Chapter 1746: The Domineering Empress Vs. The Disasters (One Hundred and Six)

1744. Chapter 1744 Domineering Empress vs. Disastrous Neighbors (106)

later,

A flower really blooms in time, and the flower blooms and falls again. The fragrance of plum blossoms is refreshing and clean, and it seems to have a special taste. The faint floral fragrance is like a unique nostalgia.

The cold wind blew bleakly, and he stood alone in the endless snow, staring at the plum blossoms that were blooming just right.

That winter, that cave.

Jun Zhan will never forgive himself in his life.

It was the little hamster who died by his own hands, and it was Jun Zhan who watched the little hamster's breath gradually weaken, and it was Jun Zhan who was so helpless watching the little hamster, which was clearly covered in blood, but touched Jun Zhan's finger. Jian, comforting the master not to be sad.

Jun Zhan couldn't imagine the original picture,

At that time, its only hope was him, but he forced it to wait all night, and it was a delay.

If he hadn't brought it out, if he hadn't waited all night, if he had discovered the cave earlier, maybe it wouldn't have died...

At that time, Jun Zhan's hands were shaking, and the body holding the little hamster was still cold.

regret, distressed.

Jun Zhan can never forgive himself, he owes it.

Jun Zhan held the jug by himself, so he leaned his head against the tree trunk, looking at a light splashing from the sky, the snow was falling one after another, and his eyes were lost, but Jun Zhan seemed to see the man's wanton smile in an instant. .

He was stunned, his eyes fixed on the picture, he stretched out his hand, slightly curled his fingertips, and touched the picture carefully, but his fingertips passed through the air and touched nothing.

Jun Zhan smiled lowly, the smile was hoarse, as if he was laughing at himself, and at the same time as he was laughing at the world...

In Aiqing's gamble, whoever admits defeat first will be wounded.

Jun Zhan lost.

"I'm so cold." Jun Zhan whispered, not knowing who he was talking to.

What responded to him was everlasting silence.

The smile in Jun Zhan's eyes gradually disappeared, "Don't you care about me..."

The voice was very light, very light, and drifted in the air along with the overwhelming white snow.

Since then,

There will never be a person who puts a cloak on him with his own hands when he says it's cold.

Since then,

There will never be another person who said that he would accompany him to watch the sunrise,

Accompany him to sunset.

Since then,

There will never be a person who will look at him so intently and earnestly in the afternoon sun.

never again...

Spring has hundreds of flowers, autumn has moon, summer has cool breeze and winter has snow,

Since then,

Jun Zhan is no longer white.

When I was young,

We always lose someone so easily,

He was still smiling like a flower at first, but when he turned around, it was already the end of the world.

A person asks you good morning every day, good night to you before going to bed, no matter how busy you are, you have to make time to accompany you, take the initiative to find a topic just to talk to you, worry that you are bored and try to make you happy, know what you like, What you don't like, pay the most attention to your feelings, always accommodate you and indulge you.

It's only a brief appearance, but it's hard to forget that person who is as warm as the breeze and bright moon,

It's not a bang, it's earth-shattering, but it's a long stream of water.

Her appearance has become a habit, and once this habit is formed, it is difficult to get rid of.

No one hates the feeling of being cared for, it's addicting.

But,

In the blink of an eye, things were different.

He was still talking and laughing for a second...

Jun Zhan has countless regrets,

Back then in Chang'an Street, why didn't she hold her hand all the time?

good afternoon