The light in the boy's eyes seemed to be extinguished in an instant by the wind and snow.
Ban Shu curled her lips nonchalantly.
He looked completely unconcerned.
She has always been so cold and heartless.
From that day on, Pan Shu never saw Jiang Chen again. Lu Xiyu began to force her to drink milk every day. It must be some pills that melted in the milk, and the taste was a bit astringent and hard to drink.
Pan Shu didn't like drinking, and Lu Xiyu was helpless, but he would coax her little by little, "Drink this cup, and you won't drink tomorrow."
But it will still happen the next day.
Panshu could feel her condition deteriorating rapidly, and it would worsen even faster if she didn't drink milk.
The wind and snow were raging outside the window. It was so cold that it was unbearable when the window was opened for just a moment.
In the snow, a young man with a gorgeous and delicate appearance was sitting in a wheelchair.
His hair had grown very long, with its jet-black strands covering his narrow, sharp eyes. His skin was so white and transparent that it almost blended in with the snow.
The boy's eyebrows and eyes were covered with white frost, and his hollow eyes were open, unmoved by the wind.
If you ignore him.
He might freeze to death in the snow.
Ban Shu poured the medicine-mixed milk in the cup into the sink, turned on the faucet, and let the gurgling water carry the milk away. Her movements were skillful, as she had done this more than once.
But this time, Lu Xiyu caught him red-handed.
Banshu raised her eyes.
The man's thin lips were tightly pursed, his lips were pale, and his face was even paler, making him look even colder and more indifferent.
His dark eyes slid and looked at Pan Shu, "How many times have you not drunk?"
Ban Shu paused, placed the cup on the sink, and raised her eyebrows. "I can't remember. I told you, I don't like drinking milk."
She didn't look guilty at all.
Lu Xiyu was almost angry to death.
A silent and strange atmosphere spread between the two of them. After a long moment, Lu Xiyu sighed, "You don't like milk, so you prefer medicine? When have you ever drunk any of those medicines when they were placed before you?"
"I don't want to drink anyway."
Pan Shu looked up at him and suddenly smiled. Her round eyes were clear and beautiful. "Actually, death is not that scary."
Lu Xiyu's face suddenly turned cold.
He stared at Ban Shu quietly for two seconds, picked up the glass that Ban Shu had placed on the sink, and without saying a word, turned on the faucet to rinse the light white milk stains on the wall of the glass.
As the slender fingertips slowly slid across the glass, there was a "crunching" sound of friction.
Halfway through washing, Lu Xiyu stopped.
He was stunned for a long time, his fingertips tightly gripping the cup, the flesh under his nails red. He said expressionlessly, "Banshu, you don't even want to live, do you?"
"You've made up your mind to leave me."
His voice sounded a little aggrieved, and a little indescribably violent.
Lu Xiyu has always had a bad temper.
But Banshu was not afraid of him.
Even when questioned by him like this, Pan Shu still raised her lips easily, "I'm not leaving you, I'm leaving this broken world."
I don’t know which sentence hit Lu Xiyu’s funny bone.
He suddenly laughed softly.
After taking off his black suit, Lu Xiyu crumpled it into a ball and threw it hard on the ground. The glass was also broken, but there was a thick blanket on the ground, so the glass rolled several times on the ground without breaking.
He stepped forward and tugged at his tie, "Then remember to take me with you when the time comes."
"In this broken world, whoever wants to live can live. I'm not going to live anyway."
In front of Pan Shu, Lu Xiyu was elegant, dignified, and a true flower of the upper class. He rarely... or never swore. When such words came out of his mouth, there was a fatal contrast.
Pan Shu hooked her arm around his neck and asked, "Do you dare?"
"Go to hell?" Lu Xiyu asked.
"Um."
Lu Xiyu sneered, "Who isn't afraid of death? I'm not a god, and who knows if there's an afterlife after I die? But if you die, I don't want to live anymore."
He lowered his voice, and it became gentle again, "Because I want to spend my next life with you."
Pan Shu laughed, "That's impossible."
"You only make me angry." Lu Xiyu's eyes were red. "I can't understand why I could fall in love with a nasty woman like you."
Playing with his emotions so effortlessly.
Never respond to him.
He came forward with eager eyes like a dog.
Who would have thought that the great President Lu, who was involved in both black and white affairs, didn't even have a formal status.
It's really miserable.
"Lu Xiyu." Ban Shu's fingertips were wrapped around his tie.
"what."
"Go check on Jiang Zhao."
“…”
Lu Xiyu held her breath and said, "No."
"Go and see if he's dead." Pan Shu smiled faintly, "If he's dead, I can't live anymore."
At that time, Lu Xiyu did not understand the deep meaning of this sentence.
I don’t understand the fateful entanglement between Jiang Zhao and Ban Shu.
If you think about it carefully, it seems that any man who loves her never has a good ending.
This is the case with Jiang Chen, Jiang Zhao, and Lu Xiyu is no exception.
Lu Xiyu was inexplicably irritated.
He rubbed his hair, took out his cell phone, lowered his head and tapped on it. His voice seemed to be icy, "Pack up that thing in the snow and send it back to the Jiang family. Don't dirty my land here."
Lu Xiyu never concealed his ill will towards the two Jiang brothers.
It's jealousy.
So even if they were jealous of each other, they couldn't even ask, "Who is more important, the two in the Jiang family or me?"
It's all self-humiliation anyway.
There's nothing to ask.
Lu Xiyu has always known that he was just jealous. Both Jiang Chen and Jiang Zhao were more important than him. Because of jealousy, he spared no effort to suppress them.
Pan Shu tilted her head and looked at him for a while, then suddenly said, "Lu Xiyu, if I die, you'd better live well."
Throwing down the phone, Lu Xiyu rushed over to her and pressed her on the bed, "Why?"
"Wouldn't it be nice to have someone else accompany you?"
"The road to the underworld is so lonely."
"You are so beautiful. Even if you become a ghost, you will be the most beautiful and sexy ghost. What if a little ghost teases you?"
"If anyone bullies you, I can help you pay it back."
Pan Shu sniffed, and a sweet and fishy taste surged in her throat again. She closed her eyes and muttered slowly, "Who dares to bully me?"
After hearing this, Lu Xiyu laughed.
The big hands gently ruffled her hair.
He can't leave her.
The phone that Lu Xiyu had casually thrown aside rang. He answered it irritably, "What's the matter?"
Not knowing what was said on the other end of the phone, Lu Xiyu curled her lips in a gloating manner, "Is he dead?"
"Not dead." said the person on the other end of the phone.
"Tsk." A somewhat regretful tone.
After saying a few more words, he hung up the phone and met Panshu's gaze.
Lu Xiyu said nonchalantly, "Why are you looking at me?"
"Lu Xiyu."
Ban Shu whispered, "I might..."
"I'm really going to die."
After saying this, she arched her body in pain and vomited blood in large mouthfuls.
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