Chapter 1715: Domineering Empress Vs. Disastrous Neighbors (Seventy-Five)

1713. Chapter 1713 Domineering Empress vs. Disastrous Neighbors (75)

"If I had known this earlier, I shouldn't have fought for power with you willfully in the first place. You don't want this country anymore. What else do I have to do?"

As he spoke, he smiled and said briskly: "But it doesn't matter, I will guard the country for you, and I won't let other people get in the way. When you want anything, I will give it back to you... It should be, It's yours."

"Oh yes, I almost forgot, in fact, the jade carving last time...you threw it into the river, I jumped in and picked it up again, but it was too broken, and some fragments can no longer be found, it's all my fault, I lost it myself..."

His throat seemed to be pinched by a pair of hands, and he couldn't say anything. Jun Zhan tugged at the corners of his lips, trying to laugh, but he couldn't.

The lightness of the disguised mood gradually became depressed and gloomy.

The greatest sorrow in the world,

It's you who can't even pretend to laugh.

After she left that day, he looked at the mirror-like river surface, and for some reason, he jumped into the river in a daze, frozen in it for several hours, and only grabbed a few pieces.

It was clear that his whole body was cold at the time, but he felt even colder in his heart.

The broken jade carving is broken after all.

like broken feelings,

No matter how much you regret and try to make up for it, it will still be of no avail.

Broken things cannot be put back together, and even if they come back, they will never be the same again.

In the end, the bitterness buried in the bottom of my heart separates two people and two worlds.

Jun Zhan stayed in the room quietly for a while, his eyes were empty, he had no focus, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It was not until it was dark that he moved his stiff fingertips. Because of long periods of inactivity, the body becomes stiff.

The pale and handsome man coughed twice, his fingers with beautiful knuckles pressed against his lips and coughed up some blood. The dark blue blood vessels were particularly clear on the translucent cold white hand, making him even more vulnerable.

The man coughed lightly as the candlelight flickered, bringing a morbid beauty.

Jun Zhan's eyes did not waver, like a dead lake.

He finally glanced at the corpse lying on the couch, his eyes cold and emotionless.

Not her.

Not even if it looks like it.

The existence of such a substitute only tarnishes her.

Shouldn't exist.

In fact, in retrospect, Jun Zhan can still find many loopholes in what happened three days ago, but he didn't notice it when he lost his mind at the beginning.

Perhaps he also noticed that at that time, he still didn't want to bet on the 1% risk to give up saving her.

Because he didn't want her to be in any more danger, even if there was only a 99% chance that she would not have an accident, he still went in without hesitation.

This feeling that all calmness and self-restraint are influenced and influenced by one person is too dangerous for Jun Zhan.

Maybe Jun Zhan would have died as long as it was just one second later.

Thrilling?

Terrifying indeed.

Jun Zhan looked at this matter from the perspective of a bystander, an ordinary person.

I also felt that this matter was indeed thrilling, and the people who broke in were also stupid.

But if never once.

Jun Zhan knows.

He still chooses to do so.

His life is already hers, so why not give it to her directly?

Think about it,

Jun Zhan looked at the sky outside the window, and expressionlessly picked up the mask next to him and put it on his face, as if isolating all his expressions, only the boundless indifference, which made people cold to the core.

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