His Xuan 'er

Every time Shangguan Shaoheng thought of Shui Xuan 'er's thin appearance, and every time he thought of how he had forgotten everything and treated her like that, he couldn't stand it.

A tear of blood flowed out of Shangguan Shaoheng's eye.

Shangguan Shaoheng trembled as he looked at the blood and tears flowing down his face. Even his hands were trembling.

"Xuan 'er, Xuan' er ..."

Shangguan Shaoheng was almost wailing Shui Xuan 'er's name.

The shouts seemed to come from his throat.

Shangguan Shaoheng felt as if all the energy in his body had been sucked out, and there was only Shui Xuan 'er in his mind.

He couldn't believe it, and he didn't dare to believe it. He didn't dare to believe that Shui Xuan 'er would die like this.

No, she would not die.

He still remembered the way she looked when she came to find him. He, Xuan 'er, his Xuan' er, how could he treat his Xuan 'er like that?

It was all these people, all these people.