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Thanos didn't look back.

He didn't dare - he was afraid of seeing a mocking smile or a disappointed expression, or an emotionless calm, and neither of these was what he expected.

After truly living as a mortal for a period of time, the former Mad Titan has realized how serious mistakes he made in the past. Because of this, he is fully aware that his daughter has the right to hate him.

He even has the right to kill him.

Thanos' right hand stayed on the curtain, rubbing it nervously, turning a small area into a wrinkled shape. At this moment, Gamora's voice came from behind him.

"I'm living a pretty good life, father. I met a pretty good man. Although he is stupid and can be very inconsistent sometimes, he loves me with all his heart."

"I also have a group of friends. We roam the universe and call ourselves the Guardians of the Galaxy. We occasionally serve as adventurers and explore some uninhabited planets. The income in this industry is pretty good, and I live a very comfortable life."

Listening to her voice and her relaxed tone, the first thing that filled Thanos's heart was not joy and relief.

But a kind of anger without reason.

——How can you have no hatred for me?

The black curtains in front of him gradually turned into chaotic colors. Thanos lowered his head with a wry smile on his face. Yes, what was more difficult for him to accept than hatred was Gamora's nonchalance.

Putting on a calm face without leaving any trace, he turned around and said, "Really? That would be great -"

The second half of the sentence he didn't have time to finish was swallowed by him. Gamora sat on the chair with a smile, and two lines of crystal tears fell straight down. When they dripped to the ground, Thanos's heart was at a loss.

The pain started without warning.

He subconsciously took two steps forward and reached out his hand, trying to wipe away her tears.

Thanos was suddenly startled, and some scenes in his memory emerged. He remembered that when Gamora was young, every time after training, she would hide alone and cry secretly because she couldn't bear it anymore, and Thanos would take her with her.

I secretly gave her all kinds of desserts, and then wiped the tears from her face.

The child gradually overlapped with the woman in front of him. His hand remained steady but did not move again.

Gamora didn't hide - but his hand stopped in mid-air and he took it back.

Thanos looked away: "...So, you came to me, what's the matter?"

"I don't know why I came to you, Father." Gamora said softly. "Maybe I just want to see you, maybe I want to kill you. I don't know, Father. I don't know how much I love you."

Some, I hate you more."

"You are a madman. You killed my mother and my compatriots. You took me into the cold and dark deep space and brought me to the brink of death countless times. You made me what I am today. I can kill you with a wave of my fingers.

A dozen civilians—but, I don’t want this.”

Gamora raised her hand, which was slender and well-jointed, but did not remind anyone of a pianist or artist. On the contrary, the seemingly weak fingers gave people an unbearable sharpness.

"These hands could have been used for other things, and you let them kill people. I killed a lot of people for you, Dad. A lot of innocent people, and I didn't want to kill them."

Thanos' ice-like expression finally melted, and his lips trembled, opening and closing, not knowing what to say.

"say something."

The daughter was sobbing - her tone was weak, which was an emotion he would never allow her to show in the past. At this time, his daughter was repeating these words over and over again, her tears turning into oceans and breaking to the ground.

Also broken along with it is someone's heart.

"Please, say something."

What should I say?

Apologize?

Can an apology make up for the loss of your life? I guess it can't, kid.

Looking into those eyes filled with tears, Thanos finally said only a few words, pale and weak: "I, I'm sorry."

"Jingle Bell--!"

The phone rang, breaking the embarrassing scene.

Thanos subconsciously stretched out his hand and pressed it on the receiver. The ringing continued. After three seconds, he realized that he should answer the phone.

He picked it up, and Aurora's voice came from the receiver: "Sir, something happened to Mrs. Hopkins."

"...What?" Thanos said, only to realize that his voice was hoarse and hoarse.

"She...she had a car accident on the way to the hospital. Mr. Hank passed by and found her. He called me and asked me to inform you."

Car accident?

Something familiar is slowly returning to Thanos's heart, and a certain intuition that is very familiar to him is tingling in his brain. The temples on both sides are beating crazily, and his voice is hoarse again: "Where is it?"

Aurora's voice quickly brought him back to reality, with worry and fear in the voice "...three blocks away."

"I understand, Aurora, thank you. I plan to get off work early today, please close the door for me."

Thanos hung up the phone and Gamora stood up. The time for father and daughter to talk has passed. After all, they can't express their feelings to each other like ordinary people. Some things can only be rotten in the stomach for a lifetime, and those that are spoken out,

In fact, there are already enough.

Gamora wiped her tears and smiled: "I remember you never apologized, father."

"I remember you never called me daddy."

Without saying more, Thanos picked up his coat and went out with Gamora.

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Hank is smoking.

His cigarettes are all hand-rolled and made by himself. The tobacco he paid to bring back from the city has a long and mellow aroma, and the smoke is burning and rising into the sky. He leaned in front of his car with a gloomy expression.

The sound of an ambulance could be heard, and a cordon had been put on the scene. Two young men were talking to the police who arrived with fearful expressions on their faces. They were witnesses.

A lifeless body was lifted onto a stretcher from the ground by two caregivers in white. In the distance, a man with a demented expression was being escorted into a police car.

There were scattered blood flowers on the ground, which looked like some kind of surreal painting, but it started to make his stomach feel a dull pain.

He knew that there was a high probability that this matter would not be that simple - that was not to mention whether such a coincidence would happen, and even if it did, he would go and have a good talk with that bastard.

A policeman approached. The autumn in Texas was not hot, but it was not cold either. He was wearing a short-sleeved uniform, carrying a reliable .45 in his waist, and nodded at Hank.

"Have you checked it out?" Hank smiled at him and put out the cigarette.

The policeman's name is Daniel. He and his wife are trying to conceive recently, and this news has spread far and wide in the town. He quit smoking and drinking, and even changed his habit of not eating vegetables, just to have a 'good luck'. Han

Ke didn't want his second-hand smoke to affect him.

"I found out - he was from out of town, not a local. He was drunk and driving at a low speed in the town. When he saw Mrs. Hopkins, he sped up and asked him without saying anything."

As Daniel spoke, he took a step forward, took off his police hat, and covered his police badge with his hand. His expression became gloomier: "Come to the police station later, I'll check the surveillance."

"Got it." Hank smiled at him again, but this time his smile had a slightly different meaning.