Ji Shuyun suddenly remembered, as if he had been wearing this color since he met Murong Qian......

The carved wooden windows were open, and light snow fell from them, some dotted the hem of his clothes, some hung on his quivering eyelashes. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info[Ran^Wen^Library][]. [774] [buy]. []

The snow melted by his body temperature and turned into droplets, sliding down the corners of his eyes, like tear stains, as if they could never be wiped off......

Even if he was just lying there quietly, Ji Shuyun still felt that kind of unrelieved deep sadness.

His invincible face has long since faded from that arrogance and self-confidence, and he is as fragile as a child.

He held the bottle in his left hand, and his mouth was babbling uneasy nonsense, while his right hand was bent in a strange arc, and bursts of bloody breath came at her in the smell of wine.

Ji Shuyun raised his eyebrows, Murong Qian's right hand was broken?

Walking towards Murong Qian, she stretched out her foot and kicked the edge of the soft couch, and said unhappily: "Hey, it's time to get up." ”

Murong Qian didn't react, his brows tightened, as if he was entangled in some nightmare, he shook his head helplessly in pain, and couldn't stop talking.

"Don't go...... Yun'er ......"

"Yun'er...... Not ......"

……

The brows tightened even tighter, but there was coldness in Ji Shuyun's eyes, and he kicked the soft couch vigorously, and shouted: "Murong Qian, Miss Ben will say it again, get up!" Otherwise, Miss Ben will end you with her own hands. ”

In a trance, Murong Qian felt that he heard the voice that worried him again.

There is no gentleness and infatuation in memory, only indifference and coldness, as if coming from the distant sky, he wants to capture, but his limbs are stiff and he can't move.

As if he had exhausted all his strength, Murong Qian slowly opened his eyes.

When the hazy and beautiful figure reflected in his soul, he even thought that he was hallucinating.

"Yun'er......" His voice was tense and trembling, with a hint of broken crying, "Yun'er...... Is that you......"

Ji Shuyun smacked his tongue impatiently, and grabbed his right hand from the two fronts, and the severed hand turned out to be a comminuted fracture!

His eyes narrowed slightly, Ji Shuyun was a little surprised, after all, Murong Qian's martial arts were not weak, who could beat him like this?

Ji Shuyun lowered his eyes and looked at his hand, and Murong's weak voice came: "Yun'er...... That day...... It's all my fault, it's not right...... I've been making mistakes every single day for the past six years...... Will you forgive me......"

"You crushed it yourself?" Ji Shuyun didn't seem to hear Murong Qian's words, but asked.

Listening to Ji Shuyun's words, there was some displeasure, Murong Qian's enchanting eyes were full of pleading, and he said cautiously: "That **** used this hand to beat you into the cliff, and I will make amends to you with this hand, okay?" ”

For more than half a month, he has been getting drunk every night, hoping to numb his body and make his heart feel less painful......

It's just that every time he gets drunk, Ji Shuyun's weak cry for help is clearer, and that day, the roar in the side hall of the Imperial Palace is a nightmare for him.

A nightmare that will never be dissipated for a lifetime......

He knew that he loved her, always, and always loved her!

But because of that ridiculous self-esteem and commitment, his love became pathetic and hateful!

It was he who pushed his beloved into the arms of others and ruined the feelings that he cherished all his life......

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Seeing Murong Qian's "reparation", Brother Wuji said that his crotch suddenly tightened...... Some eggs hurt......

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