Yin Qianluo was speechless. This man looked too evil. He looked like a playboy at first glance.
Yu Wenling felt a little unhappy when he felt that someone was always staring at him.
"What are you looking at? Do you think I like to look at you, you bastard?" He glared at her. Could he care if she liked it?
Yu Wenling thought he was hallucinating. What did he just say? Huge radish?
. . . . The plot is dripping with style. . . . . .
"Luo'er, how can you leave me? Wake up!" Yu Wenling was heartbroken and hugged Ruyan Qianluo, who was no longer breathing.
"Luo'er, I love you! Really, I only love you, and you will always be the only one I love." But no matter what he said, Ruyan Qianluo couldn't hear it, and all that was left was his body without warmth.
"Please wake up, Luo'er, don't leave me." Yu Wenling couldn't suppress the great grief in his heart, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. What's the point of living without her...
. . . . . . The plot changes and divides the line. . . . .
Xuan Yeli's heart was filled with the joy of regaining something. Although her appearance had changed, the woman in front of him was definitely her, Luo'er, his wife, who made him dream. Because only she can have such clear eyes.
Just when he was about to step forward and hug her, the woman threw herself into the arms of the man behind her in a charming way and began to act coquettishly, "Your Majesty, who is he? Why do you always stare at me? It's so annoying."
"You... Don't remember me?" Xuan Yeli clenched his hands unnaturally, blood gradually seeping out, and the pain on his body was far less than the pain in his heart. "Really don't remember..."
The woman frowned slightly and thought for a moment, "How can I remember if I don't know him?"