She stuffed her little hand into Ji Yunhuang's palm, and squeezed her body into his arms as if she was afraid of the cold. She was so trembling that she was so icy that she didn't leave. Her voice was small, as faint as a whisper in the wind: "You should blame me... I hate myself too... How can I..." Her voice trembled violently, and she couldn't speak in pain.???                                                                                                                                                                                                           �

Forgot him, hurt him, and finally forced him to death...

She used to love him so much...

"It doesn't matter if you blame me, it's okay to blame me. Can you wake up first? You can only take revenge on me after you wake up, right? If you don't wake up, how can you see how heartbroken I am..." Tian Xueqing hugged Ji Yunhuang's waist, as if she was holding a piece of ice. Her face was full of tears, and her dark eyes washed with water were full of pain.

There was no echo for a long time.

She is destined to not hear the answer.

"You are still hating me... Otherwise, you will definitely not be able to see me so sad... What should I do to relieve you? Tell me, okay?" She was so mentally ached that she was a little confused. She just looked at Ji Yunhuang deeply with her obsession, as if she was looking at her only redemption in this life.

"Xueqing, you...he is dead..." Looking at her so desperate, Ji Mo felt very distressed, but this would not work. She was now a little confused. The consequences would be unimaginable if she didn't wake her up.

"No!" Tian Xueqing's voice was almost a little harsh, and the strong emotions suddenly burst out from her body also shocked Ji Mo.

As if he realized this, Tian Xueqing's voice lowered again: "He will not die, Master, he is a god, have you forgotten?"

"lilac……"

"Master, please don't say anything else? Please... let me stay with him for a while, and it's good for a while..." Her voice became weak after all, as if it was as weak as the leaves that were blown away from the trunk by the strong wind. She looked at Ji Mo, her eyes full of pain and pleading.

Ji Mo's lips moved and he reached out to pat her, but he stopped.

With a sigh, he turned and left, his low voice like a requiem's ​​dream: "Xueqing, no matter what... you still have a master."

You are not alone.

The door was pushed open, and then it was covered with a "creak" sound, and the footsteps went away, shattering the ground.

Tian Xueqing closed her eyes heavily, tears flowing endlessly. Ji Mo's words before leaving echoed in her mind, shaking the huge waves in her heart...

Master...you don't know.

You don't know, when he left, he dug a hole in my heart...

A big hole that penetrates the heart.

I have nothing...

The pain was extremely painful, and every breath was severe. The mental pain of this load was accompanied by a huge emptiness, which made her feel confused while being in pain.

Like a shrimp, curled up her body in a ball, and she was about to faint from consciousness. She hugged him fiercely, but her voice was low and gentle, containing deep pain: "Ji Yunhuang, I have nothing... What else do you want? I can do it well..."

In fact, the most painful thing is never the dead, but the living person who suffers from life worse than death.

The real hell is never physical torture, but spiritual desolation.

Tian Xueqing closed her eyes, her consciousness returned to silence, and her weak voice was like a whisper in the wind: "You have already brought me to hell..."

In a trance of consciousness, she seemed to see Ji Yunhuang sitting up...

...

Lost...I'm dead...
Chapter completed!