Xia Xiwan did not want to hear the name "Lu Zixian" for a long time because she could not forgive him for what he had done.
However, just now Lu Hanting told her that that man was no longer there. He had passed away a few months ago... Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
She didn't know why she jumped, as if she suddenly felt panicked at that moment. Her sixth sense had always been very effective. When Lu Hanting took out the clean medical manual from Tsinghua University, she suddenly felt
Just guessed it.
only......
But, she really couldn't accept it.
He changed his destiny for her and became the blood of a child.
He pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword for her and revived Lanlou.
He is only... 27 years old, but he is no longer.
All the injuries are fake, and under every plot is his tender and affectionate waiting. Xia Xiwan has never wanted to owe others in her life. A drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring. What she fears most in life is to let down.
, However, Lu Zixian became the biggest regret and deepest pain in her life.
Xia Xiwan stretched out her trembling hands and covered her face. At this moment, she burst into tears, any hot tears running between her fingers.
Lu Hanting's eyes were red, and he stretched out his arms to hold Xia Xiwan in his arms. The moonlight was dim tonight, and sadness overwhelmed them like a tide.
...
Lu Hanting and Xia Xiwan immediately left for Huaxi. Lu Zixian was alone when he left, and now they went back to see him.
Lu Zixian was born in the imperial capital and was the second son of the Lu family. However, he was not buried in the imperial capital or moved into the Lu family's tomb. He was just buried by the Luoshui River.
Xia Xiwan was wearing a black coat and stood quietly in front of the tombstone. At this time, West China had entered the coldest season. There was a photo of Lu Zixian on the tombstone. His cold and elegant appearance was engraved here for eternity.
Lu Hanting was sitting in a wheelchair, and the secretary next to him whispered, "President, the old lady has already learned the bad news about Master Zixian. Her hair turned gray overnight. Fortunately, Aunt Yinyin is by her side, but...
After all, Young Master Zixian is a descendant and bloodline of the Lu family. His roots are in the imperial capital. The old lady has also spoken, should we... take Young Master Zixian home?"
Lu Hanting looked at Xia Xiwan by the river. She stopped talking all the way back. Now she was standing quietly beside Lu Zixian. He did not go over or disturb her because he knew that this was her and Lu Zixian.
Envious time.
Lu Hanting opened his thin lips lightly, "Who takes care of Zixian's funeral affairs?"
"It's young master Yiyi."
Lu Hanting slowly raised his thin lips, and then murmured, "That's it, what Yiyi means is what Zixian means, go home, which home should you go to?"
The imperial capital is not Zi Xian’s home.
Zi Xian left home when he was young and started wandering around very early. He took care of himself and grew up.
Lu Hanting raised his head and looked at the Luoshui River. When Huaxi Lanlou and the Sharks fought, the water of Lanlou's ancestors dyed half of Luoshui red. Later that night, Zi Xian pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword, and the sky was filled with red clouds. From then on,
The water of the Luo River has also been washed away.
Now the entire Luo River is crystal clear, with sparkling waves, and the sound of gurgling water can be heard in the ears. Rows of evergreen trees line the riverside, and it has become a beautiful appearance of long flowing water and tranquility over the years.