As if feeling her fear of the dark, she forced a smile and nodded. Suddenly she thought that he couldn't see in the dark, so she hummed softly: "Yeah!"
The dark road seemed so long, almost endless, surrounded by a silent world. Except for her and Yun Zheng's footsteps, there was no sound.
She was half-embraced in his arms, and slowly walked away step by step towards the dark place without any light.
The smell of Yun Zheng's body has always been a light woody fragrance, which smells very good. If you smell it carefully, you can taste a faint medicinal fragrance in the light woody fragrance. It is fresh and not annoying at all.
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Even though their posture was so intimate at this time, she couldn't see his face, couldn't see his figure, couldn't see their hands holding each other, and couldn't see the road under their feet. In the darkness, she could only feel the man.
He was breathing more and more rapidly, feeling the man's footsteps getting heavier and heavier.
In the darkness, she cried silently, biting her lips and not daring to make a sound.
Everyone in the world knew that Yunzheng was weak and mentally ill. But his glorious record of winning every battle, his unparalleled medical skills, and his high status always made people ignore him easily.
It turned out that he was a patient suffering from many illnesses.
Just like him a moment ago, he always thought that he could support the world, but when his rapid breathing and heavier footsteps sounded, Lin Qingran felt pain, pain, and regret.
He is just a patient!
That boulder was so huge, and he was just flesh and blood. He was probably seriously injured, but at this time, she didn't even have the courage to ask.
At this moment, the man with almost half of his body leaning on hers let her know that his body's endurance had reached its limit, but she had nothing to think about and could only pretend to know nothing.
Lin Qingran was confused. Is such a person really the God of War, King Yun, who makes all the soldiers in the world fear him? Is he really the King Yun who makes the Dongming royal family deeply afraid?
He is just a patient suffering from a disease!
"Xiao Ran!" Yun Zheng's deep voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Another tear fell silently from Lin Qingran's eyes, but she immediately responded calmly, "Huh?"
"Your tears are almost overflowing!" His low voice was filled with pity and distress. Even though Lin Qingran couldn't see it, she could guess his helpless expression at this moment.
"No way?" She sniffed slightly, blinked her eyes, and tried to swallow back the tears, but the tears seemed to be uncontrollable and had their own consciousness, and kept falling, one drop after another.
, fell on the back of his hand, like the hot flames of a volcanic eruption, burning him from his skin to his heart, almost painful and making him unable to breathe.
This kind of pain is far worse than the physical pain a thousand times.
Yun Zheng has always known how much influence the girl in front of him has on him.
Not to mention the hot tears at this moment, even a slight frown can make him heartbroken.
"Damn it!" He suddenly stopped, hugged her tightly in his arms with great force, and accurately climbed up her face with one hand in the darkness: "You're not crying, what is this?"
There was a piece of moisture in his hands, like a vast ocean, drowning him. If he could, he would pick the stars in the sky. He only wished that she would be healthy and happy throughout her life and never shed tears - even for him.
His big hands covered her pretty face. This action made her nose feel sore. When someone saw through it, she sobbed a few times and cried softly: "You, bully me!"