There were quite a few characters, and he was afraid Zhao Shu wouldn't remember them, so he repeated them over and over again.
Zhao Shu felt her eyes welling up with tears. She wanted to tell him that she would definitely save him, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. His tone, as if he were leaving his last words, made the whole atmosphere extremely oppressive.
"Did you remember?" he asked finally.
"I've got it." Of all the words she could say, Zhao Shu could only utter these three words at this moment, which fulfilled his wish.
"If I die, the old party will definitely retaliate. Don't be soft-hearted, don't be afraid of a bad reputation, because even a bad reputation is better than death. Remember to visit my grave often, and don't let the grass grow tall and no one pull it up."
Zhao Shu couldn't speak because she could feel his pulse getting weaker and weaker, and his breath getting weaker and weaker.
“Zhao Shu, bury me at Jiulipo.”
"No." Parting is always the most painful. Zhao Shu couldn't think of how much contact she had with Huo Baichuan. They didn't have many things together, but he was always around her.
At first, he was an idol, a high and mighty idol. Later, he became a carefree playboy by her side. But she never forgot that there was a voice in her heart that Huo Baichuan was the Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, the ruler of the country. As long as he was there, she was not afraid of anything, even if the sky fell.
Isn't it absurd? Isn't it illogical? But the truth is, there's a reason behind it.
They sent someone to kidnap him from Jiulipo, which is how they came to have any contact.
“Why don’t you ask why it’s Jiulipo?” he said again.
"Why?"
"Because I like it."
Look, this is Huo Baichuan. All the sentimentality just now vanished because of this one sentence, but Zhao Shu was even more upset.
"Zhao Shu".
"kindness."
"Zhao Shu." His voice was even softer, so soft that Zhao Shu had to lower her head and put her ear close to his to hear him.
"Yes, I'm here."
"If I die soon, don't be afraid. Even if I become a ghost, I won't scare you."
Zhao Shu wanted to hit him, but he kept saying he was going to die. Wasn't that a bit too annoying?
"I've heard that dead people's faces are ugly, so don't look at them or you'll have nightmares. Anyway, I don't want you to remember me forever."
Zhao Shu thought that he didn't like her, otherwise why didn't he take the opportunity to confess? But that's Huo Baichuan for you. He would rather go to hell himself than let anyone accompany him.
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