Nan Li took a deep breath and said, "The court is quite chaotic, and there are quite a lot of people in secret. You can do these things yourself."

Jun Zhan lowered his eyes, still saying nothing, as quiet as a pale and powerless sculpture.

A fire broke out inexplicably in Nanli's heart, with a feeling of regret. Nanli didn't know what he was upset. He could only look cold and not see Jun Zhan coming to look for that person when he woke up and his wounds were torn. Dark red blood fell down his fingertips, and large patches of blood were gathered on the ground, which was shocking.

Nan Li turned around and left. He wanted to ignore Jun Zhan and leave directly, but he walked to the door, but his steps stopped unscrupulously. Nan Li was quiet for a long time before calling out softly: "Jun Zhan."

"The dead are dead, and the living are still going to continue."

Nan Li raised his eyes and quietly looked at the picturesque scene outside the door, but at this moment he felt cold inexplicably.

Just when Nan Li thought Jun Zhan was standing there like that, never moving or talking, the man who had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke, "Do you think people are mean?"

Because he hadn't spoken for three days, his voice was hoarse and low, so low that he could hardly hear clearly.

When Nan Li heard Jun Zhan's words, he paused. He turned around stiffly and looked at the handsome man who was obviously young in fine clothes but looked like an empty nester.

Nan Li could clearly see the pale sculpture blinking dry eyes gently, and the long eyelashes were trembling uneasy. The man slowly stretched out his slightly trembling fingertips, as if he wanted to explore and touch something, as if he was about to encounter some peerless treasure, so cautious, humble and insecure, like the most devout believer, making the most sacred prayers.

However, his fingertips just stretched out slightly in the air, and the next second he suddenly retracted his hand, as if he had encountered something extremely terrible.

Nan Li stared at Jun Zhan. He had just seen clearly that at that moment, Nan Li's fingertips shivered violently, and they were still trembling.

Looking at Jun Zhan’s appearance, Nan Li would rather Jun Zhan lose his temper, collapse and hate him, as if he was so silent and quiet now.

Because Nan Li knew that Jun Zhan's appearance was even more terrifying.

For a moment, the room seemed to be in a deadlock, and a deadly and silent depression was suffocating.

"Look, when she is here, I don't cherish everything, always worry about the past, worry about the present, and fear the future." Jun Zhan lowered his eyes, as if he was talking to himself, his eyes were filled with a bleak and gloomy as the cool breeze and snow. "I always wonder what the ending of being with her is. The more I think about it, the less I am willing to make this lifelong bet, and the more I am afraid what to do if she doesn't want me one day in the future."

Nan Li didn't say anything. He knew that what Jun Zhan needed now was not words to comfort him, but a listener, so Nan Li just stood there quietly and listened to Jun Zhan's low tone.

"After all, if you don't love, you won't love enough." Jun Zhan curled the corners of his lips sarcastically, and the sarcasm in his eyes became even more cold, "Or otherwise, he would have been with her at all costs."
Chapter completed!