Chapter 917


    Dora wanted to ask more questions. "Crystal is your younger sister. Am I not?"


    But she couldn''t.


    She had always been a gentle, poor, and generous person, so she shouldn''t have asked such


    aggressive questions.


    Danny frowned and nced at Marcus. Marcus shrugged his shoulders and said that although he had


    let Antony go, he did not expect that he had really brought Crystal out.


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    Daxton gave Antony a solemn look and said, "I don''t think she has any room for negotiation on this


    matter."


    Antony didn''t seem to notice the warning in her father''s words. She shook Crystal''s hand and said


    softly, "Go."


    Crystal walked up to Harold step by step.


    It was obvious that she was standing and he was sitting, but the way he looked at her was still high and


    mighty. Crystal could not look down on her.


    She was only 19 years old this year. In the first eighteen years, she had been living in a small vige,


    where there were beautiful mountains and clear waters. There might be annoying people and


    disgusting things, but there were no sinister plots that could shatter someone to pieces. She was


    suddenly dragged into City W, a prosperous and rich ce. It seemed to be out of ce. Her


    innocence had be her fatal weakness.


    No one knew how much courage she poured into each step as she approached Harold, and no one


    knew what she was thinking in that moment. In the vast ballroom, the only sound that could be heard


    was Crystal''s footsteps, clear and distinct.


    She looked at Harold for a while, her face as pale as the snow in the sky. Then she pulled down the


    scarf and asked, "Are you going to marry Dora?"


    Harold didn''t reply immediately, which made Dora''s heart skip a beat.


    She knew how much Harold doted on Crystal before. However, she was afraid that when Harold''s


    feelings for Crystal were restored, she, Dora, would be aplete joke.


    When Crystal was innocent, she was no match for her. Crystal''s hands were stained with blood and


    she became a murderer. Was she still no match for her?!


    After a few seconds of silence, Harold smiled. "You don''t have the right to ask me this question."


    Crystal looked at the ceiling and held back her tears. She took a deep breath and said, "Answer me."


    She looked at Harold stubbornly, as if she wouldn''t give up until she got an answer.


    This little girl was stubborn. She didn''t believe what others said. She only listened to Harold. Even


    though she had already known the answer, she still had to tear the wound open with her own hands,


    revealing the bloody interior, subjecting herself to another round of pain.


    She didn''t know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, or maybe a few seconds. The man''s eyes were


    cold, like the ancient ice and snow on the top of the mountain. He gave her the answer she wanted.


    "Yes."


    At that moment, Crystal''s heart skipped a beat. It was as if her heart could no longer bear such a heavy


    pain and was about to explode in her chest. In an instant, she tasted the smell of blood in her throat.


    Even though she had tried her best to endure it, she could not stand still.


    "Crystal!" Antony cried out in shock. She rushed over and tried to support her, but Crystal himself held


    on to the corner of the table and steadied himself.


    The veins on the back of her white hand were distinct. She grabbed the corner of the table with all her


    strength. Her joints were white, and she almost used all her strength.


    Crystal knew that Harold didn''t love Dora. The engagement was just a way topletely cut ties with


    her, but she was still so sad that she felt like she was going to die.


    Outside the ballroom was a small garden. The wisteria vines on the perg had be bare, and the


    tall shadows of deciduous trees fell on the snowy ground. The cold wind howled, carrying the snow


    along with it, like a roll of tape, carrying her love in the past neen years. It all faded away with the


    wind and melted with the snow.


    Crystal closed her eyes slightly and bent over to kiss the corner of Harold''s lips. The blood in her throat


    spilled out and stained his lips, as if it was the most ambiguous ending.


    She said, "Okay."


    I DON''T WANT YOU ANYMORE.