Chapter 110

Chapter 110

The young lady in front of him looked no more than seventeen, and her beauty was unlike any he had seen in this modern era, but… that was not the point!

Her eyes, the way she gazed at him, was so familiar, they were the eyes of QianQian……

He caught her by the wrist as his eyes narrowed coldly, “Who are you?”

“You’re crazy!” How can he, of all people, ask her this! Was his brain fried or something!?

But her eyes landed on the gravestone right after the words left her lips, the picture on the grave was her face, and the name was hers.

Mu QianQian……

“I’m dead……” She shrugged off his grip before kneeling before her own tombstone shakily.

It was as if every speck of energy and liveliness had left her body as she stared at her own face and her own name on the tombstone.

“I’m… really dead…” She muttered softly under her breath as she reached out her fingers towards her own picture, but her wrist was once again caught by the man beside her.

“Don’t touch her!” Jun SiHai did not know where this oddly dressed lady had came from, nor did he care who she is.

He would not allow her to touch his woman, not even her picture.

Mu QianQian, was his!

Even though he had never confessed to her, even though she had absolutely no idea about his feelings for her.

But nonetheless, even in death, she was his!

Mu QianQian stared at the face of the man in front of her, there was no speck of the usual gentleness from before, as it had been replaced with an alienated repulse for her.

He would not allow her to touch her own tombstone, and it was as if his cold gaze were warning her off, that he would not allow her repulsive touch to stain her picture.

But, that was her own picture.

“Jun SiHai……”

“I don’t know you, get lost.” He was in a really bad mood, and after pushing her towards the ground, he once again knelt down beside the tombstone before staring unblinkingly at the picture of the woman he loved.

Mu QianQian never knew Jun SiHai treated her so well, that she was someone he wouldn’t forget even in death.

All these time, she had only treated him as someone to go to when she had no money to eat, or when she ran out of clothes to wear.

He was a man with many cards, so many that she had never managed to count them, and he never once hesitated when he swiped is card for her.

But still, she had never treated him as a walking ATM, she had recorded the money he spent on her down to the single cent on her secret notebook. She would list down the restaurants that they went to and how much the meal costed, she would list down the prices of the clothes he bought for her.

She had made sure she would remember it all, as she intended to pay him back.

She had always believed that her novels would become famous one day, and that she would receive a lot of royalties from her publishers.

By then, she would have enough money to pay him back for his kindness.

“Jun SiHai……”

He ignored her entirely and stayed unmovingly by the tombstone as he stared at her picture in silence.

The slight breeze blew through his short unkept hair, instantly giving his handsome face a hint of unexplainable beauty.

It was the beauty of imperfection as his hair swung messily against the side of his face.

Before meeting Dong JingMo, HeLian ZiJin and XuanYuan LianCheng, she had always thought Jun SiHai to be the most attractive person in the world. He looked better than the celebrities on screen, and even now, she could not help but admit that he was handsome, as handsome as the three men from her story.

But all of them had a different kind of beauty and style, and her heart breaks as she could not bear to see such a silent sadness from such a handsome man.

“Jun SiHai……”