She is a real daughter with a thousand layers of vest

Chapter 993 Li Shu, Don’t Go
"Lishu..."

Huo Baiyuan's voice trembled, and he held the ashes scattered on the ground in his hands.

At this moment, a drop of water suddenly fell from the sky and hit the ground.

Huo Baiyuan suddenly stopped moving, looked up at the gray sky, and countless raindrops fell from the air one after another, hitting the ground with a loud noise.

The raindrops hit the ashes, instantly melting them into a pool of water.

"Lishu! No! No!"

Huo Baiyuan panicked and frantically reached out to grab the ashes on the ground, trying to hold them in his arms. He looked around helplessly, trying to find something to hold the ashes, but there was nothing except the fragments of the jar.

Nothing can contain his glass book.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the ashes and melting into a pool of turbid water. Huo Baiyuan scooped up the ashes with both hands, but the dissolved ashes flowed through his fingers.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep her.

He couldn't keep Lishu.

No...no...how could his glass book turn into a pool of dirty water?

Huo Baiyuan almost crawled on the ground, grabbing the ground with his hands, trying to gather the ashes into his arms, even a little bit, even if it was just a little bit left.

But he still couldn't catch up with the speed of the raindrops. He watched with his own eyes as the ashes instantly merged with the rain. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch them.

Huo Baiyuan finally started to cry, almost lying on the ground, folding his arms tightly, hugging the pool of rain water that melted the ashes, crying and begging: "Don't... Lishu, please... please, don't go..."

He had clearly found a way to revive her! He could have taken her away with him!

Why! Why!
He has waited for so many years and made so much effort. He just hopes that Lishu can come back to him. For this, he can even give up everything. But why is God unwilling to fulfill even such a small wish!
In the pouring rain, Huo Baiyuan lay on the ground in the most humble posture, crying loudly, with blood and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, staining the white silk red.

His hands were still pressed on the ground, his fingers clenched tightly, but he could only feel the rain that melted the ashes flowing through his arms little by little, and finally, disappearing completely.

There was nothing left, nothing at all except the pile of broken pieces of the jar. His arms were empty, and his heart felt like a hole had been drilled in it, with cold howling winds pouring in.

Even at this time, even though it had become a pool of ashes, Song Lishu still protected Huo Baiyuan for the last time.

Su Mi stepped on the rain, with old hatred in her eyes, and walked towards Huo Baiyuan.

Huo Baiyuan supported himself with his arms and slowly stood up. He looked at Su Mi raising the gun towards him. He did not dodge at all, nor did he make any movement. He just stared blankly.

With a loud bang, the bullet hit Huo Baiyuan's heart. He fell heavily to the ground, lying on his back on the cold ground, facing the sky. The cold raindrops hit his face, and the white silk stained with blood and tears slid down.

His vision was wet by the rain, and in the dimness, he seemed to see a familiar figure slowly walking towards him, and then squatting beside him.

It was Song Lishu holding an umbrella.

She tilted the umbrella to block the wind and rain for Huo Baiyuan. Her palms, covered with a thin layer of calluses, were still so soft as she gently wiped the rain off Huo Baiyuan's face.

She looked at Huo Baiyuan with a pair of affectionate eyes, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and she said softly: "A Yuan, it's raining, why are you lying here? You will catch a cold."

(End of this chapter)