Quickly wear the villain, he is soft and sweet

Chapter 1692 Except for Liyuan, there is no such song [108]

The clock was ticking, the rain outside the window was pattering, and the bluestone path was filled with rain. Everything was so quiet that it seemed to be the law of nature.

Looking at the gray sky outside the window with lifeless and empty black eyes, the thin figure stood there as if dead still.

It was not known how many days it was, he stood there looking out the window, not moving or speaking.

Everyone in the house fell into a sad mood.

Qiu Shui, who was crying silently and sadly with red eyes, leaned against Adjutant Su's arms, her tears could not come out, her eyes were like rabbits.

But she knew that there was a person in this house who was more sad and sad than her.

He couldn't cry, but the rain outside seemed to fall on his heart, and he collapsed instantly.

The old butler outside the door wiped his tears and looked sadly at the second master in front of the window. He opened his mouth to comfort the second master, but he became dumb and couldn't speak.

He stood at the door with steaming food.

That day, Morning Bay pier was blown up.

All nearby buildings were blown to pieces.

When they arrived, Morning Bay Pier was no longer the same.

There was only one corpse that looked like coke.

But they all knew that it was neither the second master nor the wife.

After everyone searched to no avail, they dived into the water to look for the second master and his wife.

Emperor Tian paid off, after searching for a day and a night, they found the second master and his wife hugging tightly on a river beach near the downstream of Chenwan Pier.

At that time, the second master and his wife hugged each other tightly.

Although he lost all consciousness, Second Master's hand was like hard iron, and he couldn't break it apart no matter what.

In the end, the two were carried back to the commander's mansion together.

but……

Thinking of the lifeless person lying on the bed in the next room, the old housekeeper's eyes suddenly turned red.

It's been a day since the second master woke up, but he didn't expect that the second master didn't make any trouble, just stood outside the window like a lost soul, so quiet to death.

A whole day of rain has been pattering, sad and desolate.

Suddenly, the dead silence was broken.

The standing city wall seemed to collapse and be destroyed in an instant.

The thin and slender figure shook his shoulders and covered his face helplessly.

The old butler was heartbroken and his eyes were red.

Gods who have no desires and desires save all living beings with their own bodies, but who will save the gods in the end?
no one no one

Those who walk alone in the dark night have exhausted their luck to meet the light

结果
Lost by myself

Standing there like a puppet
lost soul

lost heart

The old butler came in with food, trying to persuade and comfort him.

"Second Master, eat something, or your body won't be able to take it..."

The figure in front of the window is thin and slender, the western-style snow-white shirt is loosely worn on the body, and the figure looks precarious.

The man turned around slowly.

His eyes were bloodshot and red.

The old butler was very sad, put down the things in his hands and hurried over to help him.

He just said hoarsely:
"Where is she?"

The old butler looked at the second master who was as powerful as a god's mansion so decadent and dejected, his eyes were red.

He opened his mouth, and the old housekeeper choked up.

"Second Master, Madam is lying next door. The doctor said that Madam's heart and lungs were injured because of the proximity of the bomb. In addition, Madam's body is already weak, and she has been soaked in water for a day and a night. She has... lost her breath..."

Although Miss Shen hasn't married their second master yet, they all know that she is the second young lady of the second master.

"..."

Everything seemed dead silent.

He brushed off the old butler's hand, and rushed to the next room frantically.

The door was pushed open.

It was very quiet inside.

He looked at the person on the bed.

He walked slowly to the bed and sat down.

The dark eyes were lifeless and empty.

The young man's snow-white fingertips trembled extremely, and slowly, slowly, he took her hand.

The old housekeeper who rushed over looked at the back of the second master in despair, endured the grief in his heart, and stood at the door.

He heard the young man's hoarse voice, slowly saying in an extremely hoarse voice:
"She's just mad at me and doesn't want to open her eyes to look at me."

"...she doesn't want to see me, she hates me"

"Qingqing, I was wrong, can you take a look at me?"

"Aren't you going to kill me? If I don't move, you come and kill me, okay?"

The young man spoke very slowly, pausing for a few seconds almost every word, and taking several minutes to finish a sentence.

Empty eyes, slow murmur, as if talking to himself.

At this moment, the old housekeeper couldn't bear the pain in his heart.

Unspeakable grief.

(End of this chapter)