He shouted over and over again, and his own echo echoed in the empty room.
He turned his head to look for it, and his deep, narrow eyes slowly lost focus, becoming hollow and pale.
He is like a lost child, searching all over the world.
What are you looking for?
Find his heart.
His heart was lost.
Opening the door to the room, he ran out. The man was wearing black silk pajamas, and the cold wind of late autumn blew his pajamas.
The wind blows up in the middle of the night, and Li Shang arrives.
His steps were fast and chaotic, without the calmness of the past. He ran all the way, and the blood along the way was like blooming poppies, deadly and coquettish.
Wreaths!
He wants to find his Yingluo.
At this time, a familiar and pleasant voice came to my ears, "Sijue."
Lu Sijue paused in his steps and quickly turned around. A slender figure walked out of the darkness, Liu Yingluo.
Liu Yingluo was thirsty at night, but she got up to pour some water. Soon she heard Lu Sijue's voice.
She walked over and saw him, and...his bloodstains along the way.
"Si Jue, what's wrong with you?" Liu Yingluo walked over quickly.
Lu Sijue reached out and pulled her into his arms, his handsome face buried in her hair, "Yingluo, so you are here. I have been looking for you for a long, long time."
Lowering his head, he kissed her forehead and murmured, "Yingluo, I miss you."
He said, Yingluo, I miss you.
I really think about it.
Twenty years have passed, and this belated message - I miss you.
He hugged her tightly, holding her tighter and tighter.
"Si Jue, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Your foot is injured. Let me take a look quickly..."
Liu Yingluo's words stopped abruptly in the next second, because she felt her cheeks were moist and tears fell on her face.
he......
Liu Yingluo's pupils shrank.
Lu Sijue hugged her tightly, but his heart was still empty and there was no sense of security.
A layer of water mist condensed in the eyes, and the layer of water mist grew more and more. Finally, tears fell down one by one.
He began to cry, shaking his straight shoulders, and kept crying.
He hugged her and cried bitterly.
The road of love in this life has been bumpy and bumpy, my face has not aged, my heart has become weak. In just a few decades, I have traveled through mountains and rivers, as if I have crossed a vast ocean.
Traveling over mountains and ridges, one is surrounded by vicissitudes of life.
There are no sweet scenes in my memory. This love-hate encounter is so heavy that it hurts to recall it.
Never got it, always been waiting.
I have never been loved, yet I am still losing.
The softness in his heart that he had been paranoid about in this life was all given to her.
She was like poison, making him extremely ill.
One drop, two drops, three drops... fell on Liu Yingluo's face, making her little face wet.