Chapter 792: Her lonely hundred years, he has been guarding her alone and patiently 8

From noon to dusk, from dusk to late night.

All night.

Si Yu dug out the cemetery with bare hands.

His hands were completely chapped, red, swollen and painful.

Bright red blood beads oozed out of the bones and joints, dripping onto the worn coffin.

He was born in the Song family with a golden spoon in his mouth. He was precious in gold and jade. He has never suffered any pain.

When he arrived, he was put into such an old coffin and died silently.

The heart is twisted a little bit.

Si Yu's hand trembled and pushed the coffin away.

A pale-faced woman lay quietly in the coffin.

She was wearing a blood-stained prison jacket. Because she died for a long time, her body had already become corpse-free and her skin had bruised corpse spots.

But her appearance is still exquisite.

The snowy nights of the past few days frozen the beautiful girl, making her not rot so quickly.

But when I got closer, I could still smell the faint smell of rottenness in her body.

Si Yu stared at Song Zhao's body for a long time.

The pain bursts out when suppressed for a long time, and tears fall unexpectedly.

It was like a sharp knife sinking into the heart and thorned into a bloody ball.

He lay on the coffin and broke out and said sadly.

He wanted to reach out to carry Song Zhao out, but because he was too desperate, he couldn't use his strength.

"Song Zhao."

"Song Zhao!"

"You open your eyes and look at me."

The snow breeze was blowing, and the flowers around the garden were mixed together for too long, making a harsh sound, covering up Si Yu's desperate call.

It turns out that when people feel the most heartache, they have no ability to bear it.

Even if he is the invincible king of war.

Si Yu crawled into the coffin with all his strength.

He squeezed into the space of the coffin and hugged Song Zhao in his arms without any disdain.

His whole body was frozen, and Song Zhao was colder than him. He used all his strength to hug her, but he couldn't feel her warmth.

"sorry."

Si Yu murmured in Song Zhao's ear.

He regrets it very much.

Why didn’t I come back early? Why did I let Song Zhaobai wait?

He brought her hope, but made her die in despair.

How painful it should be!

When I heard the news of my father's death in battle with my own ears, my only desire to survive was gone.

How painful it should be for his beloved little girl.

At the most desperate moment, did she hope that he could bring her new hope?

It's him bad.

It's him that came late...

He is the one who knows her best.

So much like the excitement and can't stand the grievance and loneliness.

But he was buried here alone.

How scared she was.

"It's my fault. Even though you know you are timid, you still leave you alone in the deep palace.

I always have a lot of concerns and always want to do everything thoroughly. No wonder you don’t want to wait anymore. You are a girl with impoliteness.”

Si Yu almost lost his voice.

Sore throat so hard.

If he had taken Song Zhao away in advance, wouldn't it be like this now?

Si Yu gently stroked Song Zhao's cheeks, his pupils dripping blood,

"I rushed back as fast as possible, crossing the mountains and seas all the way day and night. I once saw your favorite crabapple flowers by the river at night late at night, and I always felt that you should be by my side at this time."

He was full of hope at that time, thinking of helping her take revenge, helping her revitalize the Song family, and returning her to the grand occasion.

He always felt that until then, Song Zhao would be willing to accept his wishes.

I was frightened all the way, my heartbeat accelerated.

The dust raised by the horse spread his affection that had been buried deep for many years, spreading the young man's love and the deep affection that had accumulated over time from the countryside town to Shengjing Road.

I like Song Zhao.

The wind will know, the trees will know, the cloud will know, and one day you will know.

But now.

"You won't know."

Si Yu stared at the girl's pale face in fascination-

I remembered in a trance.

The night Song Zhao was born.

He once sneaked into her bedroom and looked at the little girl's wrinkled face. It was obvious that his heart had melted, but he still poked her flesh with a stinky face and complained that she was ugly, so that she could not speak and called her brother.

Time and space alternation, face change.

Now that she has grown up, she is still lying quietly and still can't speak.

The man smiled with a gentle smile on his thin lips.

"Call me brother."

"Can you go with your brother?"

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But what bad intentions can Nannan have?

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