Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 135
"Can you forgive me?"

Ling Yan felt a pain in her heart, and her sweet voice turned into tears: "You resign!"

"Okay, I'll resign, I'll resign now." Shangdu took out the phone from his pocket, entangled his fingertips, couldn't hold it steady, the phone fell to the ground with a thud, and the screen shattered.

He bent down to pick it up, his long black eyelashes trembling non-stop.

Call the past.

The ringtone seems to be prolonged by time, making people scratch their heads.

Lingyan held her breath, looked at him, and was startled when she saw his red eye circles.

She seemed to be no different from Shangdu's parents.

are hurting him.

They are all using his love to hurt him unscrupulously.

Lingyan's whole body was ice-cold, staring at the emotions deep in his pupils, her heart sank completely.

All because of her...

With red eyes, Lingyan snatched the phone from Shangdu's hand, hung up the phone, bit her lip, looked at Shangdu, tears could not stop falling down.

She handed the phone to him and said.

"Shangdu, I don't want to see you again."

she left.

go fast,

It seemed like he really didn't want to see him again.

Shangdu's eyes were as deep as the sea, filled with unknown emotions, he smashed his phone to pieces violently.

With slender legs, he rushed out and grabbed Lingyan, pressed her shoulders with both hands, and asked with red eyes.

"Ayayan, you love me dearly, don't treat me like this, I'm about to be driven crazy by you."

"If you don't want me to be a firefighter, I will resign. Don't say that you don't want to see me, I will die..."

Shang Du hugged Ling Yan and buried his head on her neck.

Lingyan was hugged in his arms without any resistance, the scene in front of her eyes was blurred by tears.

Suddenly, she paused.

The neck was wet, and those tears were hot, as if they were going to burn her skin, spreading all the way to her heart.

Lingyan's pupils shrank, she subconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes, and opened her mouth to speak, but her vocal cords were restrained, making her unable to make a sound.

The wind blowing in front of him was very cold, but the place where his tears fell was very hot.

He was crying, and Lingyan couldn't help but shed tears.

Lingyan was suffering in her heart, Shangdu was not feeling well, and she was not feeling well either, she was terrified because of Shangdu's job all day long, and the story of the general's death played in her mind over and over again.

She has felt the pain of losing her beloved one, it was a desperate and suffocating pain, she didn't want to experience it again, no one could say it, there was nowhere to vent, and the suppressed emotions repeatedly hit her rationality.

All the hurts, all the pain and helplessness, she was the only one who felt back and forth over and over again, and Ling Yan didn't know what to do.

Shangdu held her face and wiped away her tears bit by bit: "Don't cry, don't cry, it's my fault, I shouldn't be so fierce to you..."

"I was so selfish, I only cared about myself and forgot to take care of you."

Ayano was trembling all over.

Biting the flesh of her lip tightly, red blood spilled from the corner of her lip, she stared at Shangdu, her eyes were very red.

Shang Du went to hug her, whispered in her ear, coaxing her humbly.

Lingyan grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly: "Go home, I want to go home."

"Okay, go home, let's go home."

Shangdu picked her up and put her on the co-pilot of a black car.

This is a new one, I plan to drive this car and accompany her on a trip, I bought it specially.

But they quarreled, and she didn't even have time to sit down.

…………

Aya smoke had a dream.

In the dream, it seemed to return to the scene of the general wearing a war robe and holding an ice blade to fight on the battlefield.

The general was covered in blood, his dark battle robe was wet with blood, there were many bloody scars on his face, and bloodthirsty violence rolled in his eyes.

Dozens of soldiers roared and surrounded and fought him.

Blood flows into a river.

After an unknown amount of time, the general's hands, neck, and face were bleeding, and his eyes were red from being killed.

A dozen or so soldiers of the enemy raised their spears together and pierced the general's abdomen fiercely.

The general couldn't hold on any longer, spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, the redness of killing faded from his pitch-black eyes, and tears came with it.

He looked into the distance, his eyes full of nostalgia and apology.

boom!
The general fell heavily to the ground, moved by the sticky red blood, and with all his strength, he took out a purse from his chest.

Holding it tightly in the palm of his hand, he put it on his chapped lips, and took a deep breath.

There was a smile on his lips, he hadn't drank for a long time, and his voice was hoarse.

"Miss..."

"Why...the minister made a slip of the tongue this time..."

He coughed a few times, and blood rushed out from his lips.

"Don't remember me, find a good man to marry."

No one listened to what he had to say.

There are still wars around.

One after another corpses fell next to them.

The general had no more strength and slowly closed his eyes.

…………

Lingyan woke up suddenly, panting heavily, clutching her chest, the familiar sense of suffocation and despair pressing on her every step of the way, almost driving her crazy.

After a few minutes of relaxation, she realized that the room was completely dark.

Lingyan choked for a moment, couldn't help but hugged her knees, and hid in the bed and cried.

She cried very quietly.

If you don't listen carefully, you can't hear it at all.

Guang Guang watched helplessly in his consciousness, and clicked on the big screen to find Lingyan's information, but found nothing.

I want to speak comfort, but I don't know what to say.

Can only look helplessly.

The door was opened, and a faint light source illuminated the dark house.

Shang Du walked to the side of the bed, stretched out his hand to throw off the quilt, and hugged her.

"Why are you crying again?"

Lingyan didn't speak, just kept crying.

These dusty memories suddenly appeared in her mind and affected her.

This is Ayanomo's obsession.

Her past is an inextricable hatred.

Lingyan opened her mouth and bit on his shoulder, biting the bloody marks, and tears fell down.

Tasting the blood in his mouth, he let go, and leaned on his shoulder, trying to force back the tears.

The room was quiet except for the sound of her sobbing.

About half an hour passed.

Ling Yanmi's voice was hoarse: "I don't want you to resign."

"I know." He replied.

"I'm scared, Shangdu." Ling Yan paused, "But I forgot to respect you."

Shang Du kissed her forehead: "I know you are in a bad mood."

"Yanbao is the best."

"Let's go to other places to have a look. I've resigned, and I'll be with you from now on, okay?"

Lingyan's words were stuck in her throat, unable to speak, her dark eyes scanned his face.

Nodding hesitantly, he held his hand: "Okay."

Shang Du responded, pulled her hair behind her ears, tied it with a rubber band, and made it loose.

"It's already ten o'clock in the evening, Yanbao, are you hungry? I made dinner."

"I'm hungry." Lingyan tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Shangdu eyelashes.

Aya smoke is his bond.

No matter what he did before, he could rush forward recklessly.

But now that she is there, it is telling him that your life is very important, you have to live.

　Spoiler alert: Shangdu will always be a firefighter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)