I want

"Miss Tham, how do you feel?" On the large TV screen, information about Tham Nhu disappeared. Instead, the image of Chu Than An.

Chu- The Big Young Master sat back leaning behind a large bookshelf. Chu Than An's cold face was exaggerated. The cold sound sounded in the living room.

Tham Nhu looked straight at the large television screen. In her eyes, it contains pain and is a little crazy.

A dirty black past has been breaking right in front of him. Moreover, this person is none other than her boyfriend's brother.

Those pasts are the same as rotting pus, it gradually spreads from the chest, swirling deep into the heart.

The mourning is pushed to the end.

The decaying, rotting in the disabled soul of a child abandoned by the whole world. What would be like, when that past seemed to have been buried by time, and one day was dug up.

The damage of rooting into the heart of the lungs, pain to the bone marrow. Each sword skewered straight into the chest, so painful that could not breathe.

In her tragic gaze, the small invisible small mark slowly broke into hundreds of small pieces. It followed her memories away, returning to the desperate pain.

Her body exudes mourning to the point of sadness.

No one can understand this pain.

"Miss Tham, why not say anything? What you just saw is true?"

Tham Nhu bites the jaw, and the emotions in the eyes were peaked at the peak:

"What do you want?"

The refreshing laughter rang out of the speaker of the screen.

"Miss Tham, it seems you are a smart girl!"

"What do you want?"

"Keep calm." Chu Than An clicked his lips and laughed. "Parley with Miss Tham, I can't be rude, she said it is true or not?"

Chu Than An's laughter made her goosebumps.

Although it is impossible to guess the purpose of Chu Than An accurately, she can guess the incident.

Perhaps because of the relationship between her and Chu Duan Ham. Chu Than An is the brother of Chu Duan Ham, he knows everything about her, telling the overwhelming past. Based on her temporary understanding of Chu Than An, she said that Chu Than An disagreed with the relationship between her and Chu Duan Ham.

"Miss Tham, we talk a bit, right?" Chu Than An asked a question.

In fact, after this question, Chu Than An immediately added:

"Those who keep silent while talking to me are all devil souls. Maybe Miss Tham also wants to join this group?"

"Of course not." Tham Nhu was dry and responded to a sentence.

"Ha ha ha! That's right!" Chu Than An lamented and laughed. "Smart people just need to say once to understand. I believe Miss Tham is also a smart person. The problem I am about to tell you, surely you can guess, right?"

Tham Nhu raised her head, her eyes facing the eyes of Chu Than An.

In the middle of the frame, Chu Than An stood up. Behind his back is not a big bookshelf but a picture of a famous painter in the Renaissance. Tham Nhu is not knowledgeable about painting, of course, she cannot know exactly what the name of this picture is. But based on the scene and drawing style of the artist, she can confirm that this picture is from a revival period.

"Miss Tham, do you realize this picture?"

Tham Nhu shook his head:

"I have never seen a picture similar to this picture!"

"Oh, sorry, right?" Chu Than An pretended to sigh.

Chu Than An turned the pen in his hand. The appearance is comfortable, without any obstacles.

"This picture is a simulation. It's not a real picture."

"..."

"Only thing..."

"...."

"The person who simulates this picture, Miss Tham knows who it is?"

"No."

"It's your biological mother, Miss Tham!"

"Mom ... my mother?" Tham Nhu was stunned to look up at the screen. The picture was immediately collected into her sight.

Must pay close attention to see abnormal points in the painting.

This is a picture depicting a bloody massacre in an ancient castle. The knight holding the sword in the picture points his nose toward his soldiers.

The war does not distinguish human blood, just an act of swinging the sword frantically. It can be seen that the hero was controlled by a certain force. Because on the body parts and heads of the hero, there is a fragile thread hanging on the upper part. Like a puppet manipulated and controlled by someone.

The strange point in this picture is not brave but it is the sword in his hand.

The nose was so sharp that it was possible to see the villain the person standing opposite the hero.

Chu Than An enlarges the picture.

The treasured sword in the arms of the hero reflected the image of a beautiful woman. This woman just smiled, her eyes carrying rare gentleness.

But the image of that woman is a bit familiar. It seems that this woman has many lines similar to the face of her biological mother.

In the memory of Tham Nhu, the image of the biological mother has been buried for a long time. She seemed to have forgotten her face.

But when looking at the picture, looking at the image of the woman smiling in a sword, she immediately felt her chest.

She did not know what the painful feeling that she was suffering was. She only knew that the relationship of motherhood made her mind glow. Like a switch. Once it is turned on, everything is related to the lines and the magnetic field of its influence will also change.

Her eyes darkened.

Her choked voice turned from the throat:

"How do you get this picture? Why do you know this picture was made by my mother?"

"It's not easy either." Chu Than An replied. "Anyway, her relatives. With all of her information, I can investigate clearly and accurately, that a picture of a dead person is dead, is it difficult? "

Tham Nhu did not understand a bit:

"Sir Chu, what do you want? Speak clearly!"

"You guess?"

Tham Nhu interrupted:

"I don't want to guess! There is something to say, please speak frankly!"

"Okay!" Chu Than An lamented and laughed. "I want you ..."

"...."