Lu Si Jue closed his eyes. "It's OK. I just had a nightmare and dreamed that you left me again."

Liu Yingluo felt a sudden pain in her heart. She put her hand around his waist and her eyes were red.

"Yingluo, I love you, do you know? "

Liu Yingluo inhaled the red wings of her nose and nodded her head forcefully," well, I know. "

"But, I love you, this life has enough love, if there is an afterlife, I don't want to meet you again." He said to her in a low voice, like an old clock.

He never believed in the past and the present, but if there was an afterlife, he didn't want to meet her again.

Enough love, enough pain, enough waiting, if there is a next life, he does not want time to come again, he hopes to meet a person, enjoy being loved, in order to fill the regret of this life, he hopes that person can treat him gently.

Liu Yingluo grabbed his clothes and said, "Sir, I..."

Lu Si Jue closed his eyes and interrupted her, "Zi Xian..."

Liu Yingluo's heart thumped. This was the first time he mentioned Lu Zixian to her.

Lu Si Jue didn't open his eyes. He just drew a soft arc. "Although I've been unwilling to admit it all these years, I don't think it's so hard because I have him by my side. Therefore, I really take Zixian as my son. Yingluo, I I like him very much Liu Yingluo doesn't know why he said such a thing to himself. Lu Zixian is so superior, but Tsinghua University, it's normal that he likes his son.

Liu Yingluo nodded, "I know."

In the future, she will try to accept Lu Zixian and try to forget the past between him and Liu Zhaodi. In the future, he and she will be well.

"Sir, there is something I want to tell you. Su Cheng and I

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"Yingluo, don't say anything. I'm tired. I want to sleep for a while."

Liu Yingluo wants to confess everything to him, but she looks up at him. He is very tired now. She nods, "OK, sir, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Lu Si Jue didn't answer. He seemed to have fallen asleep.

Liu Yingluo raised her hand and helped him cover the quilt gently.

At this time, Lu Si Jue suddenly made a voice again, which was the last sentence in his life, "Yingluo, call my husband to listen."

She never called her husband.

Liu Yingluo blushed. She buried herself in his arms and cried out, "husband ~

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Lu sijue slowly raised her thin lips. Although she had many regrets, she was satisfied.

He held her tightly in his arms, the whole world began to be quiet, all his strength was pulling away, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

Who is crying, who is laughing, singing here, singing there, all the bustle of the world slowly away from him.

So at night, he dreams of prosperity.

In the hospital, there was an endless stream of voices. He stopped and saw her, and a story began.

The cool and elegant girl stooped to pick up the money and came to his feet, which surprised his eyes.

He once went to the temple with his mother. The prince of the Lu family attracted pilgrims to come back one after another. An eminent monk came to him and said with a smile, "whose young man is this? He is so brilliant. You and I are predestined. I'll give you a marriage autograph.

He never believed in Buddhism. He turned around and left.

But the wandering monk took out the marriage card, and he took a look.

The above Sanskrit music is not finished, people have been scattered, but deep love edge shallow.