Chapter 846: A Gift from the Young Marshal to Love [74]
Suddenly, Zhuo Ran walked up to Zhong Xin with difficulty, raised his hand, grabbed her hand, and murmured coaxingly: "Zhong Xin... don't be like this... it's all my fault, you have to punish me."
If you want to scold me, just do it to me alone. Don't embarrass me. She doesn't know anything. In her heart, she has always regarded you as her dearest second sister..."
Yi Jian's eyes suddenly became violent at that moment, and he suddenly fired a shot at Zhuoran's feet: "Shut up!"
What is he talking about?!
Is he crazy?
Isn’t it hard enough to dislike things?!
Saying these words to Zhong Xin will only make Zhong Xin feel deeper and stronger jealousy towards Zhong Qing... obviously it will completely break up their sisterhood!
Sure enough, Zhong Xin's expression had become a little distorted. At this time, he still cared about Zhong Qing... Could it be that he didn't see that among these people, she was the most seriously injured?
She is the one who hurts the most...
Zhong Xin grabbed Zhuo Ran's hand tightly, holding it so hard that her own heart ached.
Looking at Zhuo Ran, there was a touch of desolation and sadness in his eyes...
Once upon a time, that young man in white clothes held her in his arms and told her the most melodious love words in the world. Just being looked at by him for a long time made her feel that she would be the happiest person in the world.
, she still remembers that when he made those promises to her, his expression was so cheerful and resolute.
Promises...are lies told by men to women, saying that they are liars and those who listen to them are fools.
Zhong Xin smiled sadly, and then slowly pushed Zhuo Ran away. Looking down at the hole made by Yi Jian's dark gun, she suddenly started laughing crazily.
Her laughter was like a curse, it sounded so eerie and terrifying.
There were two lines of clear tears in the corners of his eyes, flowing down slowly.
After a long time, she gently pushed Zhuo Ran away, turned her head, and looked at Yi Jian, "What would you do if... I want to find love?"
Yi Jian pursed her lips, and a layer of arrogant murderous aura bloomed all over her body: "It has nothing to do with her."
These things have nothing to do with her.
In her heart, one is her dearest second sister, and the other is her most beloved second brother-in-law. There is no other unnecessary emotion at all.
