Chapter 1711

He pulled a radian from the corner of his lips, but it didn't look like laughing, but like crying.

He took off his mask and put it aside. His fingers were still a little trembling. He was so weak that he even felt that he would take off his hand and fall to the ground.

Jun Zhan tried to control the trembling strength of his fingertips and clenched his hand, but he was not proud. Even his body was trembling slightly.

He looked up at the air, as if he were talking to someone, giving orders one by one, impatient,

"Don't let me nag you. I'm really worried about you. You have to take care of yourself when you leave alone. You can't cook and are picky about food. Remember to let the people around you remember what you don't like to eat.

Don't be busy all day. No matter how busy you are, you must eat on time when the time comes, otherwise it's bad for your health. Don't make do with it. No one can let you make do with it... I can't do the same.

Remember to drink a cup of warm water when you get up in the morning. Rest early in the evening and don't stay up all night.

You like to eat dessert, but eating too much sweet is bad for your health. You must pay attention to it. You can let people around you learn it and make sugar free ones for you. What you make is better than what you sell outside.

Also, if they don't take good care of you and get sick and injured, they must take medicine. Don't be too troublesome. Small injuries are also hurt. It hurts you. If they dislike the bitterness of medicine, they can buy some preserves to eat

Well, I've said so much. Don't bother. Anyway, you can't hear it anyway. I'll talk about it myself. You must take good care of yourself and yourself... "

As he spoke, his voice trembled, as if choking, his eyes were broken, and all the brilliance was taken away in a moment.

The man who had never red his eyes, at the moment, turned red slowly, as if he was going to cry.

The tip of the nose is a little sour, and the heart is stiff and painful, like a blunt knife stirring in the heart. The pain makes the whole person powerless. Large tracts of torn wounds shed dark red blood, which fell to the ground and gathered at the man's feet, which makes people look frightened.

Jun Zhan couldn't tell whether it was the pain on his body or in his heart. The pain even blurred the scene in front of him.

He staggered back two steps, some unsteady, leaned against the cabinet door and forcibly supported his body.

Jun Zhan looked up slightly and didn't want to leave tears, but his eyes were red and blurred. How can he deceive himself and others.

This has always been a straight back, always in control of everything, proud and conceited man, red eyes for the first time.

Jun Zhan pressed his hand hard on his heart. His fingerbones turned white. He bit his thin lips tightly, and there was a bloody smell in his mouth.

Don't cry,

No one loves it.

What are you crying about,

You deserve it.

What to cry about,

It was you who made the choice. Why did you cry?

There was some blackness in front of him and his brain was dizzy. Jun Zhan slowed down for a while before he woke up.

"Sorry..."

Jun Zhan smiled. Under his wet eyelashes, his eyes seemed to break the stars. He said, "I always feel I owe you a sorry. I haven't dared to say it all the time. Well... I don't have a chance to say it now. I'm sorry."

I'm sorry you have too many. You don't know where to start.

I can't pay you what I owe you. I may never see you in my life.

But it doesn't matter,

My life is yours. If I have a chance... To meet you, whatever you want and what you want to do, I will become the sharpest knife in your hand.