Jun Zhan only felt that his whole body was getting cold for a moment, and his blood was flowing backwards, as if he was frozen in ice, gradually suffocating. The boiling and passionate heart fell into the endless abyss in an instant until it cooled down.

He always thought that she was sitting here before, dealing with matters in the court, but he never expected that that person would...

His eyes were a little sour, and Jun Zhan's fingertips shivered violently. He trembled and stretched out his fingertips to touch the neat fonts, so humble and insecure.

The font under the fingertips is clear and profound, and it is not stung. It is obviously polished by the owner's extremely careful carving. The one he just touched was obviously just carved and had no time to trim.

He touched the font one by one, as if he was following the cold temperature, and felt the scorching body temperature...

The next second,

He suddenly raised his eyes, his fingertips were trembling, and he went crazy to search for the copywriting and rice paper on the table, his movements were flustered and rapid.

Jun Zhan suddenly realized that when the man was still there, he always liked to sit at the table and look at him, his eyes focused and affectionately as if he was staring at the treasures in the world.

Such a gaze is too palpitations.

He didn't understand before, but now, he seems to understand.

A speculation that was unbelievable but extremely close to the truth arose in Jun Zhan's heart. He couldn't believe it, but he felt unreasonably stubbornly that it was really the fact.

The table was rummaged in chaos, rice paper was scattered on the table,

Jun Zhan's movement finally stopped. He stood there motionless, like a pale and wooden sculpture under the night.

The entire wooden house fell into a dead silence.

Those rice papers were usually pressed by the owner at the bottom of the information, but now they have been found out and are lying quietly on the table.

There was a person painted on it.

There were him smiling, angry, staring out the window, and looking down at the book...

Paintings one by one,

All...

Jun Zhan.

Jun Zhan himself didn't even know when Ranbai drew it. There were so many pictures and so attentive.

Jun Zhan stared at the paintings with his eyes tightly. He finally stretched out his already stiff fingertips and carefully touched the paintings scattered on the table, putting his posture to the humblest level, like the most devout believer sitting with the most sacred prayer.

His fingertips were trembling and trembling, almost reaching a point of powerlessness.

The fingertips finally fell on the painting, and under each painting there was a line of words written, and each line was different.

"I wish you a happy life without feeling lonely."

"I wish you will have good people to accompany you in the future and everything will go well."

"I wish you peace and joy for the rest of your life and no more sorrow."

"I wish someone to accompany you to watch the sunrise and someone to say good morning to you."

"I wish you a good life and a worry-free road ahead for many years."

Every word and every blessing is the passionate and stubborn love of the person once, and the temperature is amazing, making people feel hot and even the tip of their hearts hot.

A tear suddenly fell down without warning.

It dripped on the white rice paper, slowly blew the ink-colored strokes, blurring the neat text on the rice paper.

The once proud and conceited man had red eyes unexpectedly.

...Why? Why?

Why!

Why exactly?

Why, why do you like him so much?

Jun Zhan finally understood how deeply he had lost someone he had loved him.

But he,

But he lost her with his own hands...
Chapter completed!