Staring at Ling Ziliang, his eyes were filled with tears. After a long while, he shouted hysterically: "Ling Ziliang! You can hate me, but what did I do wrong? I gave up my old grudge against Ye Jiangxue for you. Do you know

Ye Jiangxue's mother killed all my relatives...I am willing to stay here for you

Southern Jin, Southern Jin... Southern Jin is my lifelong nightmare! I will give up my life for you, as long as you ask for it, I have not done anything for you! Ling Ziliang, you don't love me, you hate me, but you

Why are you trampling on me! How can I be so sorry to you and how can I make you hate me so much!"

From the beginning to now, all he has been thinking about in his heart and mind is Ling Ziliang, and Meng Xian is just a person Ling Ziliang has never loved. His existence or non-existence is irrelevant.

Love him, even love what he loves, hate what he hates.

It's been ten years, a whole ten years of relationship, but it can't buy him even a year of staying together, even a minute of love.

Ling Ziliang lowered his head, feeling emotionless, and said silently: "The worst thing you did was that you shouldn't have fallen in love with me."

"...Okay, I was wrong, I was really wrong, you won, Ling Ziliang, you won in this way, you won my love, you won my ten years, you won I paid for you

You win everything! You are satisfied!" After saying that, Meng Xian quickly turned around and rushed out of the inn desperately.

The moment he turned around, tears burst out like a dam.

Too much regret, regret that he could not be the person he thought in his conscience, too much love, Ai Ziliang's smile, too much hatred, and hatred for myself for never giving up...

This man, dressed in red like flames, as if the red clouds were shining brightly on his world, this man that he was willing to love with his life, and that he was unwilling to hurt even if he died, is now really reduced to ashes and can never look back.

Pain surged in Meng Xian's eyes. He kept running wildly through the twists and turns of the imperial capital. He kept running until he was out of breath, until tears blurred his vision. When it became clear, it blurred again, until he was faltering.

Even though the world is changing rapidly, he still loves only Ling Ziliang.

There was never a place for him in Ling Ziliang's heart, so the whole world felt so lonely and lonely!

Meng Xian ran away in a hurry, his clothes were disheveled, and his crimson clothes were open, revealing his delicate and graceful shoulders, and his fat skin touched the air, tempting people's hearts.

In the end, he was so tired that he had no strength, and fell slumped on the ground. His clothes were disheveled, his face was pale, and his bitten lips were oozing with traces of blood, which was endearing and heartbreaking.

"Oh, what a beautiful woman, what a pity, someone just took possession of her body." Suddenly, a frivolous, arrogant and rude voice echoed through the blue sky.

The alley was originally empty, but it seemed to be the back door of a brothel. A slutty man was holding a belt, followed by seven or eight servant-looking men and two guards with knives.

This man was wearing a wide-sleeved gown made of silver thread. The sapphire blue robe was embroidered with colorful patterns on the silver thread, shining in the bright sunshine.

Staring at Meng Xian with great interest, he smiled obscenely and approached Meng Xian slowly, wearing brocade black repair shoes.
Chapter completed!