Inferior pampering

Chapter 105

Tears dripped from his ice blue eyes and slid into the kitten's mouth.

"I'm leaving." He murmured.

"Where are you going?"

"a place far away."

"how long?"

"Seven or eight years, or ten years, until I can get out of this matter and face you calmly, without being afraid of you or hating you."

I don't like you anymore...

"Don't be like this, Xiaoyu."

He Zhuo lowered his head and bowed to him, like a desperate beast. Hands covered with wounds tightly clutched his shoulders, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't keep him anymore.

"You can break up with me, you can not love me...but you can't let me not see you. I swear I will be very good to you, I will not let you suffer a little bit of wronged, give me one more time Chance, okay? Just once...don't leave me like this...please, don't go..."

Tears can easily weaken a person.

The strength and pride of the Wolf King were shattered from the inside out, and he prostrated himself in front of him in the posture of a beast, begging for a chance.

"I've never begged you for anything, just this time, don't abandon me, okay..."

Ji Tingyu sobbed and shook his head, unable to bear to see him showing such an expression. In his heart, He Zhuo will always be a confident and powerful king, and he will never bow his head to others in a humble manner.

Distress and hatred wrapped around the blade, surging up and down in his heart, scraping off every trace of soft flesh, Ji Tingyu was about to die of pain.

He wanted to forgive, but when he closed his eyes, it was the back of He Zhuo who left that day.

He wanted to resent again, but when he opened his eyes, he saw his lover begging on top of him.

"I can't take it anymore, just let me go." Trembling, she raised her hand and stroked his cheek, "He Zhuo, we have no other ending..."

"Yes, why not, you don't think of me as He Zhuo anymore, you take me as Damon, you treat me as a brand new person, let's have a chat, let's clear up the misunderstanding, and I can explain."

Ji Tingyu's eyelashes trembled, and his heart seemed to be pried.

He Zhuo chased after the victory: "What do you remember, can you tell me?"

"I think of a lot of things, very messy. Some can be strung together, and some are messed up."

He came out from under He Zhuo, and moved to the bedside naked like that, and lit a cigarette. Under the dim halo of the night light, there was only a thin and small ball.

After pondering for a long time, he opened his mouth and said:

"I've been dreaming recently, and there are many people in the dream."

"They forced me to sit on an electrified chair, beat my joints with rattan and salt water, did not give me food or sleep, and locked me in a long, narrow box in which I could only remain upright. Twenty-seven days."

"Later, I lost my mind."

"I saw the dead team members standing in front of me, Rosalin, Houzi, Meng Fan, Cheetah... They wanted me to pay for my life, to confess my guilt, and to tell me that they still had unfulfilled dreams."

"I admit it, I'm relieved, and I'm returning home."

"I married someone I've liked for a long time."

As if replaying the past frame by frame, he smiled longingly when he talked about getting married, as if it was a very good thing for him.