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Gu Lee's voice suddenly became louder as he scolded, "Lee Lili, did you say that?"    

Everyone around was shocked, but Lee Lili stared at Gu Lee angrily, "Yes, so what?! Besides, I'm not making it up. I'm just telling her the truth! "    

"Do you know what you're doing? ;    

"Ahhh!" Gu Lee gritted his teeth.    

"I know, I just know, that's why I want to do this! Why was it that all the benefits would be taken over by Lu Xiaorong! Gu Lee, I like you, but why do you like Lu Xiaorong? What was better for her? Women like her are everywhere on the streets! " she said unwillingly.    

However, Gu Lee just looked at her with a bone-piercing cold gaze, "Lee Lili, a person like you will never understand what's so good about Xiaorong. "If you hadn't been so fond of her, perhaps things wouldn't have happened like today!"    

Lee Lili suddenly became dispirited, like a deflated ball. So, her liking was just a burden to him? He had simply disliked her!    

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Jun Zichen pulled Lu Xiaorong into the car and drove to their apartment. Lu Xiaorong, on the other hand, didn't struggle at all. She was like a wooden doll on the way. She didn't utter a single word throughout her whole life, but she was still as quiet as a ghost.    

The car drove to the parking garage under the apartment building. Jun Zichen got off the car and walked to Lu Xiaorong's car. He opened the car door, bent down, and carefully unbuckled the seat belt on her body.    

She suddenly stretched out her arms and tightly embraced his neck, burying her face in his chest. "Carry me up." The four words were short, but the voice was hoarse like someone crying.    

Jun Zichen's body jolted and he pursed his lips, "Ok."    

He carried her out of the car and into the elevator. Along the way, her face was buried in his chest, her shoulders faintly twitching.    

Jun Zichen lowered his head and looked at the person in his arms with a heavy gaze. She already knew that it was him, that was why he let her dearest brother leave this world. Now she knew that the person she should hate was him!    

His heart was in constant pain.    

His Predestine made him understand what kind of ultimate happiness was in this world, but he made his Predestine experience the pain of losing his family and relatives.    

Inside the apartment, he walked straight into the bedroom and carefully placed her on the bed, but her hands were still tightly wrapped around his neck, and her head was still buried in his chest.    

Her chest felt slightly wet, which must have been her tears.    

"I'm sorry." He whispered in her ear. At this point, no matter what he did, he couldn't make up for the mistakes he made at that time.    

In the past, he had hoped countless times that he would be able to meet her earlier. If that was the case, he could have accompanied her when she was in pain, but he had never thought that he would have met her when he was very early. Even if he was unconscious at that time, heavily injured and carried to the hospital, but … They had indeed met.    

Perhaps the reason he could survive at that time, was because he could sense the existence of the Predestine, allowing his body's instincts to have a strong will to survive.    

But at the same time, her pain was something he had brought her.    

When he said these three words, Lu Xiaorong's body suddenly trembled.    

"You should lie down for a while and calm down. Can we talk later if you have something to say?" Jun Zichen said. He couldn't even tell if she was the one who needed to calm down or him.    

Bang!" Or perhaps, he was afraid that she was about to say something, so he wanted to escape, even if only for a short period of time.    

However, the next moment, she suddenly exerted her strength and pushed him onto the bed.    

She straddled him, her head bowed, her face a blur of tears.    

He stared at her, his heart throbbing even harder. He had never seen her cry so miserably, even when she was fighting, even when she was wronged, even when she told him about the pain she had suppressed in her heart.    

Large tears continuously flowed out from her eyes, landing on his face, neck, and chest …    

It was burning hot, as if it was going to burn him whole.    

He raised his hand and caressed the tears on her face. His fingers felt numb, as if they were numb. He could only feel the scorching heat.    

He wiped it mechanically, but no matter how he wiped it, more and more tears came to her face.    

"Did you already know what Lee Lili was going to tell me?" she asked suddenly. When he had come to find her, he had also heard part of what Lee Lili had said. However, in his eyes, there was only unease, anxiety, and not shock.    

They had been together for almost two years, so how could she not be familiar with his gaze?    

"Yes." His eyes were fixed on her as he replied.    

"Is what Lee Lili said true?" She asked a second question.    

"Yes." The answer was still only this one word.    

"So, that day, the doctor delayed my brother's treatment for the sake of another injured person. Was that person really you?" she asked loudly, but looking into his eyes as if hoping he would deny it, tell her that it had just been a joke of his, that he was not the wounded man, that he had nothing to do with her brother's death.    

"Yes." His third "yes" had shattered her expectations.    

She sniffed. "Why not lie? If you're lying, I might choose to believe it. "    

"Do you want me to lie?" He could lie a thousand times if she wanted him to.    

"You're really a soldier, even if you're lying, you still have to ask me." She knew that he was upright, and it was this integrity of his that attracted her.    

She bent her head and kissed him heavily on the lips, a salty, bitter kiss mixed with tears.    

She kissed it hard, as if she were desperate, with an incomparable sadness. Her hands tugged at his clothes, as if she was trying to confirm what he was doing under the friction and impact of his body.    

He took her kiss, her touch, whatever she wanted.    

She was like a wounded animal, whimpering and resisting but desperately trying to grab onto something.