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Chapter 178

---Suddenly, his footsteps stagnated, and Jun Ziyan's clear eyes widened in shock.---

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"If the mirror is broken, I will make another one for you. I can make it for you any kind of mirror you want. I can order someone to make it, whether it's gold, silver, or engraved jade, and rush it out overnight.

As for what you said about overturning the water, I--I--"

Wanyan Che's voice was hoarse and low, and his eyes were slightly dazed at the moment. He slowly separated the two of them, and when he met Jun Ziyan's calm and indifferent eyes, a trace of panic flashed across his pupils.

Suddenly, Wanyanche picked up the robe he had just taken off.

With a 'hiss' sound, the cuffs of the brocade robe were roughly torn off by him.

Dip the torn brocade silk into the water stains everywhere on the ground. Soak them and wring them dry. Curl the catkins of Jun Ziyan into a bowl shape and use all your strength to soak the water on the brocade silk.

He twisted it out and splashed drop by drop into Jun Ziyan's palm. Then, the water suddenly slipped down again.

"Look, I can now soak them with my own hands using a handkerchief and wring out the water. Isn't the water coming back? Isn't this water recollection? For the sake of this, please forgive me once. I

I swear, I, Wanyan Che, will never have a second thought about you Gu Xiyan from now on!" Wanyan Che's warm palms slapped Jun Ziyan's cheeks, his hoarse voice begging and humble.

Looking at Wanyan Che who is so sick, Jun Ziyan really feels worthless for Gu Xiyan!

He regretted it, but he still refused to realize it!

Being husband and wife is a 'marriage', and sleeping together for two years is a 'fate'. However, without trust as the foundation, the marriage will eventually end, and the fate will be scattered, as thin as dust.

Jun Ziyan spread his watery hands and covered the back of his hands, giving the other party a slight chill. Wanyan Che's handsome face instantly smiled, and there was expected joy in his eagle eyes, and he said excitedly: "Yan'er

, you, are you finally willing to forgive me?"

Unexpectedly, Jun Ziyan's next words were like a blade that cut him into pieces.

"General, let me say it again, Gu Xiyan is dead, and it is Junziyan who is in front of you now."

His hand was pulled off by her. After hearing this, Wanyan Che's smile froze and she said angrily: "You, you are just Gu Xiyan!"

"No matter who I am," Jun Ziyan stood up and looked down at the annoyed Wanyan Che, and said indifferently: "If you are still the man Gu Xiyan once loved, you should admit your faults frankly. Some people,

There are some things that can only be missed forever! If you can remember Gu Xiyan with your lifelong thoughts, it will be in vain that she once loved you."

Passing around Wanyan Che who was half kneeling on the ground, Jun Ziyan said indifferently when Wanyan Che grasped his wrist: "Two years ago, Gu Xiyan said to you, 'The peach blooms brightly, and the son returns home.

, suitable for his family', in fact, these sixteen words are the belief that Gu Xiyan once gave you, and the promise you once gave him, but later, you forgot! "

For an instant, Wanyan Che's eyes were empty, and he had forgotten how the hand that was holding the opponent was pulled away.

Jun Ziyan left the house through the back door of the courtyard. Perhaps her expression was too indifferent, coupled with the blood stains on her clothes, the general who originally blocked her from leaving the house was given a fierce glare by her, and she immediately forgot where she was.

He let her out of the house in surprise.

Walking on the few streets, Jun Ziyan's disheveled appearance aroused the sidelong glances of many pedestrians, but she ignored them.

The night breeze cooled her body, making her feel more comfortable. After struggling with that bastard man for more than an hour, she finally smelled the fresh air. She just hoped that the man could have an epiphany and stop entangled in the future.

Suddenly, his steps stopped, and Junzi's clear eyes widened in shock.

Under the night, Su Shajue, dressed in a mysterious and brocade robe, was riding on a snow-white horse. His elegant and graceful appearance was even more noble. When he saw Jun Ziyan, his lips raised a faint and gentle smile, and said: "I am.

The king suddenly wants to have some tea, could you please help me, Mr. Jun?"

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Roar~~~~ It’s the third watch, Wanzi is about to die, and there is no motor. What should we do tomorrow!


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