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His voice trembled, "Why did you bring me here?"

"It's right in front, do you want to follow?" Han Haixi glanced back at him, said a word, and walked forward again.

Zhongli pursed her lips, her heart tangled, she was afraid that she would see something she didn't want to see.

But she followed.

No matter what the outcome is, she has to face it, no matter whether the rest of her life is life or death, it should be a fact, she can't change it.

She followed Han Haixi forward and walked more than ten meters and saw her stop in front of a tombstone.

Her heavy steps, step by step, made her feel as if a century had passed.

She didn't dare to go, looking at the name written on it, she was afraid that it would be him, but she couldn't help but turn her eyes and see the name on the tombstone.

What is the rest of your life......

These three words almost made her not stand.

Her heart tingled, and tears slipped down her cheeks without warning.

Han Haixi blinked, "He Yusheng, he is here." ”

"How is it possible? Are you lying to me, you must have hidden He Yusheng, you must have lied to me," tears blurred her eyes, she couldn't believe that He Yusheng was really dead, Han Haixi must have lied to her.

"Why should I lie to you, don't you know? The person who least wants him to die is me, I love him so much, in the barracks, I love him so much, and then you came, just like that, took him, do you know how much I hate you? I can't wait for you to die. ”

"You love him so much, how could you not save him, how could you possibly let him die, I don't believe it. ”

Even though Han Haixi said those words, she still didn't believe that He Yusheng was really dead.

How could she believe that it was only one night, not even twelve hours, and the rest of her life was separated from her.

Moreover, he was already buried without even seeing his last face, such a sloppy way, how could she believe what Han Haixi said.

Didn't she always claim to love He Yusheng very much? How could she be so sloppy, she had doubts that this was He Yusheng's tomb.

How could she believe that it was really his wreckage lying under this tombstone.

"How can I believe what you say? Maybe he's not dead, but you're hiding and deceiving me?"

Zhongli boldly guessed, wanting to see how Han Haixi would react when she heard her say such things.

She needed to judge the truth of what she said from Han Haixi's expression.

Han Haixi snorted coldly, his eyes gathered, and he reached out to pinch Zhongli's neck, but he didn't have much force, so Zhongli's face changed slightly, and he didn't resist.

If Han Haixi really wanted to kill her, why bother to tell her so much, why tell her the news that He Yu was alive and dead.

Zhongli looked at Han Haixi's eyes fearlessly, the corners of his mouth raised, and he seemed to be still smiling.

The more she didn't care like this, the more Han Haixi hated her.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes shot a knife-like gaze, and a knife was inserted into Zhongli's body, and Zhongli didn't have much of an emotional change.

"Do you know how much I hate you? No one wants the rest of his life to be alive, and if I can, how much I want to be the one who dies...... It's you."

After the words fell, Han Haixi let go of Zhongli, raised his head, closed his eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief, "But when he was dying, he still thought about you, and he struggled to let me save you." ”

Han Haixi looked at her, "Ha! He thinks so great about me for the rest of his life, how can I be my rival in love, I won't save you, but I also promised him not to hurt you again." ”

Han Haixi turned around and walked towards the bottom of the mountain, saying to her as she walked, "Whether you believe it or not, he is already here, since he is dead, I think, I don't need to spend time here with you, you can go back by yourself!"

He's really dead?

His tombstone is here!!

She stretched out her fingers, trembling, not daring to touch the three words on the tombstone.

Zhongli crouched down, one hand covering his heart, where his broken name was still inscribed.

Mutilated, incomplete, like his tombstone. She tipped her finger over his name.

There are only a few words on the tombstone, the tomb of the rest of his life, his friend Han Haixi.

There are only these few words, not even photos.

A yellow bird, flying down from a tree, landed on a tombstone.

It wasn't afraid of Zhongli, and not only that, but it also looked at her head-on and called twice.

Zhongli raised her eyes and saw the yellow bird, and her heart ached, and she couldn't cry.

In the entire deserted cemetery, she was alone, and only the sound of her crying was silent.

Under the early morning mist, the sparse morning light sprinkled on her body, making her look a little more mysterious, like a female ghost, wandering in this cemetery.

Indeed it is.

Zhongli, who has no rest of his life, is no different from a female ghost.

He's dead.

His tombstone carries her heart and is buried here together.