son, who is your father

Chapter 389
He saw the master's love in his eyes and was moved in his heart. Seeing the master in such pain, he was also in pain. He didn't dare to imagine the day when the master made a decision, but he also didn't want the master to be in such pain. He knew that the master would not be able to survive this day Kan, as a subordinate, he can only accompany him all the way, so that the master can have a tea and water pourer on Huangquan Road.

"It's been a month, my son doesn't eat or sleep, his body will collapse sooner or later!" Ziluo stood beside Yunzhi with a simple and delicate meal, her eyes fell on the sad figure in white with worry, and from a distance, It was like a layer of cold snow that could not be melted. Under the cold snow layer, more and more sadness was accumulated. There were occasional silver threads flickering in the wind-blown black hair. Another pain in my heart.

Turning his back, wiped his eyes, Yun Zhi swallowed his voice, and said in a low voice: "Hurry up, hurry up, the pain will be gone soon, master!" Yes, he won't have to look at it so heartache soon. up. "If Miss is still here, they will be the happiest and most enviable couple in the world!" Not hearing the strangeness in his words, Ziluo twitched the corner of her mouth bitterly, looking into the distance through the sea of ​​flowers , the sky is very heavy, so depressing that people feel that even breathing is difficult.

Three years ago, Mr. Luo rescued her and healed her of the Gu poison. Ziyi died in front of her. She didn't ask what could be guessed from the flash of hatred in the young master's eyes, and from that day on, she followed Luo Yuchen, also fantasizing that this was just a meeting between the young lady and the naughty young master and them. Just kidding, maybe one day, they will suddenly appear, but after waiting for three years, nothing came of it!
She knew that Mr. Luo had worked hard to rebuild the villa in the past three years, and she just wanted to fulfill the responsibilities on her shoulders, so that she would have nothing to do with leaving.

In fact, why not, she was also waiting for this day, the Sushui palace rules: Lord dies and they die, she should have gone with the young lady three years ago!Death, for her, is also a relief, because she didn't protect the young lady and the young master well, let alone get along with her day and night, Ziyi, who is like a sister, would be Aunt Ruoxian's man, she was the one who harmed the young lady!She can't forgive herself!

"Yes, that's just what if!" Looking at Luo Yuchen again, one person, one monument and one lonely grave, is there anything more sad than this separation between life and death?After all, a pair of lovers have no destiny to stay together. Day and night, they can only face each other coldly. The dead are uneasy, but the living are more sad than dead!
"If Miss Bai can be brought back to life, I'd like to repay it with my life. No, I'd like to exchange the life of the tenth life, as long as the master doesn't feel so sad anymore!" Yun Zhi said in a low voice, his eyes filled with grief and resentment. Dissatisfaction and anger towards God, why did they break up their lovers, why did they have to make the living so painful?
What exactly did they do wrong?Why doesn't God let them live together?Even... Even if they can't stay together forever, don't separate them like this, at least let the other party know that they are both alive and breathing the same air together, that is also a kind of comfort!

God, how unfair you are!well!

A deep sigh sounded from another part of the plum grove, and the two of them looked quickly, only to see a flash of red clothes flashing past, with dark sorrow rushing towards their faces, deep in the plum blossoms, branches swayed and fell in clusters, and another This kind of sadness hits, the same injury, the same pain, the same longing like rain, the snow plum blossoms that bloom all the year round seem to be unable to bear the heaviness that has been condensed all the year round, it is denser than ever before, and the pieces dance with the wind In the air, every bit of sorrow and longing hangs, falling on the ground, it seems that you can hear the sound of shattering, it is countless sincerity, waiting for countless periods, all shattered to the ground in the depths of this plum grove.

Wait until the day when their hearts are broken, the rain in the plum forest will surely stop!Perhaps the day when the Merlin can no longer open the sea of ​​snow all over the sky is the day when their relationship will come to an end! "It's Mr. Li!" Ziluo looked at that place with unbearable eyes. The bright red dress was like blood, as if it was dyed red by the wound in his heart. I have never seen the magnificent smiling face of the Fourth Prince, it seems that with the departure of the young lady, they will not be able to smile anymore!
"Ask what love is in the world, and teach life and death to promise each other!" Someone's voice came from a distance, but this sentence interprets all vicissitudes.

"In the past, the sea was too difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud!" They are all sincere and true people, once they fall in love, it will be a lifetime!If, if they could be a little more ruthless, if, if he could be a little more sympathetic, maybe now, they would let their hearts feel a little better!
In the pitch-black bamboo forest, there stands a black octagonal building. The glazed tiles glow dimly under the faint starlight. Like a wounded beast whimpering from the bottom of its heart, the entire bamboo forest was shrouded in a depressed air pressure, and the depressed people were terrified.

The wind and cloud suddenly rose in the sky, and the chilly filaments pierced the silence of the night. On the terrace where the drizzle was dripping, a black shadow in black stood there quietly, and the black jade mask was covered with a layer of rain. There was a faint dark light, and the damp brocade clothes gave off a slight chill, and his figure was isolated. He was the only one on this tall building, but there was a colder breath seeping from the bottom of his heart. The wind was very cold. It was big, but the fine silk brocade did not move at all, as if no matter how strong the wind was, it would not be able to blow away the heaviness in his heart.

High and independent, he has always been alone, lonely and lonely, as if he is the only one in the world, no one can enter his world, his heart has always been cold, frosted into ice.

No, maybe he has loved, but he doesn't know how to love!

Maybe it was the wrong form of his expression of love, the man looked at him desperately with unforgivable eyes even to death.

Although it has been three years, what happened that day has become the most unbearable pain in his heart. His woman, his son, he watched them disappear from his eyes forever, he will never forgive himself!

For the past three years, he has been suffering day by day, tortured by pain, sleepless night and night, and has become a death.If it weren't for the war to be busy with, he thought, he would have become a walking corpse without a soul.

(End of this chapter)