Chapter 493: I already have a lover (1)
Rebirth of a Nation's Darling – Prince Charming
Goodbye, my bride-
The last sentence rang out softly. It entered her ears like the wind, and then disappeared like the wind.
The rhythm of the crimson moon sounded again. It was light and fleeting, but it inexplicably made people feel sad and sad. It was like the crimson moon that suddenly changed in the sky. The city was filled with death, and blood quietly dripped.
The sun and moon changed, and the stars moved. The ancient town became a modern construction. People also forgot the ancient legends and the history that happened in this small town.
Only the red moon that appeared once every hundred years was recorded by generations and became a feature of this small city.
No one knew what the reincarnation of every hundred years represented. Only a group of people who had witnessed ancient history.
âAaah!â
Ding Hong let out a mournful cry.
She struggled desperately, trying to escape from the embrace that was restraining her.
âDonât move. Let me hug you for a while.â
As soon as Yueâs voice came out, her body froze.
â Why are you doing this?â Why are you doing this?â
âBecause I promised you.â The demon fox who had recovered her memories and emotions had to pretend to be proud even at the moment of death.
Ding Hong couldnât smile.â I donât want it! Take your heart back!â
âThen I wonât be able to find you.â
âItâs my turn to look for youâ¦I will definitely find youâ¦â
âI donât believe you.â
Ding Hong was so excited that he struggled to break free.
She looked down in a daze and saw the hands that were being cremated.
He didnât even have his hands, so how could he imprison her?
Ding Hong, who had been struggling to break free from his embrace a moment ago, was now frantically reaching out to grab his hand. In the end, other than a piece of debris that looked like a wildfire, there was nothing.
âNo, I canât! Donât-!â
âYouâre so stupid. What if you canât find me?â The corners of Yueâs mouth twitched slightly. That smile was really evil.â What if Iâm killed again? Waiting is a very annoying thing.â
âDonât say anymore. I beg you, donât say anymore!â
Moon fell silent and looked at the woman who was about to go crazy.
âIâll return it to you. I just need to return your heart to you, right?â Ding Hong stumbled to her feet and ran to the kitchen.
However, before she could even run two steps, her legs went weak and she fell to the ground. She clutched her chest and started to spasm.â Wuwu-!â
This kind of pain that was about to die, was this what Yue was feeling right now?
Then, when they were together in the past, was Yue also feeling that way?
So it was like this!
When he was angry, she would feel her chest tighten.
His face was clearly cold, but she could tell if he was happy or in a daze.
With just one look from him, she knew what dish he wanted to eat and what taste he hated.
As long as he was by her side, she would feel at ease. She knew from the bottom of her heart that anyone could hurt her, but he would not!
This was his heart! This was his feelings! All of it was reflected on her!
How do you feel now?
It jumped very fast, very fast, and very painful.
Whereâs Yue?
Just like you.
How could this be?
Because my heart is with you.
So that was what he meant.
My heart is with youâ¦
His heart was with her!
However, a moment ago, she was still wondering if this person liked her at all, even if it was just a little.
âDonâtâ¦â
Her heart ached so much that she felt weak all over.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Yue, who was a meter away, was also motionless. Half of his body had been cremated, and his expressionless eyes were red.
âItâs settledâ¦â
âI wonât leave you.â
Before he could finish his last word, his body was completely cremated, not even leaving a trace of ashes behind.
Ding Hong frantically stretched out his hands to grab something, but he couldnât grab anything.
âAaa The heart-wrenching cries were also tearing apart everyoneâs hearts.
She cried like crazy, without any regard for her image. She even hit her head on the ground.
â Dong!â The heavy blow made the audience in front of their computers scream. Then, they saw Ding Hong faint.
The ending song slowly played, accompanied by the sound of an ambulance, and the introduction of the director and the lead actor appeared on the screen.
At this moment, everyone who saw the directorâs name had a look of resentment in their eyes as if they were looking at an enemy. One by one, the crying girls cursed.
âF * ck! Was this the end? Xu Wanjun, come out! I promise I wonât beat you to death!â
âDonât leave the company! Where was the perfect ending? Whereâs the He?â
âWuwuwuwu! I donât want to live anymore, I donât want to live anymore, I donât want to live anymore. Before I die, I have to drag that damned screenwriter along!â
Do you think this is the end? In the end, it turned out that the ending of â Red Moon â wasnât just like that. It had to make you cry like a dog!
At last, the names of the actors and crew members appeared on the right side of the screen. It turned out that there was still an ending to â Red Moon â.
Ding Hong woke up in the hospital, but she forgot the reason for her coma. Under the professional treatment of the doctor, her body was confirmed to be fine. The doctor also guaranteed that she did not lose her memory.
If she continued to pester him for treatment and asked for his so-called âmemoryâ to be recovered, she would be sent to the mental hospital for a check-up.
Ding Hong had no choice but to leave the hospital.
She relied on her memories to return to her residence. As soon as she returned, she could not help but cry.
âWhy? Why did she feel so uncomfortable? What did I forget?â
He murmured and asked, but he didnât get any response.
Ding Hong suddenly went crazy and rummaged through the cabinets. She found the diary in the air and turned on her computer and phone.
There were photos of her in the phone, but she was alone.
She was clearly not someone who liked taking selfies.
Shouldnât there be another person in the direction she was looking in the photo? But why was there nothing?
No!
There was no one in the photo, and there were blank marks in the diary. Everything seemed to be her imagination.
Ding Hong found her ID card and bank card. She took the train back to the school where she studied last year and asked her former classmates one by one.
âDo you know a person? There should be another person in these photos, right? He must have come to school with me?â