Chapter 69 Sorry

The sound of wind whistled past Lovey's ears. The call page displayed on the phone screen had been exited and the other party had hung up.

Lovi frowned and looked at the vast road ahead.

He was almost at the agreed bridge.

The cool evening breeze brushed across his face again and again, blowing his clothes up and down, but it still couldn't suppress the intense restlessness in his heart, causing his emotions to become inexplicably anxious.

The call was hung up, and the phone screen showed the WeChat page he had been on before answering the call.

There were several more replies under the message he sent to Xie Yuchen.

[The Hualuo Yunding Restaurant closes at 11 o'clock. ]

[The scenery here is beautiful and perfect for watching fireworks. ]

[I ordered your favorite dish, but there was no bitter melon, knowing you don’t like it. ]

Nothing he said was related to Lowe's words "Don't wait for me", but every word he said was "I will wait for you".

Lowe's reply consisted of only three words.

[sorry. ]

I'm sorry, Xie Yuchen, I may really have to break my promise.

Seven o'clock was approaching, and Lowe quickened his pace and simply ran against the wind.

The evening breeze came slowly, and his clothes fluttered in the wind. The young man was so unrestrained and uninhibited that he seemed to be able to resist all the troubles in this world.

But things didn't go as planned, and people can never predict the future.

This high-spirited run was actually a death warrant for him.

Stepping onto the bridge, Lovey saw the familiar figure. He stopped and slowed down his heartbeat which had been beating violently from his sprint just now.

It was during these few seconds of pause that he saw Su Qiyan walk out of the sidewalk and towards the truck speeding on the avenue.

Isn't it about changing back your body?

Isn't it about changing back your body?

His pupils suddenly shrank and his eyes widened, and he shouted at Su Qiyan helplessly: "What are you doing!!!"

He couldn't see the shape of Su Qiyan's lips, nor did he know what he was saying to him.

All the fear and panic were drowned the moment the truck hit Su Qiyan.

He watched his body being knocked flying like a limp rag doll before his eyes. Then, everything went black in front of his eyes, and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, his consciousness dissipating in the wind.

The sound of flesh hitting the ground with great force echoed in my ears, and the deafening roar of the truck resounded through the sky, causing a brief tinnitus that almost caused me to lose my hearing.

His skin was scratched and cut, and thick blood oozed out. The strong smell of blood surrounded him. He clearly felt that the bones wrapped in the flesh were broken, and even the bone joints were aching slightly.

The taste of rust spread in his throat, and the smell of blood was so strong that it made him want to vomit.

But he couldn't use any strength in his body. He just felt pain, so much pain.

Why is it bleeding?

A calm and steady voice that should have been calm but with a hint of panic came into his ears, which were gradually fading from the tinnitus: "Lolo!"

It’s the eldest brother.

Lovey wanted to laugh, but the slightest movement seemed to cause pain in all his internal organs.

He could only try his best to open his eyes. He wanted to see Luo Heng, to tell Luo Heng that his Luo Luo was back.

But he couldn't open his mouth because it was in so much pain that he felt like vomiting blood.

He could only use all his strength to open his eyes a little, and all he could see was a figure looming down and completely enveloping his body, mind and soul.

Brother, why are you here so late?

Yes, you can’t blame your brother, he is very busy.

Brother, I'm glad you came...

Lolo, it hurts so much.

The evening glow fills the sky with crimson, and the setting sun covers the blue sky.

The setting sun was blood red, and after the sunset, the sky slowly fell into darkness like an overwhelming blanket.

As his eyelids drooped heavily, Lowe's world fell into complete darkness.