With the loss of his life force, his Deep Silver hair gradually lost its luster. He leaned against his beloved wife and opened his cherry red lips.
"Yueyue, there's a problem that I can't figure out even after thinking about it for my entire life."
Fu Shang's voice trembled,"..." What?"
"Who Do You Love? Is it that person called Jun Heng, or ..." I ...
Chen Yan tried to raise his hand and touch the woman's Black hair again, but his consciousness was gradually fading. His long and beautiful eyes closed, and his white fingertips hung down weakly.
He didn't even have time to hear Fu Shang's answer.
He saw his lover die in his arms.
Fu Shang closed her eyes and allowed two lines of tears to flow down from the corner of her eyes. She hugged the person in her arms tightly and her red lips trembled.
it's you. Junheng, it's you. The one I love has always been you.
Unfortunately, he had already passed away.
There was only regret.