Chapter 1728

Jun Zhan only felt that his whole body was cold for a moment, and his blood was flowing back. It was like being frozen in ice and gradually suffocating. That boiling and enthusiastic heart fell into an endless abyss in an instant until it cooled down.

He always thought that she used to sit here to deal with things in the court, but he never thought that the man should

His eyes were a little sour. Jun Zhan's fingertips trembled fiercely. He trembled and stretched out his fingertips to touch those neat fonts, so humble and insecure.

The font under the fingertips is sharp and profound, and does not stab the hand. It is obviously carved and polished by the owner with great care. The one he touched just now is obviously just carved and has not had time to repair.

He felt the words one by one, as if he felt the hot body temperature along the cold temperature

The next second,

He suddenly raised his eyes. His fingertips were shaking. He went crazy to look for those copywriting rice paper on the table. He acted flustered and hurried.

Jun Zhan suddenly thought that when he was still there, he always liked to sit at the table and watch him. His eyes were focused and affectionate, like watching the world's treasure.

Such eyes are too palpitating.

He didn't understand before, but now he seems to understand.

Jun Zhan's heart just raised an incredible but very close to the truth. He couldn't believe it, but he felt that it was really a fact for no reason and stubbornly.

The desk was rummaged and the rice paper was scattered on the table,

Jun Zhan's action finally stopped. He stood there motionless, like a pale and wooden sculpture in the night.

The whole wooden house fell into a dead silence.

The rice paper was usually pressed at the bottom of the data by the owner. Now it was found out and lay quietly on the table.

It's full of people.

He smiled, angry, staring out of the window, reading with low eyes

One painting after another,

It's all

Jun Zhan.

Jun Zhan himself doesn't even know when dyed white was painted. There are so many, so attentive.

Jun Zhan stared at the paintings. He finally stretched out his stiff fingertips and carefully touched the paintings scattered on the table, putting his posture to the most humble level, like the most devout believers sitting in the most sacred prayer.

His fingertips were shaking, shaking, almost to the point of weakness.

The fingertip finally fell on the picture. Under each picture, there was a line of words, and each line of words was different.

"May you enjoy your life and not feel lonely."

"May you have a good person to accompany you in the future and everything goes well."

"May you have peace, joy and no sorrow for the rest of your life."

"May someone accompany you to see the sunrise, and someone say good morning to you."

"Over the years, I wish you a safe life and a carefree future."

Every word, every blessing, is once that person's hot and stubborn love, the temperature is amazing, people are even hot at the tip of their heart.

A tear suddenly fell without warning.

Dripping on the white rice paper, it slowly fainted the ink strokes and blurred the neat words on the rice paper.

The once proud and conceited man was caught off guard and his eyes were red.

... why? Why?

Why?

Why on earth?

Why, why do you like him so much.

Jun Zhan finally realized that he had lost a person who loved him deeply.

But he,

But I lost her myself