Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

Li Zhao stood there, his legs as heavy as lead, unable to move even a step.

Wen Yuan is even better than him.

She didn't dare to go in.

When Wen Yuan received a call from the crew in the middle of the night, she thought they had drunk too much to celebrate the completion of filming and were so happy that they wanted to share their joy with her, but the first words they said left her speechless.

First sentence: Star was kidnapped.

Second sentence: Someone saved her.

The third sentence: The man who saved her was called Gao Yu. He was stabbed in the heart by the gangsters while trying to save Star and has died.

!

"You said...who did you say?"

"Gao Yu. Gao, which means tall or short. Yu, which means law, without the radical. Mr. Wen, do you know this person? If so, please notify his family. We are now at Lin City First Hospital."

The other end of the phone was very noisy, with all kinds of sounds filling the channel. Wen Yuan could hardly hear what he was saying.

Who died?

Gao Yu?

Li Heng?

Impossible, how could that be.

Although they had long guessed that he had come to the world, he had never appeared in front of them, and Wen Yuan rarely thought of him.

This was the first time she heard from him, and it was a death notice.

He did not die in the bloody battle for the throne among the five sons of the Taifeng Dynasty, nor did he die on the dangerous battlefield on the frontier. Instead, in today's society ruled by law, he was stabbed to death!

Wen Yuan's breathing stopped suddenly. A minute later, she came to her senses and called Gao Yan.

I called several times in a row, but no one answered.

The next moment, she asked Lao Lu to come quickly and take her to the beach villa.

Wen Yuan turned her head to look at Li Zhao beside her. His towering eyebrows were twisted into a snow-capped mountain, and his stern and gloomy eyes were hidden under thick eyelashes, making it impossible for her to see the sorrow in them.

A small hand gently pulled Wen Yuan.

She lowered her eyes and saw that the little boy's eyes were red and he was shaking, probably because he was scared.

The "morgue" has a low temperature all year round, and the cold air blowing out from the cracks in the door froze their feet.

Wen Yuan squatted down and held him in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, we're with you."

Wen Xiaochuan shed tears silently, and put his little hands around Wen Yuan's neck. Wen Yuan hugged him and stood up straight.

The little person in his arms kept shaking. He couldn't control it. He was so scared.

Wen Yuan almost squeezed him into his arms, trying to transfer his body temperature to Wen Xiaochuan.

The three of them stood at the door for far too long. The person leading the way coughed and said, "Boss Wen, please come in."

His voice broke the silence, and Li Zhao beside him was the first to step in.

Wen Yuan took a deep breath and followed him in.

There was a bed in the middle, made of cold stainless steel, without a trace of warmth.

On the bed, there was a person lying flat on his back, covered with a white cloth.

This scene was very similar to the TV dramas Wen Yuan had watched. She knew that there was a corpse inside.

Suddenly, she didn't dare to go closer. She was really afraid that Li Heng's face would appear after the white cloth was lifted.

But Wen Xiaochuan in her arms couldn't help it. He cried and shouted, "Uncle, uncle, it's my uncle inside."

He saw the brown military boots on Li Heng's feet under the white cloth.

Li Heng was tall, and the white cloth covered his face but not his feet.

This pair of boots was a gift for Li Heng that Wen Xiaochuan bought with the help of his housekeeper after he learned how to shop online for the first time.

His uncle is so good to him, Wen Xiaochuan also wants to give him the best.

But why is my uncle lying there motionless?

Wen Xiaochuan struggled in Wen Yuan's arms, his little hands desperately grabbing at the white cloth: "Dad, it's my uncle. It's so cold in here. Please let my uncle get up quickly. He will get sick if he continues to sleep like this."

The tears that Wen Yuan had managed to hold back burst out after Wen Xiaochuan spoke.

At this time, Li Zhao had already abandoned all external perceptions.

He could hear no sound, only the blinding white before his eyes. He became a puppet, controlled by the white strings, and came to the bed.

[Lift the white cloth.]

[Open it quickly.]

[What are you standing there for? Hurry up and open it.]

Don't you want to see who's in there?

Someone kept urging him in his ear, like a death ghost casting a spell on him.

Li Zhao raised his trembling fingertips and finally lifted the white cloth.

The moment the white cloth was lifted, Wen Yuan closed his eyes.

"Uncle——"

Wen Xiaochuan's heart-wrenching cry made Wen Yuan suddenly open his eyes.

Under the white cloth was Li Heng's face.

Like a nightmare come true, Wen Yuan's vision was blurred by tears and he looked at Li Heng in pain.

He had changed a lot and lost a lot of weight, completely different from the Li Heng in Wen Yuan's memory.

She still remembered the first time she met Li Heng. Although he was a criminal and faced exile, his stubborn and proud character had never been broken.

But, he really died like that.

Li Zhao stood like a sculpture.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly tore off the white cloth covering Li Heng.

The dagger that was stuck in the chest is no longer there, but the wound and the shocking bloodstain left behind are eye-catching and glaring.

Li Zhao lowered his eyes and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of Li Heng's mouth.

The bloodstains had dried up long ago in the past few hours, and no matter how hard he wiped, he couldn't get them clean.

He looked calm, just repeating this meaningless action.

At this time, Wen Xiaochuan struggled to run down from Wen Yuan's arms. He was short and had to stand on tiptoe to see Li Heng clearly.

He gently placed his forehead against Li Heng's, and hot tears dripped onto Li Heng's face, becoming the only warmth on the cold body.

"Uncle, can you open your eyes and look at me, please? I'm Xiaochuan, your beloved Xiaochuan."

He was not afraid at all, because this was his uncle.

When he was a child, he grew up in his uncle's arms. How could he be afraid?

He was just sad, trembling with pain.

There was a sound of footsteps outside, and Ji Xingyao staggered out, with Shi Yubai following behind her.

"sorry Sorry……"

She was crying so hard that she had no other words to say but just kept saying "I'm sorry".

Who should I feel sorry for? Li Heng or Li Zhao?

Li Zhao knew that she had done nothing wrong to anyone, and everything was Li Heng's own choice.

Wen Yuan hugged Ji Xingyao and patted her shoulder comfortingly.

She looked up at Li Zhao, who was still wiping Li Heng's face.

Wen Yuan signaled Shi Yubai, and Shi Yubai immediately took Ji Xingyao from her hands.

Wen Yuan walked forward and gently took Li Zhao's hand: "Don't wipe it, I'll find a towel."

Li Zhao pushed her hand away and remained silent.

He covered the boy with the white cloth again, then squatted down and took Wen Xiaochuan into his arms: "Let's take my uncle home, okay?"

Wen Xiaochuan nodded desperately. It was too cold here and his uncle couldn't stay here.

Li Zhao came up to Wen Yuan and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to take Ah Heng away. The procedures may be a bit complicated. Please take care of it."

"Where are you taking him?" Wen Yuan asked with red eyes.

Li Zhao did not answer.

An hour later, Li Zhao left with Li Heng's body, and Wen Xiaochuan also left with him.