Chapter 1710

"What should I do?" Jun Zhan repeated this sentence, his slender fingers clenched slowly, and his face became more pale.

Who can tell him what he should do?

She doesn't want him. She's free.

But what about him?

But he was trapped in this cage. He couldn't break free and escape. He even watched himself draw the ground as a prison and sink deeper and deeper until he couldn't climb out again.

Now he's alone.

This love,

He is the only one who loses

In all,

It seems that he has never won.

She was the one who broke into his world and gave him all the tenderness, but she was the one who said he didn't want him. Until the end, the one who left without hesitation was still her.

Jun Zhan didn't speak again. Nan Li Zhang spoke several times, but he didn't know what he was talking about. He just felt that nothing was suitable for this person. Finally, he could only say in a low way: "Si Man is dead... Sorry."

Jun Zhan didn't speak.

Nanli pursed his lips. He knew that junzhan couldn't hear a word now. He had to leave first and give junzhan enough space to lick the wound.

He knows that junzhan is never willing to expose his vulnerability to others. This person is proud, proud and distressing, but fragile and vulnerable.

Now these words are obviously the limit of junzhan.

Nanli walked to the door and finally looked back at junzhan.

The man never bent his back, but now he bent down and buried his head in his arms. It was clearly his youth, but he was like an old man at dusk. Nanli sighed, took back his sight and took the initiative to close the door.

Nanli thought,

Now junzhan should not want anyone to disturb him.

He looked up at the sky and half narrowed his eyes,

It was already near evening, sunset, sunset, Wutong tree was blown by the cool wind, rustling, withered leaves fell with the wind, inexplicably with a small meaning.

Nanli somehow thought,

Maybe his last sentence just now is the biggest harm to Jun Zhan

Jun Zhan is left alone in the room,

The empty silence grew stronger.

This silence often brings suffocating depression.

Jun Zhan stood there, motionless, until his eyes felt sour, he blinked slowly, his eyelashes trembled gently, and his eyes fell on the body that had no breath.

Jun Zhan looked at it carefully for a long time, and suddenly murmured like a demon:

"Sure enough, substitutes are substitutes after all. Even if they are more like them, they can never be compared with her..."

His voice was so light, so light that he could hardly hear it, like muttering to himself.

Jun Zhan pulled the corners of his lips and raised a smile. Although he was laughing, his eyes were broken and desolate: "Why are you so careless? What if someone finds out, you don't know how those people want to catch you."

What he said was like complaining and complaining, but in the end, he looked away. He nodded and said with a smile: "forget it. Anyway, I can help you deal with the aftermath. You can leave here and live the life you want. It's good, good... It's good to go. You can go wherever you want. You're free and won't be hurt any more."

Then he nodded seriously, "it's really good."

At the end, he kept nodding and talking about it.

More and more hoarse, more and more desperate.