"Ziyan, Ziyan," Ziya Jingmo suddenly grabbed Gu Nanyan's wrist, bending over halfway, his pupils obscured by mist, barely able to see what was in front of him, but he stubbornly asked, "You know Zixi's character best. I'm still alive, let alone him?"
"Isn't that right, Ziyan!"
Gu Nanyan, who was usually eloquent, couldn't open his mouth at this moment.
She could only support Ziya Jingmo to prevent her from collapsing, while she herself was also overwhelmed by immense sorrow.
“Chen Juanqing…” Xie Yunyu had never seen Shen Juanqing like this before. He was kneeling in the ruins, digging and searching desperately, completely losing the demeanor of a noble young master from the capital.
Xie Yunyu had seen Shen Juanqing's strategic planning on the training field, his eloquent speech on the podium, and his shy expression of love for her.
But I have never seen him so close to collapse.
“That’s not Zixi,” Shen Juanqing’s eyes were also filled with tears. He carefully grasped Xie Yunyu’s arms, his voice soft but exceptionally firm. “Ayu, Zixi is very intelligent. The only one who can rival him is Ziyan.”
“There are mechanical arts here, and Zixi’s mechanical arts are so advanced that even Ziyan cannot compete with them.”
"So, how could anything have happened to him?"
"We also made a promise to travel with our partners to explore the beautiful landscapes of the empire in the future."
"His body has only just begun to recover, how could he..."
They started learning and practicing martial arts together when they were eight or nine years old, causing trouble together, and being tormented by their master together.
I'm afraid that even blood-related sisters in the family are far less important than classmates.
Xie Yunyu opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.
The facts are there, but none of them are willing to accept them.
Even not searching for him would be better for them than this!
"Young Master Fu!" Feng You was still searching for survivors in the ruins when she saw Fu Muqian lying directly on the rubble.
Fu Muqian had already completed his work at a high intensity these past few days and came directly by private jet. Even on the plane, he did not rest because he was preparing something.
He drove to the Medical Alliance laboratory as soon as he got off the plane, where he witnessed the first explosion.
Fu Muqian knew that Wei Shengxi was inside.
He staggered out of the car and headed straight for the ruins.
Until now, we have never rested, never drunk a drop of water, and never eaten a drop of food!
“I’m fine,” Fu Muqian said, brushing Feng You’s hand away. His eyes were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse, and he had stubble on his chin. “Keep searching.”
"Keep searching!"
He kept searching through the ruins, even though his fingers were covered in blood and dust and he couldn't see the original state of the ruins, his clothes were tattered, and there were traces of explosion wounds on his left arm and left leg.
It seemed that only in this way could Wei Shengxi not die.
"My lord, the people in the hotel are causing trouble again," Nanwu reported.
Gu Nanyan's eyes flashed with a murderous aura. "Let the young master go over there and shut them up."
This means that if it doesn't involve human life, just keep quiet.
The young master here is naturally Gu Nansheng, the youngest son of the Gu family in this generation.
A young master with an eccentric temperament, making no attempt to conceal his obsessive and ruthless nature.
Nan Wu received the order and withdrew.
Gu Nanyan helped Ziya and Jingmo up, his glasses long since forgotten. "Zimo, go and rest."
She spoke softly, "This is Zixi's own choice, isn't it?"
Zixi came here with the determination to die.
The bomb here must have been planted by Wei Shengsui; that madman wants the entire medical alliance to be buried with Flanda!
Flanda's body has been stored in the Medical Alliance for over twenty years; the so-called "rebirth" is nothing but a joke.
Wei Shengsui understood this better than anyone else, but he was unwilling to let go of his obsession.
So why now…
Did Zixi say something?
Gu Nanyan had little contact with Wei Shengsui, so he didn't know much about him.
It's not a pity if a tiny life dies, but why Zixi!
"Ziyan..." Ziya Jingmo cried, tears streaming down her face, "Why! Why!"
"We clearly made a promise, didn't we? Why?"
With Wei Shengxi's abilities, if he himself is unwilling, who can stop him?!
Her voice was hoarse, filled with confusion.
Gu Nanyan embraced Ziya Jingmo, repeatedly saying, "This is Zixi's own choice. His choices will never change because of anyone. That's the real Zixi, isn't it?"
She no longer knew whether she was asking Ziya Jingmo a question or asking a question in return to express affirmation.
Ziya Jingmo clutched the Buddhist prayer beads tightly, sobbing uncontrollably in Gu Nanyan's arms until she fainted.
"Zhaojun, take Zimo to rest." Gu Nanyan handed Ziya Jingmo to Meng Zhaojun, who was standing to the side, his voice restrained.
"Yes." Meng Zhaojun was saddened by Wei Shengxi's death, but it was definitely not as saddening as Ziya Jingmo and the others.
She reached out and took Ziya Jingmo, gestured to Gu Nanyan, and carried him away.
Gu Xiujin and Slater Windsor were fine. They weren't particularly interested in the place to begin with, so they didn't come along and waited in the lobby of the medical exchange meeting.
There were also some people who were only interested in the instruments and medicinal materials, but they didn't come over.
Gu Nanyan strode over to Fu Muqian.
"Ziqian." Gu Nanyan's voice was low and filled with deep sorrow.
Fu Muqian ignored Gu Nanyan, only kneeling on the ground and scratching incessantly, muttering to himself, "Zixi, Zixi..."
"Fu Muqian!" Gu Nanyan stepped forward and pulled Fu Muqian up, opened his mouth, but could not utter a single word.
Fu Muqian could no longer hold back his tears, which gushed out.
Fu Muqian has never cried since he can remember.
He was the eldest grandson of the Fu family, and from a young age he knew that he would become a soldier.
Soldiers shed blood, not tears.
His public image is always one of unwavering resolve.
She might be unrestrained in front of her best friend, but she has never shed a single tear.
Now, the young master Fu, who once caused the entire imperial orphanage to be thoroughly cleansed, was weeping uncontrollably, as if a floodgate had been opened.
“Ziqian…” Gu Nanyan’s arms were trembling and his lips were quivering.
"Pfft..." Fu Muqian suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his sparse black hair visibly turned white rapidly!
He's about to fall to the ground in the next second.
Gu Nanyan and Feng You held Fu Muqian up. Gu Nanyan looked at Fu Muqian's short, silvery hair and a wave of grief washed over him.
"Feng You, you cover our retreat." Gu Nanyan tried to keep his voice calm and sound as normal as ever, but the tremor in his voice was undeniable.
"I'll... hug... him..." Fu Muqian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, tried to stand up straight, his voice hoarse, his eyes wide open, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes.
He wasn't discussing it; he was telling Gu Nanyan a decision.
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Don't cry yet, let the useless author cry for a while first.
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