Xi Junyan didn't dare to touch Yi Mu at all. He looked at Yi Mu, who had his eyes tightly closed and his face covered in blood.
“I-Imu…”
With a lump of charcoal stuck in his throat, Xi Junyan spoke in a barely audible voice, as if afraid of startling Yi Mu.
Yi Mu seemed to be asleep; apart from being pale, there was no pain on his face.
Xi Junyan trembled as he reached out a hand and touched his cheek, which was still warm.
Xi Junyan pulled Yi Mu into his arms, his face touching Yi Mu's blood-stained forehead. Before tears could fall, his voice choked with emotion: "I was wrong."
He kissed Yimu's forehead again and again.
With tears in his eyes, he said, "I was wrong, I was wrong. I shouldn't have kept you by my side."
The person in his arms struggled almost imperceptibly. Xi Junyan felt as if he had been electrocuted and quickly lowered his head to cup Yi Mu's face.
"Imu!"
As Yi Mu gasped for his last breath, he opened his eyes and was startled by Xi Junyan's ugly face, which was covered in tears.
"Don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital, you'll be alright..."
Xi Junyan, not knowing who he was deceiving, picked up Yi Mu and ran towards the car.
Yi Mu was holding on to his last breath. He struggled to grab Xi Junyan's collar and said weakly, "Don't run away, it hurts."
Xi Junyan stopped moving and just looked down at him, his eyes red beyond belief.
In Yi Mu's memory, Xi Junyan was always impeccable, always impeccably dressed, with a cold, elite face, exuding nobility, and seemingly unmoved by emotions.
Yi Mu never expected to see Xi Junyan cry one day. He was acting so unlike a domineering CEO.
Yi Mu gasped for breath in pain, barely managing to say a few words to Xi Junyan.
"That woman Bai Lian, you better teach her a lesson for me, damn it... it hurts like hell..."
"You still lived with me... for those six months..."
Yi Mu coughed up a mouthful of blood in pain, and slowly loosened his grip on Xi Junyan's collar. "Those six months... were rather cute..."
He swallowed the rest of his words, too exhausted to speak.
Xi Junyan leaned closer and only heard four mumbled words: "Too bad technique..."
Yi Mu's hand fell completely to the ground, his eyes closed, and a faint crease appeared between his brows.
At that moment, Xi Junyan seemed to be frozen in ice, unable to hear any sound from the outside world.
Much later, when the ambulance arrived, someone tried to snatch Yi Mu from his arms, and Xi Junyan roared at everyone to get out of the way.
He carried Yimu back to the villa, locked the door, and wouldn't let anyone in.
Three days later, the old man came to the door and had the windows of the villa smashed.
No one knows what the old man said to Xi Junyan.
Even though no one in the Xi family had died, they held a grand funeral, with an enlarged photograph hanging in the mourning hall.
A photo of a handsome man smiling gently at the camera.
Many people are speculating about the man's relationship with the Xi family.
Not long after, news spread that the unknown man had been buried in a luxurious double tomb in the western suburbs.
I heard that the other grave was reserved for Nishi Junyan.
Things are developing in an ambiguous direction, and it's not hard to imagine what that person's identity is.
The eldest son of the Xi family, who is so popular with women, actually likes men.
This matter became a topic of conversation among everyone, but it didn't last long before it was replaced by another matter.
The young master of the Zhong family went to prison and was sentenced to twenty years in prison. It is said that he killed someone in a car accident.
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