Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

You, how nice it should be. "

The pain, all over the body, pervasive, every cell, every drop of blood, seemed to have experienced a more severe torture than Ling Chi, Ye Xiyang had never felt such pain.

But even so, he didn't dare to show a little bit, even didn't dare to breathe a little bit harder, as if he was afraid of disturbing the nagging him in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I... didn't take responsibility, and I won't do it in the future."

Chu Jingran closed his completely blurred eyes, and said with a slight smile, "Then I... just forgive you for the last time... that's it."

"it is good……."

There was a blur in front of his eyes, Chu Jingran raised his hand again with all his strength, and touched the drawing board relying on his memory, but he found that he had no extra strength to turn over the fourth page of drawing paper.

Is it... over?

At the very second when his arm was about to fall weakly, the generous and warm hand in his memory caught it, and they opened the fourth page of drawing paper together.

In an elegantly decorated French restaurant, a man and a man are eating elegantly.

With a trembling voice suppressed, "That's me, the fourth time I met you, when you brought that woman into the restaurant, I was thinking, could this be your girlfriend..."

The grief overflowing in his chest made every rib of Ye Xiyang tremble. If it was blocked in his chest or in his throat, he never knew that time could pass in such pain, his heart could ache so violently, every second passed by. It's like Ling Chi's severe pain, the flesh of the wrist pierces the bone.

He put his arms around his soon-to-be-died lover, and instead of his voice, he narrated the scene that they used to be like yesterday, and recalled the slow motion like an old movie, and he was alive in every scene.

Arrogant, dismissive, sharp, awkward, and... fragile, something he has never seen.

He never knew that it turned out that he had missed so much about this person, missed so many beautiful moments between them in four years, and missed countless fragile moments of him. Completely missed this person in this life.

Feeling the child-like smile on the corner of his mouth, closing his eyes in his arms, feeling the palm of his hand hanging down in vain, feeling the heart echoing in the ear can no longer beat, feeling the warmth and slowness that belongs to him alone. Slowly fading, this process is thousands of times more painful than any torture in the world.

Ye Xiyang closed his eyes in pain, his heart seemed to be held tightly by an invisible hand and immersed in the pool, allowing the coldness to invade inch by inch, "However, please forgive me one last time, the last time, the last time, okay?"

"..." Leaning on the man's shoulder, the young man with his eyes closed is like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale, peaceful and beautiful.

……

"Of course, don't be angry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have eaten your uncooked noodles, I shouldn't have gotten sick, I shouldn't have made you worry."

The young man stared at his beautiful eyes and said angrily, "Who is worried about you, I am not worried about you."

Afterwards, he embraced himself in his arms, and the man said in a low voice: "Okay, okay, no, I know I'm wrong, don't be angry, okay?"

With this posture, the young man turned his head and said, "Hmph, then I will forgive you for the last time."

"Okay, one last time..."

……

At this moment, Ye Xiyang could no longer maintain all the pretense and composure, closed his eyes in pain, and hugged the dead person tightly in his arms, the endless warmth in his sockets fell on his shoulders and closed his eyes On the pale cheeks of the deceased.

"Of course, of course, of course..."

"what--!!!"

In the silence of the room, the man collapsed into a desperate roar like a wild beast driven into a corner by a hunter, his voice was full of heart-piercing pain.

16. Fanwai - Zhou Qing

As soon as he left the meeting room, the glamorously dressed female secretary immediately followed the hurried people, flipping through the itinerary in her hand to report the next itinerary, "Mr. Ye, you have a financial interview in half an hour. For the more famous columns, the public relations department has already communicated with people in advance."

"Ah."

In front of the office, the secretary stopped, the man pushed the door open, and the office door closed.

Ye Xiyang, oh, it shouldn't be Zhou Qing.

Sitting at the desk, Zhou Qing glanced at Today, which was specially circled on the desk calendar, thought for a while, and took out his mobile phone to call Ye Zhai.

The phone rang twice and was connected, and a servant's voice came from the other end of the phone respectfully, "Mr. Ye."

"Where's the mother?"

"The old lady locked herself in her room early this morning. She knocked on the door during lunch time, but the old lady told us not to disturb her."

Zhou Qing was silent for a while, "Let Yanyan serve some porridge to someone, remember to be careful, don't let him burn his hands."

"OK……."

"Daddy, is it Daddy calling?" Suddenly a soft boy's voice came from the other end of the phone.

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