Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 1728 Domineering female emperor vs disaster water minister (91)

  Jun Zhan only felt that his whole body was cold for a moment, and his blood was flowing backwards, as if being frozen in ice, gradually suffocating, that boiling and enthusiastic heart fell into the endless abyss in an instant until it cooled.

  He always thought that she was sitting here before, dealing with the affairs of the court, but he did not expect that the person actually...

  His eyes were a little sour, and Jun Zhan's fingertips shivered fiercely. He stretched out his fingertips tremblingly to touch the neat fonts, so humble and insecure.

  The font under the fingertips is sharp and deep, not piercing. It is obviously polished by the master's extremely careful carving, and the one he touched just now is obviously just recently carved and there is no time to trim it.

  He followed the fonts one by one, as if following the cold temperature, he felt the hot body temperature...

  Next second,

  He suddenly raised his eyes, his fingertips were trembling, and he went mad to look for the copy paper on the table, his movements panicked and hurried.

  Jun Zhan suddenly thought that when that person was still there, he always liked to sit at the table and look at him, his eyes focused and dazzling as if he was gazing at the world's treasure.

  Looking like that is too daunting.

  He didn't understand before, but now, he seems to understand.

  Jun Zhan just raised an unbelievable but extremely close to the truth guess. He couldn't believe it, but he felt unreasonably and stubbornly that it was really the truth.

  The table case was rummaged and messed up, rice paper scattered on the table,

  Jun Zhan’s movements finally stopped. He stood motionless, like a pale and wooden sculpture in the night.

  The whole wooden house fell into deathly silence.

  Those pieces of rice paper, usually pressed by the owner at the bottom of the data, have now been turned over and they are lying on the table peacefully.

  There is a person painted all over there.

  He is smiling, annoyed, staring out of the window, low-eyed reading...

  Pictures,

   are all...

   Jun Zhan.

  Jun Zhan himself didn’t even know when he painted the white, so many pictures, so hard.

Jun Zhan stared at the paintings, he finally stretched out his stiff fingertips, carefully touched the paintings scattered on the table, and put his posture to the humblest point, like the most devout believer. Sit the most sacred prayer.

  His fingertips were shaking, shaking, almost to the point of weakness.

  Fingertips finally fell on the paintings, and under each painting, there was a line of words written, and each line of words was different.

   "May you enjoy yourself in this life and feel lonely."

   "May you have a beloved person in the future, and all the best."

   "May the rest of your life be peace and joy, and no more sorrow."

  "May someone accompany you to watch the sunrise, and someone to give you good morning."

  "From now on, I wish you a good life and a worry-free road ahead."

  Every sentence, every blessing, is the ardent and stubborn love of that person. The temperature is so hot that even the tip of the heart is burning.

  A drop of tear, suddenly fell down without warning.

   dripped on the pure white rice paper, slowly smudging the ink strokes, blurring the neat text on the rice paper.

  The man who was once arrogant and conceited, his eyes blushed off guard.

……why? Why?

Why!

What is   ?

  Why, why do you like him so much.

  Jun Zhan finally understood that he had lost one, and how deeply he had loved him.

  But he,

   but personally lost her...

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  (End of this chapter)