Only love the allure little demon concubine

Chapter 971
Although Duanmu Ruize never made any sound, the appearance of a beauty like him holding back tears is even more distressing.

The air around him also seemed to be affected by him, becoming oppressive, dull and suffocating.

When Mu Chengen found Duanmu Ruize, seeing Duanmu Ruize's appearance at this time, he didn't say anything, but hugged him tightly in his arms.

At that moment, Mu Chengen heard the sound of heartbreaking.

"Aze... Aze..."

Mu Chengen squeezed these words out of his throat with difficulty, his voice was trembling, and he didn't know what he should say at this time to calm down Duanmu Ruize's mood.

It's not that Mu Chengen doesn't understand Duanmu Ruize's current mood, but because he knows him too well, he doesn't know what to say.

Mu Chengen could only use his powerful arms to firmly enclose Duanmu Ruize, allowing Duanben Ruize to vent his long-suppressed heart to his heart's content.

Duanmu Ruize seems to have finally found a harbor that he can rely on and express his heart to his heart's content without worrying, fearing, or worrying.

Slowly from silent crying, it became a low-pitched voice, that is, the uncontrollable voice became louder and louder, and finally turned into a loud cry.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Duanmu Ruize leaned in Mu Chengen's arms, tightly clutching Mu Chengen's lapel with both hands, weeping loudly, crying like a phoenix weeping blood, as if he wanted to release the pain, sadness, boredom and pain that had been suppressed in his heart for many years. It's like letting out all the helplessness.

The boy does not cry easily, but it is not when he is sad.

Duanmu Ruize has never been a sentimental person, he will not think of the ruthlessness of running water when seeing falling flowers like some literati and refined scholars, and will feel sad or sad.

Nor will I feel sad for the desolation of the world when I see the jackdaws in winter, nor will I lament the impermanence of the world when I see the waning moon, gathering and parting, parting and parting.

He also always thought that he was an open-minded person who would never be burdened by everything in the world, and he always thought that he would live so carefree and happy in his life.

It's just that everything changed on a certain day more than three years ago.

Since that day, he has always endured the pain of gouging out his heart. The pain is like someone holding a sharp knife and constantly stirring the flesh of your body, making you unbearable.

But he did not give up on himself because of this. He believed that as long as he was alive, there would be hope to regain a healthy body.

He still smiled at everyone as usual, told them he was fine and told them not to worry.

But hope again and again, disappointment again and again made his heart gradually feel determined.

When he saw Mu Chengen reappear in front of him after disappearing for more than half a year, he was stunned. A scar like a centipede lay across Mu Chengen's face. His once handsome face was gone. Completely ruined by an ugly scar, all because of him.

But even though the other party has paid so much for him, his illness is still hopeless.

For the first time, he thought of death.

If he had done this from the very beginning, right? His father, the queen, and the queen would not be worried all day because of him, and his good brother Mu Chengen would not be disfigured because of it. It's all his fault.

It's just that when he failed to commit suicide and woke up from a coma, when he saw the look in the eyes of the disfigured man and the trembling body while hugging him, a trace of guilt and self-consciousness suddenly flashed in his annoyance. responsibility.

(End of this chapter)