Men shed blood but not tears. At this moment, Lu Jinwen was in so much pain that he wished he was dead. He couldn't even touch Lin Xuanji.
Finally, there would come a day when even looking at her and hearing her voice became a luxury.
The boundless darkness and helplessness engulfed him. He couldn't do anything. He was helpless and helpless.
His winter snow and summer rain, his spring flowers and autumn fruits, they were all because of her.
At this moment, the old grandfather clock in the living room rang. Dong, dong, dong … it was 12 o 'clock. A new day had begun.
How was she?
He didn't know …
He actually didn't know …
Ha.
Lu Jinwen lay on the soft bed. The room was dark and his world had also become dark.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door. Butler Ye's respectful voice could be heard from outside. "Sir, there's news from the hospital. You and Young Madam's heart match … has failed.
"This month, many people have come to participate in the heart match, but … all of them have failed. I'm afraid there's no heart suitable for Young Madam in this world."
Butler Ye was very tactful with his words. Actually, he was hoping for a miracle to happen, but the miracle didn't come.
The days passed by silently and unbearably.
After he said that, there was no reply from the room. That night, Lu Jinwen stayed in his room and didn't step out.
…
The next day, at the airport lobby.
The staff saw a familiar figure. "Sir, hello. Are you waiting for someone again?"
Lu Jinwen nodded. "Mm."
He walked over to the glass window and slowly raised his hand. His five fingers gently touched the glass window, creating a ripple.
He walked from one end to the other, his deep gaze fixated on the person who was walking out. Another flight had arrived and everyone had come out.
The staff looked at Lu Jinwen. This man was really strange. This month, he would come every day.
He had been waiting for the person on this flight every day.
Initially, there was a faint trace of hope on his handsome face, but day after day, he became more and more taciturn.
He didn't seem to have changed his clothes today. His shirt and trousers were the same as yesterday. After a night, his custom-made clothes were already wrinkled. His firm jaw also had circles of green stubble, which made him look gloomy and gloomy.
Now he was leaning against the glass window, his deep eyes locked onto everyone inside. There seemed to be light in his eyes, so pious, so pious, so desperate and sorrowful at the same time.
Who is he waiting for?
Was he waiting for a girl?
He must … really, really love … that woman.
Soon, the people inside came out and were taken away by their relatives. The staff didn't lock the door immediately. He wanted to give the man a little more time. "Sir, the person you're waiting for doesn't seem to be here today."
Lu Jinwen looked at the empty road. He smirked and said in a hoarse voice, "It doesn't matter. I'll wait until she doesn't come. If she doesn't come, I'll wait forever."
With that, Lu Jinwen turned and left.
The staff was very sad. He sighed and was about to close the door when he suddenly heard light footsteps. A small hand reached in. "I'm sorry, I'm a little late."
The staff was startled. A few seconds later, he lifted his eyes to look at the man. The man had already walked far away, to the airport entrance.
"Miss, are you that person? The person that Sir has been waiting for? He's over there! "The staff pointed excitedly.
Lin Xuanji glanced sideways. She saw a tall figure in the vast sea of people.
She dragged her luggage and walked two steps forward, calling out loudly, "Lu Jinwen!"
Lu Jinwen was just about to step out of the airport entrance when he suddenly froze.
— -Lu Jinwen!
Someone was calling him.
His memory went back to decades ago. Lin Xuanji was bright and beautiful then. She would often chase after him, calling him over and over again. "Lu Jinwen … Lu Jinwen? Lu Jinwen! "
He heard it.
At that time, he really heard it. But he didn't turn back.
Not even once.
When he turned back at Bangkok Number 1, he missed her.
Was he hallucinating now?
His two palms that were hanging by his side suddenly clenched into fists. His calm and lonely heart suddenly felt like it was in a storm. He slowly turned around.
Lin Xuanji was standing in front of him.
She was back?
She was back!
Lin Xuanji was wearing a long black dress today. The simple and elegant black color perfectly accentuated her beautiful figure. Her silky black hair cascaded down her shoulders, accentuating her gentleness and elegance.
After so many years, she had transformed from wearing a fiery red dress to this gentle and clean look. She had the most enchanting beauty that time had given her.
Lu Jinwen promptly walked towards her.
He bumped into someone on the way. The passerby reprimanded him. "Hey, what's wrong with you? Can't you use your eyes when you walk?"
Lu Jinwen didn't stop. It was as though he didn't hear anything. His gaze and the gentleness in his heart were all for her.
He walked forward, standing in front of her.
He slowly lifted his hand, caressing her face.
He wasn't sure if this was a dream.
He wanted to confirm her body temperature. Only her body temperature could give him a sense of security.
He caressed her face. Her soft, smooth skin was warm.
It was really warm.
He curved his lips, smiling at her tenderly. As he smiled, two drops of hot tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
It was great.
She was back.
He stretched out his strong arms and pulled her into his embrace. He hugged her tightly, wanting to fuse her into his bones and blood. He buried his head in her silky hair, sniffing her scent greedily. He murmured in a low voice, "Xuanji, I knew that … you would definitely come back."
Lin Xuanji didn't hug him back, nor did she push him away. She curved her red lips and replied softly, "I won't forget what I promised you."
"Then … can you leave the rest of your time to me?"
Lin Xuanji nodded lightly. "Mm."
In this one month in Country Z, Jun Xiwan had passed her a small piece of handwriting that Mo Sheng had written before he died. Mo Sheng had said, "Xuanji, you only have one life. Don't let your heart be mistreated. Don't have any regrets. You've ended your hatred with Lu Jinwen, but what about your love?"
Yesterday, when the candlelight was flickering and was about to be extinguished, all she could think about was this man.
She wanted to make sure that she had no regrets for the rest of her life.
She wanted to end this love with her own hands.
She wanted to end this love with her own hands.
Hearing her nod, Lu Jinwen let go of her and held her soft hand tightly in his palm. He pulled her and ran outside.
The cool autumn wind blew against her dress, curling it around his black trousers. She asked, "Where are we going?"
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