"What should I do?" Jun Zhan repeated this sentence, slowly clenched his slender fingers, and his face became paler.

Who can tell him what he should do?

She doesn't want him anymore, she's free.

But what about him?

But he was trapped in this cage, unable to break free or escape, and even watched as he drew the yard into the prison, sinking deeper and deeper until he could no longer climb out.

He is the only one left now.

This love,

He is always the only one who loses...

Calculate it,

He never seemed to win.

She was the one who forced himself into his world, she was the one who gave him all the gentleness, but she was the one who said he didn't want him, until the end, she was still the one who left without hesitation.

Jun Zhan didn't say anything again. Nan Li spoke a few times, but he didn't know what he was saying. He just felt that nothing was suitable for this person. In the end, he could only say softly: "This man has passed away... I am sad."

Jun Zhan didn't say anything.

Nan Li pursed his lips. He knew that Jun Zhan would not listen to any words now, so he could only leave first and give Jun Zhan enough space to lick his wounds.

He knew that Jun Zhan was never willing to expose his fragility to others. This person was proud, so proud that it made people feel distressed, but fragile that was vulnerable.

Now that these words are said, it is obviously Jun Zhan’s limit.

Nanli walked to the door and finally turned around and looked at Jun Zhan.

The man never bent his back, but now he bent down, buried his head in his arms in confusion and helplessness. He was clearly in his youth, but he was like an old man in his late age. Nan Li sighed, withdrew his gaze, and took the initiative to close the door.

Nanli thought,

Jun Zhan now should not want anyone to disturb him.

He looked up at the sky, half-closed his eyes,

It is almost evening, the sun is setting, the sun is setting, and the sycamore trees are blown by the cool breeze, rustling, and the withered leaves fall with the wind, inexplicably with a bleak feeling.

Nan Li was thinking about it for some reason,

Maybe his last sentence just now was the greatest harm to Jun Zhan...

Jun Zhan is left in the room.

The hollow silence became stronger and stronger.

This kind of quiet often brings suffocating depression.

Jun Zhan stood there, motionless until his eyes felt sour, and then he blinked slowly, his eyelashes trembled gently, and his eyes fell on the corpse that had long been gone.

Jun Zhan looked at it carefully, and after looking at it for a long time, he suddenly murmured like a devil:

"Sure enough, the substitute is a substitute after all. Even if it looks like it, it will never be able to compare with her..."

His voice was very light, very light, so light that he could hardly hear clearly, as if he was muttering to himself.

Jun Zhan pulled the corner of his lips and raised a smile. Although he was smiling, his eyes were broken and deserted: "Why are you so unintentional? What if someone finds out? You don't know that those people want to catch you."

What he said seemed to be complaining and criticizing, but at the end, he turned his gaze elsewhere, nodded and smiled, "Forget it, I will help you with the aftermath, you can leave here with confidence and live the life you want. It's great, it's great... It's good to leave, go wherever you want, go, be free and will never be hurt again."

As he said that, he nodded seriously: "It's really good."

At the end, he kept nodding and kept muttering that it was pretty good.
Chapter completed!