The young man lay quietly on the ground.
There was a bloody mess under the dirty clothes, and the young man's cold and handsome features were calm, like a pool of stagnant water that would never move again.
He is very handsome.
Even the way he died was graceful and elegant.
Pan Shu's hands and feet felt cold, as if she was nailed to the spot and couldn't move at all.
"Zhou Younong..." Her red lips moved.
The wind has quieted down a bit.
She pulled the young man into her arms and gently brushed aside his messy hair. "Zhou Younong, don't sleep."
After a few seconds, Pan Shu chuckled, "Listen, they are all scolding you. Even when you died, they said you deserved it. You used your life to protect such a group of people."
But Zhou Younong never wanted to protect those people.
He protected—
Just a pretty girl.
"Host, do you want to leave the mission plane?" The system spoke at the right time.
Pan Shu paused, "Hmm."
The wind rustled in her ears, and she vaguely heard Meng Jingyue's voice.
The next second, she returned to the system space, and this is what she saw—
The young man, who had originally had a calm face, looked up as if he sensed something, only to see the girl slowly closing her eyes. In panic, Meng Jingyue fell heavily from the wheelchair.
He crawled towards Banshu in a panic.
His eyes were red as he called her name heartbreakingly, "Shushu!"
Meng Jingyue felt as if he had fallen into a dark, bottomless, cold ice cellar, and his limbs were terribly cold.
He knelt on the ground with his elbows against the rough, hard ground, his frail and thin body trembling slightly.
Pan Shu looked at the red corners of the young man's eyes and was stunned.
Meng Jingyue gritted his teeth and crawled to the girl's side, "Shushu... Shushu, open your eyes and look at me. Are you sleepy? Let's go home, go home..."
He pushed Zhou Younong's cold body away and carefully embraced Banshu, his fingertips trembling.
"Let's go home."
…
Osmanthus flowers fell all over the ground.
The bloody smell of Shangjing gradually dissipated in the fragrance of osmanthus flowers that filled the city.
The young man stood in the courtyard, his eyes dead silent. The next moment he seemed to remember something and hurried back into the house, "Shushu, the osmanthus flowers are almost gone. Come and see."
But.
Nothing.
The only response he received was a despairing silence.
Meng Jingyue slowly lowered his pair of noble and narrow fox eyes, with a faint red color at the corners of his eyes.
oh.
He vaguely remembered.
This is the third year since the little girl died.
When he brought the little girl home that day, the doctor said she had a sudden heart attack.
--heart disease.
How come he didn't know she had a heart disease?
The doctor was lying to him.
But Meng Jingyue asked all the doctors in Shangjing, and the answers he got were all the same: he died suddenly of a heart attack.
Meng Jingyue didn't believe it, but there was nothing he could do.
If his little girl were still alive, she would be 22 years old this year.
The first time Meng Jingyue saw her, he saw through her contemptuous and arrogant nature.
She felt wronged for marrying a disabled person like him, and Meng Jingyue knew it.
But Meng Jingyue didn't care, he just scolded her and told her to behave herself. After all, she was now the wife of Mr. Meng.
But she soon changed.
The face was still the same, but Meng Jingyue could no longer see through her.
She smiled sweetly at him with a sly look in her eyes, and grabbed his legs to ask if he had any reaction.
——Of course not.
She didn't feel disappointed, but just said "oh" obediently.
But Meng Jingyue knew that she was seducing him.
He told her not to be so self-indulgent.
But I feel a little confused.
Very annoying.
At night, his leg pain flared up, but he closed his eyes and didn't intend to take care of it, thinking that the pain would be gone after a while.
After all, he had been through this before.
But she noticed.
That was the best night of sleep Meng Jingyue had ever had.
Later, he fell in love with her more and more.
It was strange. It was as if this love had been dormant from the very beginning, and by the time he discovered it, it was already irreversible.
He accepted it calmly.
Falling in love with her. Not surprising at all.
Meng Jingchi returned to China.
He keenly noticed that his young wife seemed to have some thoughts about his younger brother.
He pretended not to know.
He only secretly resented his own frail nature, and blamed Meng Jingchi for not restraining himself from seducing his young wife.
It must not be her fault.
Until that thunderstorm night, he was afraid that she was scared, so he hurried back home, but he caught her having an affair with Meng Jingchi.
Yes. An affair.
Meng Jingchi said she had mistaken him for someone else. She thought the person she was having sex with was Meng Jingyue, not Meng Jingchi.
But ah.
Is this really the case?
Could it be that his cunning and scheming little wife, whom even he couldn't figure out, had really recognized the wrong person?
At that moment, countless dark thoughts surged and took shape in my heart.
He wanted to kill Meng Jingchi.
He did take action and did what he said.
But Meng Jingchi was beyond his expectations. He underestimated his younger brother and also underestimated the girl's ability to flirt with other men.
Zhou Younong, the famous Mr. Zhou San, actually fell for her.
That was the first time Meng Jingyue felt panic and despair.
Because he found that he and Zhou Younong were very similar.
But Zhou Younong's facial features are more delicate than his, and his temperament is more cold and unique than his, like a handful of snow on a snowy mountain that never melts, or like a green pine under a solitary cliff.
The most important thing is that Zhou Younong is not a disabled person.
Meng Jingyue felt extremely inferior, and his self-loathing almost plunged him into the abyss.
In that dilapidated warehouse.
Zhou Younong asked him to kneel down and commit suicide.
Meng Jingyue knew that he was humiliating him, but he did it anyway. Although he knew that Zhou Younong also liked her, he didn't dare to take the risk.
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