After they left, Ji Sihan looked at Zhou Bo who was standing aside, frightened to the pale face: "Create a doctor for Alan."
Uncle Zhou nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll call the doctor here..."
Zhou Bo walked out quickly, and Alan, who was lying on the ground, couldn't move, turned his eyes hard and looked at Ji Sihan.
When he saw his right hand wrapped in gauze, blood flowed from the air because he was holding the gun just now, his expression slightly confided.
"Mr. Ji, I'll help you stop the bleeding first."
She wanted to force herself to get up, but was stopped by him with a cold voice: "No need."
Ji Sihan dropped this sentence, turned around and walked to the sofa and sat down. His indifferent eyes looked coldly at the afterglow of the setting sun.
Seeing that his eyes were dull, Alan seemed to have lost the color of life and could no longer brighten it.
Seeing Ji Sihan like this, a deep sense of guilt suddenly surged into his heart...
She opened her belt and pulled her red lips and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ji..."
She had always thought that he didn't care about Miss Shu until he said to her in such a helpless tone on the phone:
Alan, it’s fine if others don’t know, don’t you?
She realized that he cared about Miss Shu very much, but just hid that care in his heart.
However, because of her unrestrained speculation, he did not know Miss Shu's physical condition and missed the last time to accompany her.
It was also because of her deliberate concealment that he did not see Miss Shu for the last time, which made them separate from each other with regrets.
When Alan thought of this, her guilt and guilt came in full bloom: "Mr. Ji, I'm sorry for you, and even more so sorry for Miss Shu. If it weren't for my implicated Miss Shu and offended Lian Xingruo, she wouldn't have passed away so early.
, I killed her..."
She was injured in the corner of her eyes and shed hot tears, but she still apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Ji Sihan glanced at her indifferently, his voice as cold as snow, but it was mixed with deep weakness: "It's not your fault, I slapped her and caused her to fall on the nail, which accelerated her
Death…”
After he said that, he raised his blood-covered peach blossom eyes and looked at her quietly: "Alan, I killed her..."
His voice as he pretended to be calm was full of despair, as if he had killed his beloved with his own hands, which made him never able to get out.
Alan looked at him in disbelief.
She thought it was Lian Xingruo's death move, but she didn't expect it was him.
No wonder he blamed himself for cutting his wrist in front of Miss Shu's grave. It turned out that the last blow was caused by him.
Alan wanted to ask if she had done it to protect Miss Shu, but she felt that the answer was not important now.
Miss Shu has passed away, and he will always live in the pain of guilt and loss of her forever...
Alan fell silent, Ji Sihan also withdrew his gaze and slowly looked at the afterglow outside the window.
He seemed to be waiting for the night to come. The light outside became darker, and the hatred in his eyes became deeper.
It was not until Zhou Bo brought the doctor in that he got up and left, his back so arrogant that he seemed to be the only one left in the world.
Ji Sihan came to the study, opened the locked drawer, and took out a gold-copper mask and a box of green plant juice from it.
He picked up the brush and pointed at his neck, drawing the blue dragon's appearance one by one...
After drawing, he picked up his cell phone and called out.
The other party quickly connected and asked respectfully: "Sir, what are your instructions?"
He stared coldly at the dark night that had fallen outside the window and said coldly: "Aze, the target of tonight, Lian Xingruo, Ning Wan."