Crystal said, "Nothing? I mean, what's your real identity in America? What is your organization? "
Unknowingly, when they met again, Crystal didn't argue with Spencer this time, neither did she treat him as a superior or a subordinate. They were just like old friends and had a nice chat.
Even spark felt it was strange this time. After losing contact with Crystal, Spencer thought a lot. He thought that he should be angry and excited when he saw her again, but he wasn't.
He was so glad that Crystal could come back. Nobody knew how flustered he was when he lost contact with Crystal completely. He was afraid that he would not see her again. But now she was back, but he was not as excited as he imagined. He really didn't know what was wrong with himself.
"Crystal, I'm sorry that I can't answer your question. I can't tell you the truth. It is an order from the organization and it must be kept confidential. If I tell you, not only me, even my family will be in danger."
Crystal said, "then tell me, are you the ruler of the whole organization?"
Spencer shook his head. "No. the only thing I can tell you is that my task three years ago was to pay attention to you and, at the right time... Save you!"
At this moment, Crystal suddenly stood up and said, "what did you say? Save me... Right time? "
Spencer nodded, "Yeah, you heard me right. My task is to save you and protect you in appropriate time. But, Crystal, you know, I will still save you even if there is no instruction."
Crystal interrupted him, "then why did you agree to cooperate with Mia and almost put me in jail? What's the difference between it and killing me? "
"I..." Spencer faltered
Crystal sneered, "Don't you think your words are inconsistent, Spencer? You wanted to kill me? You also wanted to protect me."
"Crystal, what I said is true!" said Spenc
, and continued, "Crystal, is your mother Chloe Xia, and your birthday is December 26"
Before Spencer could finish, Crystal cut in coldly, "you've done all these, haven't you? Is there anything strange? "
"No, Crystal. Your birth should be on the twelfth of June, right? You were not born on December 26th, right? And there is a butterfly birthmark on your right wrist. It usually does not appear. Only your tears can make it appear, right? "
Crystal was shocked. "You..."
Spencer was right. Crystal's birthday was Dec. 26th in the household register. Her real birthday was told by her mother, and the birthmark on her wrist was also seen on her mother's diary.
She suddenly remembered that on the day before her mother died, her mother, who seldom talked, held her in her arms and talked to her for a whole night. At that time, she was still young. She couldn't understand every word her mother said, but she kept one word in her heart.
Ivy, no matter what happens in the future, no matter how sad and sad you are, you can't cry. You can't cry in front of others. Your tears are precious, and can't be in vain. Have you got it? Ivy, you must keep this in mind. You can be sad and you can cry, but you can't shed tears, clear?