Lu Sijue closed his eyes, "It's okay, I just had a nightmare, and I dreamed that you left me again." ”

Liu Yingluo's heart ached, she reached out to hug his waist, her eyes were red.

"Yingluo, I love you, do you know?"

Liu Yingluo sucked the red wing of her nose and nodded vigorously, "Well, I know." ”

"However, I love you, I have loved enough in this life, and if there is an afterlife, I don't want to meet you again." His voice was as low as an ancient bell, and he spoke slowly to her.

He never believed in past and present lives, but if there really was an afterlife, he didn't want to meet her again.

Love is enough, pain is enough, wait enough, if there is a next life, he doesn't want time to come back, he hopes to meet someone, enjoy being loved, in order to fill the regret of not being loved in this life, he hopes that that person can treat him gently.

Liu Yingluo tugged at his clothes, "Sijue, I..."

Lu Sijue closed his eyes and interrupted her, "Zixian..."

Liu Yingluo's heart jumped, this was the first time he mentioned Lu Zixian to her.

Lu Sijue didn't open his eyes, he just sketched a soft arc, "Although I have refused to admit it all these years, but, because of him by my side, I feel that life is not so difficult, so I really raise Zixian as a son, Yingluo, I... Loved him a lot. Liu Yingluo didn't know why he was saying such a thing to himself, Lu Zixian was so superior and Tsinghua, it was normal for him to like his son.

Liu Yingluo nodded, "I know." ”

In the future, she will also try to accept Lu Zixian, and try to forget the past between him and Liu Zhaodi, and he and she will be fine in the future.

"Sijue, there are actually some things I want to tell you, Sioux City and I...

”

"Yingluo, don't say anything, I'm tired, I want to sleep for a while."

Liu Yingluo wanted to confess everything to him, but she looked up at him, he was already very tired, and she nodded, "Okay, Sijue, then we'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

Lu Sijue didn't answer, he seemed to be asleep.

Liu Yingluo raised her hand and helped him gently cover the quilt.

At this time, Lu Sijue suddenly spoke again, this was the last sentence in his life, "Yingluo, call my husband to listen." ”

She never called him husband.

Liu Yingluo's face flushed, she buried herself in his arms, and called obediently, "Husband~."

”

Lu Sijue slowly hooked his thin lips, although there were many regrets about the personnel, but it was completed.

He hugged her tightly into his arms, and the whole world began to fall silent, all his strength was withdrawn, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

Who's crying, who's laughing, singing here and there, all the hustle and bustle in the world slowly left him.

At night, he dreamed of prosperity.

In the hospital, there was a constant stream of people, he stopped, saw her, and a story began.

The cold and graceful girl was low-waisted and picked up money, and came to his feet, which amazed his eyes.

He once went to the temple with his mother, the prince of the Lu family attracted pilgrims to turn back, a wandering monk came over, and said with a smile Who is this young man, it is so glorious, you and I have a fate, I will give you a marriage lot.

He never believed in Buddhism, so he turned around and left.

But the wandering monk took out the marriage stick, and he took a look.

The above Sanskrit song has not ended, and the people have dispersed, but the love is deep and shallow.