The wind picked up, and the waves crashed on the island's rocky shore, splashing up snow-white spray several feet high. The crashing sound was like some kind of shrill cry, mixed with Cheng Liuli's suppressed choking cry, which was touching!
Mrs. Qiangwei, who was standing far away, was about to step forward when she saw this, but Bieyesluo grabbed her and said, "Don't go, let her vent it out. She has been suppressed for too long. It is not necessarily a bad thing to cry out."
, she must learn to accept this reality and cannot avoid it forever..."
Mrs. Qiangwei thought for a while, and finally stood there, looking pitifully at the mournful Cheng Liuli who was lying on the tombstone...
The sea wind howls and the waves are like snow.
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Yesilo, Madam Qiangwei and their group seemed to be petrified on the edge of the green island.
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Cheng Liuli had been crying for who knows how long. He almost couldn't hold his breath from crying, but he still couldn't shed a single tear.
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Suddenly, Mrs. Qiangwei let out a scream and covered her mouth tightly with both hands!
Yesilo's dull black pupils suddenly shrank, his jaw tightened into stiff edges, and he looked so frightened and angry that he couldn't believe it——
A few feet away, Cheng Liuli slowly raised his head, and two streaks of blood flowed out from his crystal-clear jade face!
That was blood! Shocking blood! No tears flowed from Cheng Liuli's eyes, but blood flowed out!
"Wandering!" Yesi Luo shook off the cigarette butt in his hand and strode forward!
At the same time, Cheng Liuli suddenly stood up, shouted sharply, "Alan——" and ran wildly in the opposite direction of Yesilo!
In front of the plant altars carved into various animal shapes, a misty white shadow suddenly flashed past!
As erratic as a white gull flying over the sea, and the shadow of its wings fluttering past, and so swift as if it were just an illusion!
"Alan, I see you, come out, come out -" Cheng Liuli stumbled forward, blood and tears still streaming down his face.
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With a pop, she fell to the ground, got up on her hands and knees, and continued to crawl forward.
Plop, another fall——
She had just recovered from a serious illness. She was already very weak, and due to excessive grief, her legs were simply weak and she could not exert much strength.
This time, a pair of warm hands picked her up from the ground, and her trembling body was held tightly in the man's arms. The man's voice also contained traces of choked sobs, "Wandering, Chu Yilun
After death, there is no such person as Chu Yilun in this world anymore...Liang, am I wrong, I shouldn't have brought you to this sad place..."
The blood on her face was wiped away by the man with his thumb. The man's hands were also stained with blood. Looking at her, there was a pain like rolling lava deep in the dark eyes.
"No, let me go! Let me go! I saw Chu Yilun, right next to the peacock-shaped holly!" Cheng Liuli was held tightly in Ye Suluo's arms, but his hands moved forward sadly.
Stretching out, "I saw him, I swear I really saw him, Yesuluo, please let me go, let me go find him, please, please..."
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She cried so hard that she couldn't breathe, and her face was covered with bloodstains. The shocking blood was like an endless spring, flowing, and flowing.
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Her clothes, Yesi Luo's hands, and the front of her shirt were all dyed a ferocious red!