Chapter 1709

Nanli took a deep breath and just said, "it's very chaotic in the hall. There are a lot of people acting secretly. You can do these things by yourself."

Jun Zhan hung his eyes and still didn't speak. He was quiet like a pale sculpture.

Nanli had a fire at the bottom of her heart. She hated iron and didn't become steel. Nanli didn't know what she was annoyed. She could only keep her face cold and didn't see junzhan come to find the man when she woke up. The wound was torn, dark red blood dripping down her fingertips, and a large area of blood beach gathered on the ground, which was shocking.

Nanli turned and left. Originally, he wanted to ignore junzhan's direct departure. He just walked to the door, but his footsteps stopped. Nanli was quiet for a long time, and then called out: "junzhan."

"The dead are dead, the living... Have to continue."

Nanli raised his eyes and quietly looked at the picturesque picture outside the door. At the moment, he felt inexplicably cold.

Just when Nanli thought junzhan was standing there and couldn't move or speak, the man who had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke, "do you think people are cheap?"

Because he hasn't spoken for three days, his voice is very hoarse, very low, so low that he can hardly hear clearly.

Hearing Jun Zhan's words, Nanli's whole figure paused. He turned stiffly and looked at the handsome man who was young in fresh clothes but looked like an empty nest old man.

Nanli could clearly see the pale sculpture, blinking its dry eyes gently, and the long eyelashes trembled uneasily. The man slowly stretched out his trembling fingertips, as if he wanted to explore and touch something, as if he wanted to encounter some peerless treasure. He was so careful, humble and insecure, just like the most devout believers, doing the most sacred prayer.

However, the fingertip was only slightly extended in mid air, and the next second he suddenly retracted his hand, as if he had encountered something very terrible.

Nanli stared at Jun Zhan. He clearly saw that at that moment, Nanli's fingertips trembled fiercely, even now.

Looking at Jun Zhan's appearance now, Nanli would rather Jun Zhan lose his temper, collapse and hate than be so silent and quiet now.

Because Nanli knows that junzhan's appearance is even more terrible.

For a moment, the room seemed to be in an impasse, a burst of dead and silent depression, suffocating.

"You see, when she was there, I didn't cherish it. I was always worried about everything. I was afraid of the past, uneasy about the present and afraid of the future." Jun Zhan lowered his eyes, like talking to himself, and his eyes were bleak and gloomy like cool wind and snow, "I'm always thinking about the outcome of being with her. The more I think about it, the more reluctant I am to bet on this life. The more I'm afraid that she won't want me one day in the future."

Nanli didn't speak. He knew that what junzhan needed now was not to comfort him, but a listener, so Nanli just stood there quietly and listened to junzhan's low voice.

"In the final analysis, I still don't love, even if I love, it's not enough." Jun Zhan mockingly hooked the corners of his lips, and the irony and indifference at the bottom of his eyes was even worse. "Otherwise, he would have been back with her regardless of everything."

"Now?" Jun Zhan buried his head in his arm and leaned there. He was uneasy and helpless like a child who did something wrong. He was very confused: "she didn't want me. She finally didn't want me and chose to give up, but what about me... What should I do?"