted his hand without any psychological burden, took a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hand, and then left.

Chapter 082 Father

Standing in front of the curved mirror at the intersection, Risa Fukada raised her head and looked at the mirror in the mirror.

"...It's so stubborn."

She already knew how keen Jiliang Jiying was, she would no longer stare at Jiliang Jiying, that would undoubtedly expose herself in advance.

Now, not yet.

But it doesn't matter, just wait two more days-no, not even two days.

In other words.

Risa Fukada felt that she had been worrying too much, and now she only needs to find a place to sleep twice, and the victory will be completely settled.

In fact, she didn't need to stand here at all, watching Kira Yoshikage through a mirror.

She watched Kira Yoshikage in the mirror go further and further, until she turned and disappeared at the intersection, and sighed.

Obviously it was a little bit close.

Risa Fukada believed in her feelings—just now, Yoshikage Kira clearly wanted to kill that woman.

But he actually stopped!