his allure

Chapter 113 But She Still Called His Name Desperately
This sentence is like a switch, instantly turning on everything in memory.

beautiful.
extremely sad...

Everything is irreversible.

Zheng Weiqing wanted to open her eyes and scream, but she couldn't make any sound.

The beginning of the picture is in a large courtyard, the mourning hall, relatives, she and Shen Zhao.There is no bright color around, white, gray and black make up all the pictures.Everything is like an old movie that has started to distort.

But Zheng Qing looked at it, but it was so realistic.

She felt that there was an invisible hand pulling herself into the abyss little by little, with no way out, no hope at all.

Xicheng, help me
Xicheng, help me
Knowing clearly that it was his boyhood that hadn't come yet, but she still called his name desperately.

Later, the picture of consciousness shifted to a hospital in a foreign country. Her Xicheng was standing in a place against the light, dressed in white, with complex and deep eyes, and a stunning appearance.

On his hand was a bouquet of small flowers, still wet with dew, and the traces were still wet.He said, "Gently, for you."

Zheng Qingyuan wanted to say: "Okay."

But the self in memory stood in front of him, raised his chin, and said, "No way, you have to find another more beautiful one before I can accept it."

Later, the dark undercurrent surged, and all the beauty and warmth were swallowed up
It turned out that recalling everything was such a painful thing.

Zheng Weiwei woke up in pain, the sky outside the window was dark, and the sound of insects came and went.

She was lying in the exquisite and comfortable ward, the desk lamp was emitting faint light, but the light was dim.Her vision was still confused, and when she spoke, the words were broken: "Xicheng."

What answered her was a very soft male voice, he said: "Gently, I am here."

With the slight sound of the chair moving, Lu Xicheng's face came into her eyes.

His brows and eyes are gentle, and his expression is soft: "Is there any discomfort?"

Zheng Qingwei just looked at his bandaged arm in a mess, and the tip of his nose was sore: "I'm sorry, I hurt you."

He smiled, and his tone was tolerant: "It's okay, I'm fine."

Zheng Weiwei looked at him with tears in her eyes, and there was a smile on her lips, which was so bitter that people couldn't bear to look at him.She said, "Xicheng, I remembered everything."

Lu Xicheng looked at her, his complexion was as pale as paper for a moment, showing a bit of helplessness.

After a while, he raised his hand to touch her hairline, and he had calmed down all his emotions.He smiled lightly and comforted her softly: "Gentle, it's over, you're safe now..."

Zheng listened softly, she burst into tears with laughter, she got up suddenly, stretched out her hand to hook his neck.

She hugged him so tightly, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

Lu Xicheng's eyes were dark and dark, he let her go, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse: "Gently, don't be afraid."

Zheng Weiwei nodded vigorously, and buried her face in his shoulder.

She doesn't know, where she can't see.Lu Xicheng's eyes looked blood-stained, scarlet.

They hugged each other in silence, for a moment, very quiet.

After a long time, Lu Xicheng gently kissed the forehead of the silent man in his arms, and said softly: "Gently, forget, okay?"

She cried and broke down slightly: "Xicheng, you don't want to know..."

He just interrupted her, his voice tensed for a moment, and the temperature faded: "I don't want to know."

(End of this chapter)