Chapter 1071 Xiao He VS Talira

Midway through the party, Xiao He temporarily left to go to the restroom.

On his way back, he encountered Talira again.

The woman leaned against the wall of the dark corridor, slowly smoking a cigarette.

As Xiao He drew closer, she looked at him, her grey-green eyes flickering in the darkness, strangely eerie.

Xiao He, however, was not afraid of her gaze at all, and instead took the initiative to walk over.

Want a cigarette?

She raised the cigarette in her hand.

"No." Xiao He shrugged. "I don't smoke tobacco."

Talira paused for a moment, then let out a genuine snort of disdain: "Heh."

Having escaped the sight of the other people, she had no interest in flirting with Xiao He at this moment. She simply raised her hand, took another drag of her cigarette, tilted her head slightly, and exhaled a large amount of smoke towards the young man in front of her.

In the hazy smoke, the young man held his breath slightly, but seemed to be carefully discerning the scents in the air. Then he squinted his eyes: "Your scent?"

"What? Aren't you Chinese people usually reserved? You're not subtle at all when you speak."

Talira said sarcastically, "My face is rotting and stinking! Are you satisfied now? Weren't you happy when you were gossiping about me with that gorilla Movens? One injection of baby needle can cover up 80% of the poison spots on my body. Without it, my face would rot along with those drug addictions—little lamb from China, you probably don't even know what leaves taste like, do you?"

The woman's harshness was like a sharp thorn, but it first pierced herself, leaving her covered in blood, completely peeling away her flesh to reveal her hideous and disgusting bones, mocking and provoking this clueless fellow.

Upon hearing her words, the person in front of her did indeed fall silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I haven't tried it and I won't."

He apologized for relying too much on the system and thus making a preconceived judgment about Talira.

The smell made him think the woman in front of him was some kind of perverted, super-criminal.

However, Talira harbored ill intentions towards him and now wanted to cooperate with the Mecariler family to harm him. Therefore, while Xiao He briefly reflected on his °• N ?? v ?? l i g h t •° over-trust of the "sense of his kind," he still did not lower his guard at all.

In fact, through many past events, he has clearly understood that a person's goodness or badness is not immutable.

He may have been a good person before, but he could also become a bad person later. He may have been a bad person before, but at some point he might suddenly want to do good deeds.

To simply use crime to distinguish between good and bad people is, to some extent, quite idealistic.

Hearing Xiao He's matter-of-fact reply, Talila was somewhat surprised, then continued to show a mocking expression on her face: "Hypocritical."

Xiao He wasn't mocked; he simply looked at her calmly and said, "Maybe a little, but my persona, both domestically and internationally, has always leaned towards villainy, so your words aren't offensive to me; rather, they sound like a compliment."

This time, Talila was truly speechless.

She stared at Xiao He for a long time, took another drag of her cigarette, and then said, "Judging from this, you are indeed different from others. I had a Chinese fan who really liked me before. She found out at an offline event that I had been addicted to various drugs and narcotics, and she immediately advised me to quit..."

As she spoke of the past, her grey-green eyes narrowed slowly in the smoke, as if she were truly reminiscing about something. Her tone was calm, but the mockery at the corners of her mouth was impossible to suppress: "She was so kind, so compassionate, so ridiculous."

These people were already rotten from the very beginning, unknowingly following others in their environment into the mud. Many of them may never realize what they are living in before their brains are corroded by drugs, and they continue to live unknowingly until death.

Even if she became one of the lucky ones, escaped that environment, and became one of the millions, so what if she is now a dazzling superstar?

This means she has to pay a much higher price to maintain her physical appearance, and it also means that her life, her fate, and everything about her are now firmly in someone else's hands.

So when she saw that pure and innocent Chinese girl, that beautiful soul so well protected by the country, Talila felt jealous.

When she heard the Chinese girl advising her to quit, she felt like going crazy.

Her physical appearance was still beautiful, but her soul was so filthy and ugly.

But what did she do wrong?

Her mother, her father, her brothers, her friends, her boyfriend... everyone was like that. Who knows if she was born with those traits!

What could she do?

She has become a part of me, in my bones and soul, in my thoughts and in my life.

She can't leave; she can only wait to die.

So after listening to that person's advice, Talira just sneered.

later......

That fan went back to China, back to safe land.

Talira never saw her again.

That's right. For Chinese people, this is the most intolerable thing.

It's quite normal that she doesn't like herself anymore.

But at this moment, looking at Xiao He's completely different Chinese face through the smoke, Talila couldn't help but think of that fan again.

She wasn't famous back then, and this little fan had probably long forgotten about her.

Talira smiled and shook her head, then continued smoking.

Unexpectedly, when she recalled some things from the past, Xiao He also spoke up, and he too thought of an old friend.

"You remind me of someone I used to know."

“I saved her twice, but she still died in the end, and almost caused harm to others.”

Xiao He thought for a moment, then said, "I don't sympathize with her. After all, she deserved what she did. It's just that her end was truly regrettable."

Talira flicked her cigarette ash, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Xiao He's words, but said listlessly, "If you want to have a deep conversation with me and reminisce about the past, I wouldn't mind if we went back to the hotel now and had a proper chat."

Xiao He sighed helplessly, "Then let's forget about it."

"cut."

Talira stubbed out her cigarette and pulled out a room key from her pocket: "If you change your mind, I'll welcome you anytime."

Xiao He didn't take the room key, or even give it a second glance. He simply waved the smoke in front of him and passed by Talila: "If you don't want to die, you'd better leave Cannes as soon as possible. This is my kind advice—you can think of me as someone who's just as sympathetic as that fan back then."

He came from China and was not a criminal; he simply could not ignore the loss of a vibrant life.

But Xiao He knew that some things were perhaps beyond change.

Because she knew none of them could save her.

She couldn't save herself either.

So... he could only ensure that he had a clear conscience at this moment.