Eternal Love

  Chapter 154 The Fall of Love (2)

  I’m afraid that only Zhou Cheng could hear the groaning words in his mouth that were overly sad but calmed down. It was a person’s name, a name that Zhou Cheng was very familiar with, and a name that made him feel his destiny sad—Han Ji! Every time I think of Han Ji, Zhou Cheng always sympathizes in his heart, and now after Zhou Yan's death, how does that poor woman face the rest of her life? Even if Zhou Yan never loved her, at least she still had something to rely on...

Thinking of this, Zhou Cheng couldn't help feeling sad for fate. Whether it was Han Ji or Zhou Yan, including himself, he was fulfilling the old saying: It is yours that is yours after all, and it is not yours that you will not get it even if you force it; Looking at Yinyin, Zhou Cheng and Feng Qinghan also didn't understand. What was the pain she showed because of Zhou Yan's death? Or was it because Zhao Ziheng was the one who killed Zhou Yan? Thinking of Zhao Ziheng, Zhou Cheng couldn't help turning his gaze to Zhao Ziheng behind Yinyin, but from the back, there was really nothing to see.

  The heavy rain had no sign, and it seemed to be drenched in a timely manner, washing the thick blood stains on the ground, but after fainting, it was bright red all over the floor, gradually forming a very strange scene.

Suddenly, when no one noticed, Zhao Ziheng fell down without warning. First, he landed on his knees. Before his body fell completely, another figure that no one noticed rushed to his side. His fallen body caught it.

   "The emperor!!!" Wu Yao was the first to react. He no longer cared about Wang Ye's obstruction and rushed forward. Wang Ye also followed after he reacted.

   "Hey! How are you doing? Wake up!!" The person who suddenly appeared was not someone else, it was Ling Menghan. She held Zhao Ziheng with a gray face and kept shaking her with unspeakable concern.

   "The emperor!!" Wu Yao came to Zhao Ziheng and looked at him at a loss.

  Wang Ye stepped forward to do an inspection for Zhao Ziheng as soon as possible, and Shan Zhen also came over afterwards.

Zhao Ziheng blinked his eyes and looked lifeless under the washing of the rain, and was very strenuous. He looked at the person who was catching him, raised his trembling and **** hand, and wounded that person's face and pale face. A very light and faint smile appeared, and the gentle smile seemed to be able to contain everything... This made the heartbeat of the person who saw it instantly slowed down, even accelerated, and he held Zhao Ziheng's eagerly and shyly and stroked himself. Hands covering face.

  Wu Yao only thinks that this kind of imagination is very unreal. When have you ever seen Zhao Ziheng's gentle smile? And still facing Ling Menghan?

  Wang Ye may have noticed Zhao Ziheng's expression, maybe not. After all, he is more concerned about Zhao Ziheng's physical condition at the moment.

  Seeing that Zhao Ziheng’s lips moved slightly, Ling Menghan hurriedly said, "What do you want to say?"

Ling Menghan’s expression was so real, and the true feelings revealed were self-evident, which made Wu Yao a little surprised, even astonished; however, there was another person who, like Wu Yao, was surprised by Ling Menghan’s reaction. It is the wind and cold.

   "Shu Er——"

From the trembling mouth, Ling Menghan spit out two very strange and familiar names. Although the voice was very soft and weak, she still heard it truly. When she heard the name, her heart trembled and she subconsciously let go. Holding Zhao Ziheng's hands, his eyes were empty and blank.

  A flash of lightning lit up the sky, followed by bursts of deafening thunder.

The smile on the corner of Zhao Ziheng’s lips is so gentle but difficult to conceal the sadness. He stared at the person in front of him with his gentle and loose eyes. In the eyes of others, he was looking at Ling Menghan, but only Zhao Ziheng and Ling Menghan knew what he saw. It was another person; the hand that touched Ling Menghan’s face, lightly and tremblingly rubbed her face lightly and trembling lightly, her eyes were filled with unwillingness and unspeakable thousands of words, and there was a constant dark red in her mouth. The liquid gushed out, the redness felt a little weird, but it was quickly diluted by the rain.

At this moment, Yinyin, who was paralyzed by Zhou Yan’s cooled corpse, seemed to wake up in a dream, her eyes regained their focus, and her sober but still ignorant consciousness made her vaguely feel that someone was calling her name. ? Suddenly, she opened her eyes suddenly, turned her head, and saw the person lying in a person's arms. Before she had time to react, her body had already reacted...

   "A Jun!!!"

   With a shout, Yinyin has come to Zhao Ziheng's side, and she almost crawled over.

Zhao Ziheng’s loose eyes flashed brightly after Yinyin’s shout, and the gradual loss of consciousness was also a little sober. He slowly turned the focus of his gaze to the source of the sound, and slowly he saw that which made him painful. The face of the heart-minded person gradually became clear in front of his eyes, just a short distance away; Zhao Ziheng seemed completely unaware that the person he saw when his consciousness was lost is true or false, and he will touch the hand of that person's face. Slowly move to the person who is close at hand and clearly makes him Zhao Si's dream...

When Zhao Ziheng’s hand touched Yinyin’s face, he felt a sense of fulfillment in his heart that he had never had before, because the touch in his hand made him feel real that he had never had before, rubbing it back and forth for a while, and finally staying and watching Yinyin’s eyes also changed from joy to satisfaction, and finally turned into deep guilt. He pulled the muscles of the corners of his lips laboriously, breathing out a few from his mouth very slowly, and the voice was slow and soft, but like It was exhausting his life's strength: "I'm sorry--"

  Although there are only three words, although the sound is so light and it seems so impractical in the rain, Yinyin still hears clearly, and Ling Menghan...