He spoke haltingly.
"Lu Yuan, do you know? You and him are so alike!"
Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly. "Who is he?"
"Him? Hiccup, he is... a cold-blooded animal that you can't warm up no matter how you try to warm him up."
Lu Yuan was taken aback. This girl had someone she liked? And a cold, aloof soldier at that?
"But he's dead."
Oh? He died young?
Did he die a glorious death during a mission?
"Waaah, he's dead. Hiccup, he died saving me, waaaah, hiccup—"
Uh, this...
well!
Lu Yuan thought that this man would probably be deeply rooted in her heart for the rest of her life.
No wonder she was willing to marry him, a good-for-nothing like him. Even if it was fake, it must be because he resembled her sweetheart.
Hearing that she had someone she liked made me feel a little uneasy, but I wasn't particularly sad.
After all, everyone has someone they like.
We can be considered to be in the same boat.
To be separated from the one you love by death.
Alas, fate is truly unpredictable.
"Waaaaah, he's dead..."
Lu Yuan stared blankly at the girl who was already lying on the kang table, crying her eyes out, and sighed softly.
I moved my buttocks and shuffled over there.
She gently wiped away her tears and murmured softly.
"He's dead, so just treat me as him!"
These words seemed to be spoken to her, but also to himself.
Wen Moxue felt something touching her face and grabbed it.
Her hazy, watery eyes slowly lifted, but she couldn't see the person in front of her at all.
She suddenly hugged the person in front of her tightly.
"Brother Xiao, is that you?"
Lu Yuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he froze on the spot.
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