The cold young master
At this time, Shangguan Shaoheng's eyes were so red that they looked like they were about to drip blood. His hands gripped the bed frame tightly, and he could only control his emotions.
Otherwise, he couldn't help but want to kill someone. The blood in his body was boiling and shouting to kill.
Shangguan Shaoheng had never had such an impulse to kill someone.
No one knew what he was feeling at this moment. His heart was bleeding, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.
His heart felt as if it had been hammered. No, it was as if it had been cut by a knife.
Every time Shangguan Shaoheng thought of Shui Xuan 'er, his head would hurt so much that it felt like it was going to explode.
He kept mumbling in his throat,"Xuan 'er, Xuan' er ..."
It was as if he could only feel better and have the feeling of being alive by saying this.
He could feel that his heart was still beating.
Otherwise, he would have thought that his heart was gone.