When he was eighteen years old, Snape met a pair of blue eyes with undisguised fear and hatred.
When he was six years old, Sein huddled in the corner of the cabinet and a tall and thin black figure was deeply imprinted in his mind.
The first half of Snape's life was chaotic. He was a shadow in a cramped house, a genius with amazing talents, a gloomy and lonely half-blood prince, and a paranoid who wandered in the darkness and enjoyed awe.
Sein's childhood was half sweet and half bitter. She was a princess doted on by her parents, a delicate flower who didn't know the difference between sorrow and sadness in the world, and a loner with hatred in her eyes.
The 30-year-old Severus sneered, uncovering another long-lost memory, and watched her collapse with an almost cold expression.
"I hate you." Tears welled up in Sein's eyes.
When they met again, she was covered in scars, and the rugged scars on the back of her fair neck were just like the sharp light in her blue eyes.
"You should be lucky that this is Hogwarts." She slowly put down her wand, looking reluctantly into his calm black eyes, but ignored his hand that was gripping the edge of the table too hard.
He knew she loved him, and she knew he loved her.
But he knew that he had sinned deeply, and she knew that she could not help herself.
Since Xiansheng has been a little busy recently, I will stop updating for a while. It's not a scam!
Intention: love and relief
