Quickly wear the male protagonist: the high-energy male supporting actor is too arrogant

Chapter 110 Shallow Yuan Guoshi (49)

Her clear eyes stayed on the rising sun. Mu Yu didn't want to talk anymore, but she couldn't help but said, "Bon voyage, Qianyuan." A catastrophe.

Hearing Mu Yu's words, Qian Yuan froze suddenly when he turned around.

Mortals are still soft-hearted after all...

At that moment, the lips were raised unconsciously, with a cold and warm arc...

Mortals, I, who have no afterlife, wish that we could meet again in the next life!
Isn't it a bit... stupid...

After the wind in her ear passed, Mu Yu had the courage to look sideways at the place where the shallow abyss disappeared.

He was the only one left, I don't know how it feels, it seems like it should be like this, his cold temper made him destined not to have friends.

He firmly believed that he could forget Minghan and Qianyuan in just a few days.

However, he seems to have overestimated himself a bit...

That day, Ming Han's personal lawyer found him and handed over the property transfer document to him.

After the lawyer left, Mu Yu foolishly held the stack of papers and stared at the ceiling all night.

I remember that Minghan once said that he is the flower of nightmares, who can weave dreams for people, and that fool should have weaved the dreams that night.

Second place is a bit scary...

It's also cute and heartwarming...

"They're all gone..." Mu Yu whispered softly, Luo Liangmeng's strategy was coming to an end, but he didn't want to leave.

He was waiting, waiting for Minghan and Qianyuan to come back.

Waiting for Qian Yuan to come back and cook a pot of fragrant pork ribs to cook little Nezha, waiting for Ming Han to come back...and sleep on the floor with him...

However, this body seemed unable to let him wait any longer.

Three years and three months after Qianyuan and Minghan left, the first snow fell in Yangcheng.

Mu Yu wrapped herself thickly and stood in front of the large piece of glass, pulling her lips, looking at the heavy snow outside.

Looking at herself reflected in the mirror, Mu Yu realized the horror of the illness for the first time.

There is an unfriendly thing growing in the head of this body...

late...

A person who was originally so energetic is now pale and haggard, and he can no longer see his former style.

The doctor said that the nerves have been compressed, and I will gradually forget some things.

Soon he would not remember who he was waiting for, and his fingertips lightly touched the cold glass.

"Host, leave this body!" The system rarely spoke to Mu Yu so seriously.

He couldn't bear to watch the host struggle with the disease, suffering from pain day and night, screaming alone.

Obviously this plane will end soon, but the host doesn't want to leave at all...

"Well, wait a little longer." Maybe the next Chinese Valentine's Day will come back.

If you can't wait for two people, it's good to wait for one.

"System, did you hear that, the door to the roof seems to have opened..." Mu Yu's voice was so weak that it was hard to hear.

The system didn't speak, but he finally understood that sentence, people who are most afraid of being cold...have feelings.

"Host, end this plane!"

Mu Yu didn't answer the system's words, and walked up to the rooftop slowly with somewhat shaky steps.

The heavy snow is falling all over the sky, and everything is covered with silver.

In this snow-colored world, the person he was waiting for never came back.

Three years and three months, three people, maybe he is the only one lucky...to be alive.

The snow fell endlessly, Mu Yu smiled and looked into the distance, where there seemed to be a faint red light.

A trace of expectation flashed across the bottom of some cloudy eyes, and her pale lips parted slightly.

"Minghan, you are here...Qianyuan, are you behind me?"

　The loneliest is nothing more than a person, a snow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)