Chen Qingyue looked at the person on the flat car, and never dared to confirm and accept this fact.

Where I was standing, I felt like my feet were glued to the floor, and I couldn't lift them.

She didn't dare to look at it, and she didn't dare to admit that Murong Junxi was dead.

Her heart swelled with sadness, self-blame, guilt, and regret.

If he had called him at the time and promised him, would there have been no such thing?

It's all her, it's all her, killing him.

The more she thought about it, the more she regretted it, Chen Qingyue's tears fell, she bit her lip tightly, and threw herself on the flat car to save the person.

She felt powerless, her whole body was leaning on the flat car, and her thoughts were on the verge of collapse.

She hugged her tightly, but she didn't cry out after all, and the events of the past few days have made her more and more desperate.

Although the person is very young, this heart is already full of holes.

However, the tears were like raindrops, rolling down one by one, as if they were soaked in the white cloth.

She really couldn't believe it, couldn't believe it at all, and he just went.

She wanted to make herself strong and brave to face it, but now she feels so uncomfortable and painful.

Even breathing hurts, she doesn't want him to die, she wants him to live better than anyone else.

"Murong Junxi, Murong Junxi, wake up, wake up, look at me, I'm Qingyue ......"

Chen Qingyue cried silently, and the tears had blurred the vision in front of her.

At this moment, she really realized that something was desperate, that is, Shen Xingjue tortured her, and she was not afraid.

Even if she can't finish her studies, she is not afraid.

Even if she is despised by her classmates, she is not afraid.

What she was afraid of was that Murong Junxi would suddenly leave like this, and he would leave.

At this moment, she had already cried into a tearful person, and she didn't notice that someone came to her at all.

The man slowly squatted in front of her, stretched out his slender fingers, and gently wiped away her tears.

"Qingyue, it's me." His voice is clear and translucent, gentle and affectionate, like a stream trickling down a mountain stream, fresh and smooth, soothing and gentle.

Chen Qingyue was stunned for a moment, looked up at the man in front of her, and then looked at her flat car.

I was a little stunned for a while, but I didn't come to my senses.

The man's seductive voice slowly rose: "Qingyue, I'm not dead." Don't be sad. ”

Murong Junxi smiled gently, like a brilliant sunshine, which made people feel warm.

Chen Qingyue looked up at the man with a confused face, at this moment he seemed to be standing in the backlight, like a god who stepped on Qinghui.

While crying, she asked in disbelief, "Murong Junxi, is that you?"

"Yes, it's me." Murong Junxi stretched out his arm and gently circled her.

Chen Qingyue felt the familiar smell on his body, as well as his body temperature, which made her come back to her senses quickly.

It was him Murong Junxi, and Junxi did not die.

She raised her pale face, looked at Murong Junxi with red eyes, looked at him in disbelief, and asked in a sobbing voice, "Murong Junxi, is it really you?"

Murong Jun nodded seriously, Xi smiled slowly, smiled gently, and the smile reached the bottom of his eyes.

At this moment, he is wearing a white shirt, like a young man, which makes him more elegant and noble.

"It's me, Qingyue, I haven't seen you for the last time, how could I be willing to die?" He lifted her up from the ground.

Hearing him say this, she instantly came to her senses, restrained her emotions, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Murong Junxi put his hand on her back: "Asked." ”