Bixiao, why do you betray me? I love you so much, why do you betray me...

Her heart was filled with sorrow, her eyes were filled with tears, and her lips suddenly had endless smiles. She was pale without makeup, and her red and swollen cheeks were in a mess.

The pain grew in the heart like a vine growing, growing rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it hurts so much that the breathing is in great pain.

...

At this moment, in the inn in the imperial capital, Ling Ziliang looked at the sky outside the window alone and suddenly became ecstatic. His slender figure was indifferent and bleak. His dark purple eyes were waving and dark light surged.

How to ask Meng Xian?

Or... leave the elder brother alone?

He was deeply troubled by these two issues, and he was in great pain and in a dilemma. He didn't know what to do.

On the one hand, Meng Xian has already owed too much, and on the other hand, she is a big brother who is connected by flesh and blood. What should we do? How can we achieve the best of both worlds?

It was in this inn and in this wing room that Meng Xian had despair, pain, and pestered him. His entire decade of pain was cut off in his ruthlessness.

And this did not cut off their destined obsession. What should we do to stop hurting him?

How can that man with a splendid and beautiful appearance be faced with the man who can be desperate and never surrender for his sake?

Those who have long lost all the qualifications to promise in front of him and owe him too much is a wonderful time and a reward for his love.

Looking out the window dejectedly, he suddenly saw a familiar figure. His scarlet clothes bloomed into gorgeous flowers in the long street market. His wild and charming eyes were shimmering, and his eyes were filled with sadness.

He... lost a lot, a lot...

The thin face was a little sallow, his weak and haggard appearance was heartbreaking, and his slender and weak body swayed, and he came toward the inn step by step. His long black hair was scattered in the air. His stubborn eyes suddenly raised his head, and the half-open window swayed in the wind, as if someone had come...

A smile in my heart.

Meng Xian smiled sadly and looked sad. How could he come back? He hated himself so much.

Thinking of this, Meng Xian suddenly began to hate himself. Why wasn’t it the one in his heart?

What's wrong with him Meng Xian...

The past is gone and never looking back. It is vivid in my mind. For so many days and nights, he can't sleep. Everything about Ling Ziliang is in his mind. Sometimes he is angry and wants to rush over to find Ling Ziliang to argue. Sometimes he sees the bright red on the corner of a street, but he doesn't have the courage to rush over. Sometimes he stares at him who is staying in the imperial capital and having fun in a distance, but he doesn't know how to appear...

Love is entangled in his heart and becomes sorrow. He is painful and depressed. He cannot sleep at night, cannot think about tea or food. He thinks, it must be because he is suffering from lovesickness...

Whenever he returns to this familiar and warm inn, he feels much more comfortable. There are too many memories of them here and too much love that he has never taken away.

He remembered every moment of Ling Ziliang clearly in his mind, but sometimes, even if he thinks about it, he will feel sad and in great pain.

It hurts when I think about it, but I must remember that he is so persistent, as if he has been loving him for ten years.
Chapter completed!