He also has his own purpose.
Pan Shu will feel even more sorry for him.
really.
The little girl saw him lowering himself to the ground, his nose red from crying, and felt sorry for him, which made him feel soft-hearted.
She said she hated Zhou Younong.
Look.
The love that had not yet had a chance to grow was suppressed in its infancy by him.
He raised his eyebrows smugly.
What a pity. His stupid brother still refused to let him go and insisted on killing him.
Forget it...then let's put on a show for Meng Jingchi.
Just when Meng Jingchi thought he had died in Guannan, he came back and killed Meng Jingchi by surprise.
He locked Meng Jingchi in a dark cell and thought of thousands of ways to kill the young man.
But in the end.
She said she didn't want Meng Jingchi to die.
That's all.
Lu Xing actually fell in love with her.
At that moment, Meng Jingyue even wanted to imprison the little girl by his side forever, so that she could only see him.
But he was afraid that she would hate him.
at last--
Who would have thought.
Meng Jingchi died. She returned to China.
Meng Jingyue was a little grateful to his stupid brother for letting him see her again.
Lu Xing is dead.
Zhou Younong also died.
He was the only one left, a cripple who the doctors had determined would die early.
He survived to the end.
But, life is worse than death... Every moment of life is like being tortured to death, and he has become a walking corpse.
The soul is long gone, only a numb body remains.
Oh. That's right.
A blond boy named Mi Se came to Pan Shu with red eyes and holding a branch of osmanthus.
He looked at the boy for a long time.
The blond boy has a good appearance and noble temperament. This must be the peach blossom that the girl attracted while abroad.
Meng Jingyue smiled gently, "Hello, I am Shushu's husband."
The color drained from the blond boy's face in an instant.
Meng Jingyue smiled maliciously.
Later, when Mi Se learned that the little girl had passed away, she sat in front of her grave for a whole day in despair. The blond boy came to this strange country alone, and finally he chose to stay in Shangjing.
This is the hometown where she once lived.
Meng Jingyue thought.
The man who loves her loves her more than death.
And what about her.
Has she ever loved anyone?
Has her cold heart ever fallen on anyone for a short while?
The osmanthus flowers have fallen.
The young man slowly wiped away the wet tears on his cheeks.
He smiled gently, and the sharp knife slowly pierced into his heart. The heart that was beating for her slowly stopped and could no longer beat.
Osmanthus flowers bloom and fall.
Shushu.
Have you ever seen—
I planted osmanthus trees all over the city for you?
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