C129 Regret 1

Fortunately, now that they were all dismissed, there was no need to look at the killing Devil King and act like this.

It was just like Qu Cunzi who had walked around the room, only to realize that it was a dream — just like that blurry girl who walked around freely in that dream — even the last information she had left in this world, a clue — was the owner's phone number. The landlord said that he had only seen her once, and that he did not know her real name.

Just like that, a living person had disappeared.

He had the feeling that he was just having a dream. Just like the first half of his life, it was just a ridiculous dream.

The sun was shining and the willows were shining.

Qu Cunzi passed through the fake mountain fountain, and saw the long Ginkgo Tree Formation in the distance.

He stopped.

He was dressed in a suit, and he was in high spirits. He looked like a normal person.

Yes, Yue Ming was right. He was a completely, utterly heartless man.

He rested against the biggest ginkgo tree.

As the wind blew, the gingko leaves fell off one by one. He raised his head and let the leaves fall on his face and hair. It was bleak and cold and moist.

To think that it would be so ice-cold.

One night, the moonlight was like frost as he praised the beauty of a woman:

Speaking of gold, her hair shone with golden light …

Speaking of silver, her delicate hands clearly looked as pure as a crescent moon …

But one of the most beautiful treasures is the hardest to find

This was her beautiful and pure heart.

That was his praise to Jiang Yueming. Towards the other woman, he had always thought that she wouldn't understand him, the foolish Li Xiaobao, how could he understand her?

She didn't even know how to be jealous.

Other than playing games, Li Xiaobao was completely an idiot.

And so the lazy woman answered him: The rose is lovely, but it is open in the bush, the wild rose is lovely, but it stings, and people, though they enjoy it, seldom treasure it.

So that was the case.

Because that happiness, that warmth, had come too easily, he had never known how to cherish it.

Because he was too used to her warm embrace, her silent entanglement. That was why he didn't feel that it was valuable at all.

Just like air, just like water, it is indispensable to us, we cannot be separated from it for more than a second. But when do we treasure water and air? When do I feel that they are unreachable and need to be looked up to and admired?

The crutch came crashing down.

He had not noticed when the call had come in and when the call had come in. He had not even noticed the sound of footsteps.

Perhaps he had fallen asleep by then.

A man leaned against a cold tree, his face against the cold bark.

By the time he felt the pain, the crutches had already covered the sky … Soon, his head, face, shoulders, and body... There was nothing that didn't hurt …

He did not dodge.

He didn't dare to do so either.

He saw his old father, with white hair and beard, raise his crutch and hit him hard, hard. His father had never hit him like this since he was born.

He only got a single son in his middle age, like a precious gem.

Therefore, he had never beaten them before.

When Qu Cunzi was injured, the old man did not come back.

When Qu Cunzi got married, the old man didn't come back either.

He won't be back until he's divorced.

It was just a simple beating.

The corner of Qu Cunzi's mouth was covered with blood, his face was also covered with wounds, and he looked extremely miserable.

It was the old man who was angry. He was trembling with rage.