Every time I moved a rock, I held Mu Mu in the hope that he might be trapped under that rock, waiting for him to rescue him.
Expected again and again, disappointed again and again.
He opened another big stone, and there was still stone inside.
‘Boom’ he knelt on his knees, raised his head and shouted at the sky: “It’s me who deserves to be damned, it’s me.”
A man doesn't shed tears lightly, but he hasn't reached the point where he is sad.
Incomparably precious tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, something he thought he would never have.
He lay on the ground and cried bitterly, "I deserve to die, I deserve to die, I deserve to die."
He snatched her away from Qin Ningrui, who loved her so much but didn't know how to cherish her, and hurt her again and again. It was him who deserved to die. He was the one who deserved to die.
"It's a pity that I didn't bring a camera."
A clear and sweet voice came from behind him, saying it was a pity, but there was no hint of pity in his tone.
Instead, it was lazily with a hint of ridicule.
Lu Yifan thought he was overly sad and had auditory hallucinations. He was stunned for a moment.
The familiar voice continued: "If the video of Er Shao Lu kneeling and crying is sold, I guess I won't have to fight for the rest of my life."
This time the sarcasm in his words was a little stronger.
Lu Yifan's heartbeat seemed to have stopped for a moment. His expression was dazed. He slowly straightened up and turned his head to look back in shock and fear.
Breathing stopped again.
The woman was wearing a torn camouflage T-shirt, and her short hair was wet and stuck to her head. Her small face was bathed in the morning breeze, and it was still so bright that it made his eyes light up.
Mu Mu was holding a rabbit covered in blood in one hand and a knife in the other, standing on the mountain more than ten meters away from him.
She looked lazily at Lu Yifan, who was kneeling on the ground and had forgotten how to react. There was a hint of a smile on the corner of her mouth, which was the same as her tone just now, with a strong sense of sarcasm.
Lu Yifan's eyes passed over her expression, moving to the bloody rabbit, the bleeding knife, and the lonely little figure.
But looking at her calm expression, it didn't look like she had just experienced a catastrophe.
Countless words flashed through his mind, domineering, domineering, domineering...
Countless domineering words are omitted here.
She can always bring him different surprises, different shocks, and different surprises.
"Mu Mu." Being overwhelmed by the surprise, Lu Yifan stood up, forgetting that there were rocks of different shapes under his feet, and stepped out with his long legs,
Stepping into the crevices of rocks, falling, getting up, falling, getting up again.
The little person stood motionless, looking down at the man who was rolling and crawling towards her.
He was no longer well-dressed and elegant. He looked as embarrassed as if he had escaped from somewhere. His soaked shirt was stained with mud and clung to his body.
Several buttons on his chest fell off, revealing his pure white chest. The deep and shallow scratches from branches were very conspicuous on his pure white skin.
Mu Mu suppressed the hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and his expression became cold and hard.
Her mood should no longer fluctuate for this person. He will cause you as much pain as he can move you.
Lu Yifan crossed one big stone after another. The distance was only more than ten meters, but it seemed as if he were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.
He wished he could step in front of that person, hold her and feel her.
Finally, he climbed up the high mountains and arrived in front of Mu Mu. The palms of his hands almost peeled off a layer of skin and were covered with sand and mud.
