When Luo Xichen walked into the venue, Su Jiuge was still signing autographs for fans. He chose a relatively back corner seat and sat quietly waiting.
Since Wan Qing's death, he committed suicide several times, but he was woken up by a slap from Luo Mingxuan and Su Jiuge. If it weren't for the last words she left him, "Replace me and live well," he might have really
I can't survive today.
City X was a sad place and he didn't dare to stay. He would only come back and take her with him for a week or two every year on the anniversary of Wan Qing's death.
When a person's heart is dead, he has nothing to worry about. He went crazy and devoted all his energy to the merger and revenge of the Mafia forces, and soon unified the entire Italian Mafia.
In the past eight years, it has extended its tentacles to the entire European continent. Now, among the underworld forces in Europe, as long as Luo Xichen says one thing, no one dares to say another.
But he was not happy at all. If he could have achieved such an achievement eight years ago, Wan Qing would not have fallen into this fate.
If...he had the ability to protect her earlier...
"Xichen, you're here."
Just when he was still immersed in the sad mood of extreme self-blame, a gentle and calm voice came to his side, interrupting his thoughts.
Luo Xichen raised his head and saw Su Jiuge's extremely narrow and gentle eyes.
"Mom." The corners of his lips curled up slightly and he raised a faint smile, "Is the fan signing finished?"
"Well, it's over." Su Jiuge smiled and sat down next to him, patting his shoulder lovingly, "This is a memorial concert for Wan Qing, I knew you would definitely come.
"
Luo Xichen's icy eyes, which just had a hint of warmth, suddenly fell into a huge whirlpool of sadness, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry..."
"It's been eight years and I'm relieved. Why are you still blaming yourself?" Su Jiuge's narrow eyes flashed with a hint of unbearability, "I'm already old. Although I claim to be only forty-one years old, in fact I'm already old.
He’s forty-four years old. Xuan is getting old too. We’ve all let him go, why are you still unwilling to let yourself go?”
"I...can't do it." Luo Xichen lowered his voice, and his expression was so sad that it was numb, "When I was in Italy, there was not a day when I didn't miss her. Every night, I could dream about her,
Dreamed that I tortured her, dreamed that she gave her life to me, dreamed that she kept vomiting blood, dreamed that even if she died, she would throw herself into the lake and not let me see it, I..."
"Xichen!" Su Jiuge increased his tone and tried to regain his consciousness, "Don't do this! Wake up!"
Luo Xichen was stunned and closed his mouth. In the past eight years, he had a new problem. Whenever someone mentioned Wan Qing to him, he would keep mumbling to himself, as if he was in a daze.
generally.
He went to see a psychiatrist for two years, but it was of no use. The psychiatrist said that his heart knot was too heavy and there was no way to get rid of it.
"I'm sorry, mom..." Luo Xichen sighed softly, stretched out his hand and covered his forehead, "I'm sick again."
A touch of sadness flashed across Su Jiuge's face, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes revealed her age and vicissitudes. She stretched out her arms and gently hugged her stepson tightly. There was a faint trace of sadness in her bright pupils.
The water is sparkling.
"It's me who should be sorry. If I hadn't been too stubborn and insisted on breaking up the two of you, and took the initiative to take Wan Qing to see Hoshino Huang, so many tragic things would not have happened."