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Chapter 70 Nothing That Could Hurt Her Should Exist

Shen Zhao looked at the smiling girl in the photo, the finger bones holding the paper turned white, and the edges of the paper were wrinkled.

As if he didn't realize it, he suddenly sneered, and the laughter was cold: "Ah Qing, you must have had a good life in the past two years, but why am I the only one who suffers, huh?"

He looked at the girl in the photo, and his expression became violent: "Did I not treat you well enough? Why did you leave me?"

No one answered him.

Shen Zhao felt pain in his heart, and even his fingertips were trembling uncontrollably.It was as if someone was pricking him with a needle, the pain was sharp.

He closed his eyes heavily, suppressing the astringency that came out of his eyes.

On such a night, his face was plated with an emotion that was almost equivalent to sadness.

Who is not suffering in life?
Shen Zhao found it ironic.

The next moment, he opened his eyes, and the sadness just now seemed to be an illusion, and it had faded away.His face was as deep as water, his eyes were filled with darkness, something was brewing little by little...

In the middle of the night, Zheng Qingwei was held in Lu Xicheng's arms and slept very restlessly.

She dreamed of scenes that she had never dreamed of before.

It was a reception, and many people in fancy clothes were talking with each other, with decent smiles on their faces.The toasts were mixed, the music was melodious, and everything was going on in an orderly manner.

There was a man in a black dress standing in the middle of the crowd. He was wearing a mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but he was tall and tall, and his whole body was impersonal, and he seemed indifferent.

The music of the cello was melodious, and the self in the dream pushed open the heavy door, barefoot, and walked towards the man step by step.

The crowd moved out of the way tacitly, and the man, he just looked at himself like this, with almost no emotion in his eyes.

Zheng Weiqing didn't want to go there, but it seemed that something held her back, and she finally walked in front of him.

The smile on the corner of the man's lips was sharp, almost ice-cold. He said, "Ah Qing, come over a little more."

His tone is obviously gentle, but for some reason, Zheng Weiqing feels terrible.

In great fear, Zheng Qingyuan finally babbled in her sleep: "I don't want it, I don't want it!"

What responded to her was Lu Xicheng's hoarse and gentle voice, he said: "Gently, don't be afraid, I am here."

Zheng Weiwei felt that he was slowly patting his back, and his gentle tone easily hit the softest part of his heart.

She finally felt at ease, and unconsciously pinched the corner of Lu Xicheng's clothes, the corners of her eyes were already wet.

Lu Xicheng waited for her breathing to calm down before stopping what she was doing.He looked at the sleeping face of the girl in his arms, his eyes were already blood red, full of pain.

On such a silent night, when he hugged her, his tone was broken: "Gently. I'm sorry."

Before Lu Xicheng was 23 years old, even though he treated others coldly, his heart was soft. After the age of 23, he was not much gentle and kind, and he was buried in that unknown sea with that girl named Zheng Qingqing.
Those useless emotions, what point is better than the power to make people overwhelmed.Anything that might hurt Wei Wei should not exist in this world.

Lu Xicheng kissed Zheng Qingqing's hair, the emotions in his eyes were frozen, and there was a sense of chilling
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The sunrise came as promised, and it was a new day.

(End of this chapter)