Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Didn’t I miss him, I drew thousands of portraits of him. ****Missing every night, loving for a long time of more than ten years... It's just a few short months of leaving, how can you say that you don't love and you don't love.

Is the person in front of me really Dong Gong Zi Toru?

Except for his bland appearance that makes Gong Zihua unsure, everything else is exactly the same.

No matter who it is, it is really Gong Zihua's last support.

Gong Zihua grabbed his shoulders fiercely, fearing that he would disappear if he let go...

"Ache... If you want me to live, I will live..." He gently kissed his eyebrows and the tip of his nose, "If you want me to die, then I will die."

What do you mean?

Gong Zihua was flustered: "Are you alive or dead! He~mother~ said..."

The charming voice spread out in the quiet night...

After all, Gong Zihua was exhausted. After traveling for so long in the forest and being beaten all over by Xius, she fell into a coma not long after.

In the dream, he tossed and turned the nightmare, feeling uncomfortable again and again.

He suddenly woke up from his dream and sat up, covered in sweat.

Tsk...it hurts...

It really was a dream?He fell asleep?

The heart is like a big stone falling down in an instant, sinking endlessly.

Gong Zihua panicked and wanted to roar heart-piercingly.

The bone seemed to have been rolled over. He pressed his chest and found that it was wrapped in white gauze.

A faint peppermint medicinal smell emanates.

Gong Zihua turned around, and vaguely saw a figure sleeping beside her in the darkness.

Gong Zihua was stunned again, as if she didn't believe it, she stretched out a finger to check... the heat of the person...

In addition to the smell of medicine, there is also the smell of Donggong Ziche in the air... a smell of joy after love...

After he passed out, Donggong Ziche scrubbed his whole body and carried him onto the bed on the second floor in the tree hole.

Two big men squeezed into a 1.8-meter bed, and the heat was very hot.

It's not a dream, it's real...

Gong Zihua clenched her fists, her eyelashes were wet with tears, and cried bitterly in the dark.

Staring at Dong Gongziche's sleeping face, Gong Zihua cried so much that he didn't dare to make a sound.

Suddenly, an arm stretched out from the darkness, grabbed his wrist and pulled it into his arms: "Ache...are you really going to become a woman?"

Can't stop crying.

Gong Zihua punched Donggong Ziche on the chest: "Are you alive!?"

"I'm alive," he whispered, "but I'm dead."

"..."

"The former Dong Gongzi is completely dead... now Hughes is still alive." He said softly, "But Hughes without Yuan Yeche, living would be better than death?!"

In the darkness, his empty eyes were slowly stained with a strange light...

"You came to me because of that heart. Gratitude?" He laughed softly, "Still, I feel ashamed."

Gong Zihua's throat seemed to be choked, and she couldn't breathe from crying.

"I don't need your pity...here, I'm doing just as well."

This is why he is cold?

Gong Zihua bit his shoulder fiercely, and after calming down for a long time, he finally found his suppressed voice: "If I am because of - missing?"

Donggong Ziche's body visibly trembled.

"I miss you."

These three words are very heavy, as heavy as a world.

Gong Zihua's hoarse voice made it difficult to speak, and Dong Gongziche's hearing was also very heavy——

"It doesn't matter if you are Donggong Ziche...or Hughes...I don't care who you are..."