Yan Ru stared at his blood-stained hands, and slowly held his hands with the only strength he had left, and only the only figure was reflected in his pure and bright eyes: "Mr. Liang, your hand, which is so good-looking, will not look good if it is stained with blood." ”

"Ruru, don't be afraid, I won't let you have anything, I will definitely not let you have anything." Liang Jinchuan hugged Yan Ru tightly, his heart seemed to have been stripped away, if he hadn't kept her by his side, she would not have suffered this catastrophe, and tears of pain and distress flowed down.

Is he destined to be lonely all his life and unworthy of love? Did he cry? Yan Ru looked at the traces that slipped from the corners of Liang Jinchuan's eyes stupidly, and wanted to wipe away the fragile tears for him, but she had no strength and couldn't lift her hand.

She smiled, smiling charmingly, this is the fragrance dyed with blood, and her voice is like a hollow valley orchid: "It turns out that you will really cry for me......"

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