After decades of dominance, the head of the Su family, who did many ridiculous things because of his feelings when he was young, is seriously ill.

Su Jingshu, who had just passed her sixtieth year, left the Su family in the hands of a responsible member of the family and moved to Sujiayuan in the suburbs of Beijing.

The weather was fine that day. Su Jingshu drove away the medical team invited by the new leader of the Su family and refused to continue treatment.

Even when she is old, she is still the refined and elegant Miss Su.

Su Jingshu's hair was neatly taken care of. She tied up her long hair with a white jade hairpin, put on a light green cheongsam, and with the help of a servant, she came to the flower room in the courtyard.

She didn't want to die with tubes inserted into her body and leave in a state of embarrassment.

Staying away from the bloody killings of the past, being suffused with the fragrance of flowers, and passing away with regret in her heart was the last dignity she gave herself.

Su Jingshu slowly sat on the couch covered with a thin blanket, leaned back, and waved feebly to the servant standing beside her: "Go ahead."

"Yes, miss."

The servant next to her is about the same age as Su Jingshu, and he is an old man who has been taking care of her.

A strong hand touched the corner of her eye and gently wiped away the tears on her face. The movement could not be described as gentle, but also a bit awkward and unfamiliar.

The warm touch was so real, Su Jingshu opened her tearful eyes.

Nangong Chang noticed that Su Jingshu's anger was dissipating. He stood up, held Su Jingshu in his arms, and sat on the recliner.

Su Jingshu covered her face with her hands and cried even more sadly: "Why are you still so young? I am too old to watch."

A young and magnetic voice sounded in Su Jingshu's ears. The voice was still so bad, with evil intentions that people could easily detect.

After the ups and downs of mood swings, Su Jingshu's weak body could not bear it.

Nangong Chang showed a helpless smile, raised his hand to wipe her tears, and said with a smile: "Why didn't I find you crying so much before? Stop crying, your body can't bear to be so excited."

"Quiet book."

She thought she was hallucinating, and she couldn't stop the tears in her tightly closed eyes.

Su Jingshu's voice was hoarse: "Ah Chang?"

Her eyesight began to become blurry, her heartbeat slowed down, her heart seemed to be grasped hard, pain came over her, and her breathing became difficult.

He hugged the other person as intimately as he did when he was young, holding the person in his arms: "Jingshu, let me accompany you on this last journey, okay?"

She leaned her head on Nangong Chang's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and raised a smile on her pale lips.

Her short life was just a moment in the other person's years.

"It's me." The fierceness in Nangong Chang's eyes dissipated long after he returned to his position, and his always sinister face also softened, and his body released the innate arrogance and nobility of the gods.

She cried silently, her eyes looked sad, and there was a heavy sadness lingering around her body.

Su Jingshu raised her head, looked at Nangong Chang with distracted eyes, and uttered a good word that was too low to be heard.

Maybe in this life, her hands were stained with too much blood and she killed too much, and God couldn't even see her get what she wanted.

Su Jingshu gently held the hand on the armrest of the wicker chair, her eyelids trembled slightly, and tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.

Tears poured down from Su Jingshu's eyes, and the hand holding Nangong Chang's handsome young face fell down feebly.

What makes her sad is that over the past few decades, her appearance has aged, and the appearance of the person in front of her has not changed.

Decades ago, the figures she saw in the bar, one big and one small, will forever be a regret in her heart and something she cannot hope for in her life.

Nangong Chang took Su Jingshu's hand away, caressed her aging face, and softly comforted her in a rare and humble voice: "Even if you are old, you are still the most beautiful, delicate and elegant eldest daughter of the Su family."

After the servant left, Su Jingshu, whose eyes were filled with fine wrinkles, slowly closed her eyes and smelled the rich floral fragrance in the air. She looked like she was about fifty years old, with a satisfied expression on her face marked by time.

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Seeing the familiar and handsome face with a smile in front of her, she reached out her hand in disbelief, touching the other person's face with her weak and trembling hands.

She had been looking for the person her entire life, but in the end there was no trace of him.

Her unwillingness and paranoia resulted in a sadness that was a thousand times more disappointing.

I have to say that his words greatly comforted the emotional Su Jingshu.

Because Su Jingshu never married in her life, the old people still living in the world still call her Miss.

Seeing her former sweetheart again as an old woman, she couldn't let go and had to accept her fate.

It is enough for the other party to give her a ride.

No matter how much extravagant hope she has, she can't do anything with her old and frail body.

Nangong Chang said in her ear with a gentle and apologetic voice: "Jingshu, our entanglement in this life has hurt you, and it has also damaged my own cultivation. But fortunately, before you die, I can speak to you personally."

Say sorry to you."
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