Gong Ji was at a loss, looking at the man who was dying on her lap, her lips trembled: "Luo, Luocheng, don't scare me......"

The last moment was fine, he was talking and laughing, he was high-spirited, how could he become like this in the blink of an eye.

Luo Cheng raised his hand with great difficulty, wanting to touch Gong Ji's face, but he couldn't.

Seeing this, Gong Ji hurriedly grabbed his hand.

Luo Cheng opened his lips with a loud voice: "Old, wife, I, I may not be able to do it......"

"No, no, you're going to be fine, you're going to be fine...... Gong Ji's tears dripped down the back of Luo Cheng's hand and face like pearls with broken threads, and the blood on the ground melted little by little, flooding into blood flowers in her snow-white dress.

"You, why are you crying?" Luo Cheng reluctantly looked at Gong Ji who was raining down tears.

He thought that this woman couldn't cry, didn't know how to cry, but it wasn't. The first time he saw her cry, it was in this situation.

Gong Ji wiped away her tears indiscriminately, and choked up: "I didn't cry......" Even so, her tears still couldn't stop sliding down and couldn't make a sound.

"Old, wife, do you love, love me?" asked L.A. almost silently, looking at the crying woman with blank eyes.

Gong Ji nodded vigorously, and tears couldn't stop falling: "I love you, I've always loved you, Luo Cheng, you can't have anything, what should I do if you have something?"

Yes, she loves Los Angeles, knowing that this is a man who can't love, like, or befriend, she still can't help falling in love with him. She thought that she would never have the opportunity to tell him this fact in her life, she thought that one day she would silently walk away with her love for this man, and completely withdraw from his life with the only little dignity and pride left, and never cross paths with him again.

In the end, she was defeated, and when Los Angeles was dying, she couldn't lie to herself anymore.

Gong Ji hugged Luo Cheng and cried like a child, and the noisy surroundings gradually quieted down, and the silence was a little weird.

Gong Ji, who was buried in Luo Cheng's arms, opened her misty teary eyes and looked at the people around her.

Everyone had a sneering smile on their faces, as if they were laughing at her indiscretion, but Luo Chun stood at the forefront and looked at her coldly, with a hint of pity in his eyes,

She looked at the man in her arms, he looked straight at her, and said word by word: "Gong Ji, you lost!"

He struggled out of Gong Ji's arms, took off his blood-stained suit, threw it aside, and looked down at Gong Ji from above, so arrogant, so unstoppable.

Gong Ji's tears were not dry, and she sat on the ground in her original posture. Her snow-white dress was stained with blood, and perhaps, there were her worthless tears in it.

The flashing lights around her continued, like a tide, overwhelmingly rushing towards Gong Ji, almost wanting to drown her.

If it were a disaster to meet L.A., she would be willing to endure such a catastrophe.

She struggled to her feet, staggering forward. One of her shoes fell off, but she didn't notice it, and just like that, Gong Ji walked out of the crowd barefoot under the gaze of everyone......

Luo Cheng watched Gong Ji walk away step by step, feeling that this woman seemed to never look back, completely out of his life, and his heart seemed to be hollowed out.

He thought he would be happy and proud, but who knew that in the end, there was only emptiness left in his heart, endless emptiness......

"The palace reporter may lose, L.A., but you don't necessarily win her, maybe you only lose both. When Tang Shaobai passed by Luo Cheng's side, his footsteps paused and his lips opened lightly.