The glass shards splashed everywhere and fell to the ground, and many of them were deeply embedded in Chu Shijun's palm, which were cut in an instant, and the blood slipped straight away.

The ruthless Mrs. Chu just glanced back at her son, then turned around indifferently and continued to walk upstairs, instructing the servant to take the medicine box over and bandage the young master.

Seeing this, Shi Shi immediately walked through the glass and moved to Chu Shijun, "Mr. Chu, Mr. Chu!" ”

She reached out and tried to touch him, but could only pass through his bleeding palm. She cried and blamed herself, "I'm sorry, I hurt you, Mr. Chu, don't remember me, for the sake of your family and your career, compromise, marry Xu Ya!" ”

"I will never marry Xu Ya!"

Chu Shijun didn't hear what Shi Shi said to him, he just wanted to repeat it and show his attitude again.

Shi Shi cried, "Mr. Chu! ”

I want to stretch out my arms, hold him, take his head into my arms, and send warmth and strength to this man as before.

The servant came over with a medicine box and knelt down to bandage the young master, but Chu Shijun refused.

With that, he carried a bloody palm, turned upstairs, and returned to his room.

Along the way, blood dripped, and white marble was splashed with red like flower petals.

"Mr. Chu, go and bandage the wound first, please." Shi Shi followed in a hurry.

At this time, Chu Shijun didn't know what pain was for a long time. Compared to the pain of being cut by a knife at the tip of the heart, the pain in the palm is nothing, and it is not as good as a mosquito bite!

Returning to the room, closing the door tightly, Chu Shijun sat on the edge of the bed decadently, and let that hand continue to drip blood - what is he, family puppet? For the sake of the family, even marriage cannot be decided on its own.

Although there are many wealthy business marriages, they are only the choice of some people. Some people are willing to give up love for the sake of status, and some people can't, just like Chu Shijun.

opened the drawer at the head of the bed and took out a photo album from it, which was full of photos of Chu Shijun and Shi Shi. Since Shi Shi's death, these group photos have become the only pleasure in a man's life, he looks at them every day, reminisces them every day, reviews their love every day, and does not let himself forget.

"Mr. Chu, please, forget me!" Shi Shi wiped his tears, knowing that it was useless to shout like this.

She decided to walk into Mr. Chu's dream.

Generally speaking, when you are not doing a task, you can't break into other people's dreams at will, which is very merit-consuming. But for the sake of Mr. Chu, she decided to do it.

Looking at the photo album, Mr. Chu fell asleep on the bed.

In the dream, it was a bright sunny day, cloudless and blue.

Chu Shiwan was wearing a bright pink dress, walking in the sun, and gradually approached the man.

But for some reason, when she came to Chu Shijun, the clothes on her body changed and became the red team uniform she wore when she died.

"Shi Shi, I don't like this outfit, don't wear it again in the future." The man hugged Shi Shi tightly into his arms.

Shi Shi's face was pressed against Chu Shijun's chest, and he said with a side face: "Mr. Chu, I am already dead, please forget me, this is my last request to you." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about! You're good, you're not dead! ”

"Please, you have to live well, you want to be happy, Mr. Chu, if you love me, please forget about me......"

Chu Shijun pushed harder, hugged her tighter, and shook his head and said, "Shi Shi, aren't you good, you didn't die, you didn't die!" ”

But I woke up in the cold early morning, and my pillow was soaked with tears.