Chapter 1712

"If I had known this, I shouldn't have been willful to fight for power with you. You don't want this country. What else should I do?"

He smiled and said briskly, "but it doesn't matter. I'll keep the river and mountain for you. I won't let others point to dye half a cent. When you want something, I'll give it back to you... It should be yours."

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot. In fact, the last jade carving... You threw it away in the river, and I jumped in and picked it up, but it was too broken. Some fragments could not be found. It was all my fault. I lost it myself..."

His throat seemed to be pinched by both hands. He couldn't speak. Jun Zhan pulled his lips difficultly and wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh.

The originally disguised lightness slowly became low and gloomy.

The world's greatest sorrow,

You can't even pretend to laugh.

After she left that day, he looked at the level river. Somehow, he jumped down the river like a demon. He froze inside for several hours, but only caught a few fragments.

Mingming was cold all over, but he felt colder in his heart.

The broken jade carving is broken after all.

Like broken feelings,

No matter how you regret it or how you want to make up for it, it still won't help.

Broken things can't be put back. Even if they come back, they won't be like the first.

After all, the grudge buried in the bottom of my heart isolated two people and two worlds.

Jun Zhan stayed quietly in the room for a while. His eyes were empty and had no focus. He didn't know what he was thinking.

He didn't move his stiff fingertips until it was dark. Because there is no activity for a long time, the body will be stiff.

The pale and handsome man coughed twice slightly. The beautiful fingers of the joints of bones pressed against his lips and coughed up some blood. The Dai cyan blood vessels were particularly clear on the translucent cold white hands, which were even more fragile and vulnerable.

The candle flickered and the man coughed gently, which brought morbid beauty.

Jun Zhan has no waves in his eyes, like a dead lake.

He finally glanced at the body lying on the couch, his eyes cold and without emotion.

Not her.

Even if it's not like it anymore.

The existence of this substitute will only tarnish her.

It shouldn't have existed.

In fact, in retrospect, Jun Zhan can still find many loopholes in what happened three days ago, but he didn't notice it when he lost his mind.

Perhaps I was aware of it. At that time, I still didn't want to gamble the 1% risk to give up saving her.

Because he didn't want her to be in any danger again, even if it was only 99% possible that she wouldn't have an accident, he went in without hesitation.

This feeling that all calmness and self-control are influenced and influenced by one person is too dangerous for Jun Zhan.

Maybe as long as it was a second later, Jun Zhan would die directly.

Thrilling.

It's really thrilling.

Jun Zhan looks at this matter from the perspective of a bystander and ordinary people.

I also think it's really dangerous, and the people who break in are stupid.

But if never.

Jun Zhan knows.

He will still choose to do so.

His life is already hers. Why not give it to her directly?

Think about it,

Jun Zhan looked at the sky outside the window. Expressionless, he picked up the mask next to him and put it on his face. It seemed to isolate all his expressions. Only the boundless indifference made people cold to the bone.