Everyone else said that Pan Ru was ungrateful. Even if Du Heng took out his heart and presented it to her, she would not look at it. She would just throw a knife into it and poke a hole through her heart. Du Heng always remembered that when he almost couldn't survive, he huddled in the hospital bed and watched the blood bags being replaced one after another. The transfused blood soaked into the mattress in the blink of an eye, and the white sheets became April begonias, dazzlingly red. At that time, he no longer knew what pain felt like. He was tired but very sober. He refused to close his eyes just because he missed Pan Ru and wanted to see her again. When he was first shot, he asked his attendant to bring him his bloody coat and begged Pan Ru to take one last look at him. Du Heng kept his eyes open and waited. He was afraid that he would not be able to see Pan Ru if he closed his eyes. But he waited for a long time, until everything turned dark, and he couldn't wait for Pan Ru. Pan Ru refused to come, not when he was in pain, not when he was bleeding, not when the bleeding couldn't be stopped, and in the end he couldn't hold on anymore, but Pan Ru still refused to come. NND, Du Heng cursed in his heart, I can't wait any longer! If you don't wait, don't wait. If Pan Ru doesn't come to see him, Du Heng will go see Pan Ru by himself. The injury was obviously healed and the scar would no longer bleed, but when he saw the bloody clothes thrown on the corner of the sofa, his heart still throbbed hard. The bloodstains had long turned dark brown and looked hideous next to the bullet holes. There was a sharp knife mark on the left chest, clean and without burrs, which was added later. Does she hate me so much? Du Heng thought to himself, why does she hate me so much? Du Heng felt very sad, but when he saw Pan Ru, he couldn't help but laugh, "Xiao Ru, I brought you the horseshoe cake that was just baked by Jiuxiangzhai."
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