In fact, when he made this call, he had already separated his wrists. He had already made preparations to leave this world.
Without her, what's the point of his life? Watching her live a sweet life with other men,
This is the greatest pain for him. The old Xiao Min is dead, so let him take all the good things with him.
The sweet past leaves this world together.
Originally, he just made this call because he wanted to hear her voice, hear her voice for the last time,
He had no intention of asking Xiaomi to agree to his request, because if she was so determined that day,
He knew that he had completely lost her and there was no chance.
But he just couldn't hear her voice, so he left. He was so reluctant to let go. He missed her voice. He missed her.
So he begged her to let her see him for the last time. In fact, he knew in his heart that Xiao Min would never see him at all.
She can't see herself either.
But in his heart, he still hopes that Xiao Min can see him for the last time, so that he can also deceive himself.
Maybe Xiao Min also loves herself now. Even if it's not much, there should still be a little bit.
There was a hint of complicated love in her eyes when she looked at him.
Although he still couldn't understand that Luo Jiawei was the one she chose in the end, he could only admit defeat.
But she was so cruel and dashed all her hopes. Her cold "I'm sorry,"
She had already explained everything, even if it was the last moment, she would not hesitate to give it to him.
He could no longer find any hope for him to stay. She had dashed all hopes.
The blood has stained the sweater on his body that he has never been willing to wear. It was the sweater that she personally tied for him on his birthday.
The beige color was now stained with that eye-catching red color. The air was filled with the smell of blood.
Death is slowly approaching him. The warmth of his body is slowly draining away. He is about to die and leave this world.
But he was not afraid at all. He even felt that it was a kind of relief, and his heart slowly became stiff and cooled.
He has completely lost the urge to live.
"Min Min." His voice became weaker and weaker, and his breathing began to slow down. "If,
I said if you still remember me, don’t forget what I once said. The agreement between us.”
"...Our love nest, the villa in the suburbs, in the garden at the back, where the lilies grew, I died,
Just bury me in that place. That place is easy to find. You like lilies very much, so I asked to bury me there.
This way I can see you every day. That villa is yours, and you and Luo Jiawei will move in together.
I do not mind."
His voice became weaker and weaker, and he tried his best to take his last breath, trying to finish the sentence at once. "I only want you to be happy.
I don't mind anything else. As long as he can give you happiness, I will be satisfied. As long as you come and see me when you are free."
"Is it okay?" Xiaohan couldn't hear any sound from the microphone because Xiao Min was already crying.
She couldn't express the pain in her heart. Until now, the person he cared about most was Xiao Min, not her, Xiaorou.
He was still living in his own fiction. She had forgotten the most important thing.