Chapter 503


    When Harold found her, he saw her looking out of the window in a daze.


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    In fact, there was no good scenery outside the window, but a few children were ying in the garden. He


    walked over and held Crystal’s cold hands. He frowned slightly and asked, “What did Danny say?”


    Crystal shook her head. “He didn’t say anything.”


    She lowered her eyshes and said, “Brother is… very generous. I’ve gone too far. He didn’t argue with


    me.”


    She forced a smile. “If he didn’t argue, that means he didn’t care.”


    When she was Coco, she was treated well by Danny. But when she became Crystal, she was no longer


    worthy.


    Harold took her into his arms, touched her hair, and said, “It doesn’t matter whether he cares about it or


    not.”


    Crystal smiled. “Do you still want to say that no one else is important because I have you?”


    Harold didn’t answer or deny it.


    Crystal lowered her head and looked at a purple crystal on her skirt. She said in a low voice, “There will


    be manyplicated rtionships in this world. Family, friends, enemies, lovers… They are all very


    important.”


    “Actually, you care a lot about the Evans family, Harold said.


    Crystal sighed lightly. “The blood lineage is so strange. They and I were both born from the same womb.


    Maybe it was fate that’s why I couldn’t even stand by and watch.”


    “They don’t like me, and they don’t treat me well. I didn’t grow up with them too. I have no feelings for


    them, but I feel ufortable because of their indifference. Isn’t it particrly pretentious?” Harold didn’t


    have any siblings, so he couldn’t understand Crystal’s worries. However, he took in everything Crystal


    had and slowly said, “It’s not your fault.”


    “But in this matter, no one is wrong.” Crystal said, “It’s not wrong for my mother to want to give birth to


    me. It’s not wrong for my father to hate me. It’s not wrong for my brother to dislike me…”


    “It’s not wrong for you to survive.” Harold picked up a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. His


    voice was very deep. “Crystal, don’t think about yourself like that.”


    “Of course, I don’t think it’s my fault.” Crystal narrowed her eyes. “I’m just analyzing it with you. Do I have


    to be unhappy all day just because they don’t like me? I won’t.”


    Harold felt that this little girl was really strange.


    It was her who was weak and it was her who was acting strong.


    He suddenly remembered what she looked like.


    Like the same stream of water, it was the softest, but it would also condense into hard ice in the


    cold winter.


    “Crystal,” Harold suddenly said.


    “Hmm?” Crystal looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”


    Harold said, “I want to kiss you.”


    Crystal blushed and said slowly, “How do you want me to answer you?”


    Harold smiled. “I don’t need your answer.”


    He hugged Crystal’s thin waist and said, “I’m just informing you.”


    At this time, the stars and the moon were in the sky. The sky was clear, the night wind was blowing


    outside the window, and there was the fragrance of flowers. The children’sughter dispelled the chirping


    of cicadas and insects, breaking the silence of the night. The cold moonlight fell like a broken mirror.


    Countless mirror fragments scattered on the ground, reflecting the figures holding each other in the


    round window.


    They kissed each other on a starry night.


    It seemed that the night was flowing silently and slowly. Dawn would nevere again, and it didn’t


    matter.