Chapter 154: Love's Sorrow (2)
Perhaps only Zhou Cheng could hear the words that were constantly moaning in the mouth of the woman who was too sad but had calmed down. That was a person's name, a name that Zhou Cheng was very familiar with, a name that made him feel sad about her fate - Han Ji! Every time Zhou Cheng thought of Han Ji, he felt sympathy from the bottom of his heart. Now that Zhou Yan had passed away, how would that poor woman face the rest of her life? Even if Zhou Yan had never loved her, at least she had someone to rely on at that time...
Thinking of this, Zhou Cheng couldn't help but feel sad for his fate. Whether it was Han Ji or Zhou Yan, including himself, it just proved the old saying: What is yours is yours after all, and what is not yours cannot be obtained even if you force it; looking at Yin Yin, Zhou Cheng and Feng Qinghan also didn't understand why she was so painful. Was it because of Zhou Yan's death? Or because the person who killed Zhou Yan was Zhao Ziheng? Thinking of Zhao Ziheng, Zhou Cheng couldn't help but cast his eyes on Zhao Ziheng behind Yin Yin, but he couldn't tell anything from his back.
The heavy rain came without warning, but seemed to fall at the right time, washing away the thick bloodstains on the ground. After people cleared up, the ground was covered with bright red, gradually forming an extremely strange scene.
Suddenly, when no one noticed, Zhao Ziheng fell down without any warning, first landing on his knees. Before his body fell completely, another figure that no one noticed rushed to his side and caught his falling body.
"Your Majesty!!!" Wu Yao was the first to react. He rushed forward without caring about Wang Ye's obstruction. Wang Ye followed closely after he reacted.
"Hey!! What's wrong with you? Wake up!" The person who suddenly appeared was none other than Ling Menghan. She supported Zhao Ziheng, whose face was ashen, and kept shaking him, with an expression of concern that could not express in words.
"Your Majesty!" Wu Yao came to Zhao Ziheng and looked at him at a loss.
Wang Ye stepped forward to examine Zhao Ziheng immediately, and Shan Zhen came over soon after.
Zhao Ziheng's eyes blinked lifeless and very strenuously under the rain. He looked at the person who caught him and raised his trembling and bloody hand. A very light smile appeared on the pale face of the injured person. That smile was so gentle that it seemed to be able to accommodate everything... The heartbeat of the person who saw it immediately slowed down, and even accelerated. He held Zhao Ziheng's hand that was touching his face with eagerness and shyness.
Wu Yao felt that this imagination was unreal. When had he ever seen Zhao Ziheng smile so gently? And towards Ling Menghan?
Wang Ye may have noticed Zhao Ziheng's expression, or maybe not. After all, he was more concerned about Zhao Ziheng's physical condition at the moment.
Seeing Zhao Ziheng's lips moving slightly, Ling Menghan hurriedly said: "What do you want to say?"
Ling Menghan's expression was so genuine, and the truth she revealed was self-evident, which made Wu Yao a little surprised, even stunned; however , there was another person who, like Wu Yao, was surprised by Ling Menghan's reaction, and that person was Feng Qinghan.
"Shu'er——"
Two names that were both extremely unfamiliar and familiar to Ling Menghan came out of that trembling mouth. Although the voice was very light and weak, she still heard it clearly. When she heard the name, her heart trembled, and she subconsciously loosened her hands that were holding Zhao Ziheng, her eyes filled with emptiness and confusion.
A flash of lightning lit up the sky, followed by deafening thunder.
The smile on Zhao Ziheng's lips was so gentle yet could not conceal the sadness. He looked at the person in front of him with his gentle and distracted eyes. In the eyes of others, he was looking at Ling Menghan, but only Zhao Ziheng and Ling Menghan knew that he was looking at another person; the hand that was touching Ling Menghan's face was gently stroking her face lightly and tremblingly, his eyes revealed reluctance and thousands of words that were difficult to express, and a dark red liquid continued to flow out of his mouth. The red made people feel a little weird, but it was soon diluted by the rain.
At this moment, Yinyin, who was sitting beside Zhou Yan's cold body, seemed to wake up from a dream. Her eyes regained focus. Her clear but still confused consciousness made her vaguely feel that someone was calling her name? Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide, turned around, and saw that person lying in someone else's arms. Before she could react, her body had already reacted...
"Ajun!!!"
With a shout, Yin Yin came to Zhao Ziheng's side, she almost crawled over.
Zhao Ziheng's dazed eyes flashed with light after Yinyin's cry, and his gradually fading consciousness regained some clarity. He slowly turned the focus of his eyes to the source of the sound, and slowly he saw the face of the person who broke his heart gradually becoming clearer in front of him, so close; Zhao Ziheng seemed to be completely unaware of whether the person he saw when his consciousness was dazed was real or not. He slowly moved the hand that was caressing the person's face to the person who was so close and clear that he dreamed of ...
When Zhao Ziheng's hand touched Yin Yin's face, he felt a sense of fulfillment that he had never felt before, because the touch in his hand made him feel more real than ever before. He rubbed it back and forth for a long time, and finally stopped. The look in his eyes when he looked at Yin Yin also changed from joy to satisfaction, and finally turned into deep guilt. He struggled to pull the muscles at the corners of his lips, and uttered a few words very slowly from his mouth. The voice was slow and light, but it seemed to have exhausted all his life's strength: "I'm sorry--"
Although there were only three words, and the voice was so light and seemed so unrealistic in the rain, Yinyin still heard it clearly, as well as Ling Menghan...
