At this time, Mu Ziyang exuded a faint sadness and decadence all over his body, coupled with the bruises on his chin and the remaining blood stains on the corners of his mouth, the whole person looked like a person who suddenly fell from the clouds into the trough.

Is this still the usual suave Mu Ziyang?

Mu Ziyang was very happy to see that Zhang Zhitao was already waiting for him, he wanted to see her, she didn't refuse, this was the greatest comfort.

Mu Ziyang didn't wear a coat, a black pinstripe shirt was tied inside his trousers, and the neckline crystal was opened twice, not ostentatious or unassuming.

Mu Ziyang walked to Zhang Zhitao and stopped, looking at the woman in front of him seriously, as if he was out of a trance.

Zhang Zhitao felt that Mu Ziyang was a little abnormal, and he was a little embarrassed to be stared at like this, so he said: "You ......"

As soon as he said a word, Mu Ziyang suddenly opened his arms, wrapped it hard, hugged Zhang Zhitao into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

Zhang Zhitao was startled, and didn't know what was going on, so he instinctively began to struggle.

Mu Ziyang buried his chin in her neck, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Biedong, let me hold it for a while." ”

Sure enough, Zhang Zhitao immediately stopped struggling, snuggled his whole body into Mu Ziyang's arms, quietly, and did not speak.

The heart was pounding non-stop.

She was nervous.

"Let me hold it for a while, and it'll be fine for a while." Mu Ziyang said lightly, and then closed his eyes.

From the moment he saw Zhang Zhitao, the pain and struggle in his heart were like seeing a deadly nemesis, and he slowly retreated and hidden.

The originally heavy mood was gradually relaxed by hugging her into his arms.

No wonder he desperately wanted to see her, because seeing her he could get so much comfort and solve all his unhappiness.

You can dispel some pain.

But weishenme, he can't love? weishenme his love can only become hurt?

Mu Ziyang once again lamented the unfairness of fate, but he was helpless.

This path was chosen by him, and he had no choice but to go down.

Zhang Zhitao leaned his side face on Mu Ziyang's broad chest, and the breath belonging to Mu Ziyang swept overwhelmingly, burrowing into her nose, brain, and also into the bottom of her heart.