Chapter 1181 You can cry in front of me

  It is not so much a figure as a corpse.

  A pool of blood next to the corpse was extremely dazzling, red to the point of a needle, stabbing Wen Chuyan's heart severely.

  That is the ink of the prime.

   Even if it turns into ashes, she will never admit her mistakes, Shengshimo.

  His posture of falling in a pool of blood is still so elegant, under the support of the bright blood, he is more noble than the prince, and his exquisite face is still so handsome that he can't pick a trace.

  At this moment, her eyes were closed tightly, her expression was peaceful, without any pain, it was as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

  But there is no sign of ups and downs in his chest, there is only an unusually conspicuous hole, there is no blood to flow, and the cold wind is ruthlessly pouring into it.

  Wen Churan always has the illusion that he will wake up at any time. She still feels that all this is an illusion until now, but she stared at his closed eyes, but she could not wait for his eyes to open.

  Is he dead?

   just died like this?

   Before she had time to see him for the last time, before she had time to say the last word to him, he just died without warning?

  She hasn't avenged him properly, and she hasn't had time to show him happiness.

  How could he...how could he just die like this? !

  Wen Churan's surface is calm, and a tsunami has already been rolled up in his heart.

  Sheng Zhixun’s tears burst out in an instant, and he roared, "You put my fourth brother's body here?! Why did you put my fourth brother here?!"

   on this cold floor...

  The Secretary-General explained later, “In order to better search for the clues left by the murderer, the scene of the crime must be maintained, and there must be no damage, including... the body of the President.”

  Gu Nanpei felt that Wen Churan's body was shaking severely, and his hands were cold to the bone, but he turned his head, but saw that Wen Churan's face did not show any expression. Facing Sheng Shimo's death, he did not seem to be moved at all.

  The more she was like this, the more worried Gu Nanpei was, and grasped her hand tightly, and whispered softly, “First dye, if you feel uncomfortable, just cry out, don’t hold it in your heart.”

   "Why should I cry." Wen Churan stared at Sheng Shimo on the floor, his eyes were dull without a trace of emotion, and his tone did not fluctuate at all, even with some merciless coldness.

   "Why should I cry for him? It's best for him to die...best if he is dead..."

This is what Wen Churan's mouth kept repeating.

   seems to be speaking to others, but it seems to be self-suggesting something.

  "First dye! Don't pretend it anymore! Don't hold on any more, okay?!" Gu Nanpei shook Wen Churan's shoulder vigorously, wishing to punch Wen Churan and cry.

  She knew that Wen Churan was just holding on, pretending not to care.

  Wen Churan like this made her feel more heartache.

At this moment, Wen Churan suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed Gu Nanpei away. He turned around and ran away. He was so flustered that he was escaping from a terrible hell. He was still chanting, "He died, the best... died." most…"

  Sheng Zhixun was already holding the door frame to cry so much that he couldn't even care about Wen Churan, only Gu Nanpei chased it out.

  "First dye...First dye..."

  I don’t know if the ground is too slippery, or Wen Churan’s feet are out of strength. She is running, and suddenly she staggers and falls to the ground with a plop.

   With this fall, she no longer had the strength to get up, and she lay motionless on the ground, as if she had become a corpse.

  Gu Nanpei immediately rushed forward, helped Wen Churan, and held her tightly in his arms.

   "The first dye... It's okay, you can cry in front of me..."

  (End of this chapter)