From then on, she could no longer feel the affectionate gaze, never see the heart-warming smile, and never hear him calling his name intimately in his ears.

No one will protect her domineeringly, no one will embrace her with care, and no one will support her and accompany her to do whatever she wants.

No one tolerate her bad temper, no one cares about her thoughts, cares about her preferences, no one condescending to make her happy, for her friends, and doing things that go against their nature. No one works hand in hand with her, and goes to old age--

It’s gone, everything is gone, Su Moliang only feels that the world collapses!!!

She was so scared that she trembled all over, as if every nerve was cramping and every cell was splitting, as if she wanted to remove her from Jun Haocang's flesh and blood.

The heart-wrenching pain from the depths of her soul torture her with a bang and spewed out blood.

The bright red color was so beautiful that it was shocking and breathtaking under the firelight of the hall. It broke into Lou Yeyuan's pupils, making his face narrow his cold eyes and clench his fists.

He had never seen Yun Qiange so fragile, so helpless, and so sad.

Her petite body curled up in her dark and long shadow, as weak as a homeless chick in a blizzard and dying cold, as if a gust of wind could take her life away.

He was obviously so stubborn and determined before, with a strong fighting spirit and a fierce killing everywhere, but now he cried so pale and powerlessly, with all his thoughts, and was so weak that he was heartbreaking.

At this moment, he could no longer tell whether she was showing her true feelings or pretending, and he felt that his heart was about to break open.

A heart that had been silent for many years and was soaked with hatred, spasmed with the slowly falling tears, and finally caused him to take a deep breath, forcing himself to withdraw his gaze, force himself to move his lead-like legs, trying to escape from this suffocating Ningxue Palace, and from this woman who hates but touches his nerves.

However, he had just turned around and had not had time to leave, behind him a torn cry, "No! Don't leave!"

Su Moliang, who had borrowed power from somewhere on the ground, quickly climbed to Lou Yeyuan's feet, as if he had used all his life's tenacity, grabbed Lou Yeyuan's clothes tightly, and begged in a hoarse voice, "Please! Can you please return Cangcang to me!"

"He is my whole life, my life, I can't lose him! As long as you return him to me, I can promise you anything, and you can torture me no matter what you want."

"But Jun Haocang is innocent. Even if he is just a personal personality, he was once an independent person. He can laugh, get angry, be sad, be happy, love hard, and yearn for love. Why do you deprive him of his existence? Why!"

"I beg you, please return him to me - please -" At the end of crying, Su Moliang was already crying, and his trembling voice made a few bends of a word, and just a few words seemed to have exhausted her whole life's mind.

But the man in front of him turned his back to her unmoved, leaving only a majestic and cold back, like an unattainable mountain that ran across between her and Jun Haocang, blocking all the light shining on her.

The cold voice, with the anger that was so strong that it could endure, pierced her heart like a sharp arrow, "There is no Jun Haocang in this world, only I, Lou Yeyuan! I hope you will remember this in this life, in the next life, for life!"

The thunderous warning fell on her with the power of demons and murderous intent. At this moment, Su Moliang completely understood.

Jun Haocang is really gone!

She couldn't see any trace of Jun Haocang's shadow in him.

I can't see the blue eyes that always looked at her affectionately and contained love, I can't see the cold but the corners of his mouth always open to her, and I can't see his open arms facing him.

All he had was a murderous and powerful back, so tall and distant, as if he was a giant standing in the horizon and unable to touch.

It turns out that the distance between her and Jun Haocang is not life and death, nor is it that I stand in front of you, but you don’t know that I love you.

But the strange and powerful figure in front of her that she can never regain her back--

Lou Yeyuan felt the trembling of her clothes. Even if she didn't look back, she could fully imagine that her pale face was crying in a mess. Her eyes, which were originally stubborn and resolute, were radiant as dark as the night covered by mist, and her petite body must be twitching because of crying and fear.

For some reason, she was clearly holding the wide hem of her clothes in her hand, but every move seemed to pull it to his heart, causing an unspeakable pain.

But he must not be soft-hearted, because he once begged her so humbly and pitifully, not to leave, not to leave himself, and not to love him.

For her, he abandoned his dignity, abandoned the identity of the Demon Lord, and abandoned the people of the Demon Realm, but she left without looking back and killed by any means.

He still vividly remembered the cruel and ruthless face and the cold and decisive back. Whenever he remembered it, it was like a sharp knife stabbing him, making him bleeding and heart-wrenching.

However, he would never have thought that such pain would be less than one ten thousandth of what it is now.

It turned out that she was not as strong and so heartless as he imagined. She would feel pain, fear, and beg others for the sake of the person he loved.

But the person who made her sad was not him!

Realizing that all the efforts he made in his previous life were not as good as a personality in her mind, Lou Yeyuan could no longer bear such painful torture, and shouted violently, "Don't you drag your master back to the couch to recuperate!"

The roar fell, and the two maids who were kneeling on the ground to welcome Lou Yeyuan were immediately frightened and frightened. They quickly stood up tremblingly, rushed up and pry Su Moliang's hand away, and dragged her back to the bed with all their strength.

Lou Yeyuan felt the strength under his feet relaxed. Not only did he feel less relaxed, but he sank instead, but his heart pain still forced him to leave Ningxue Palace as if he ran away.

Until he walked a long distance, the pain still echoed clearly in his chest, forcing him to stop and hold on to his heart with difficulty, and then he tried to suppress the sweetness that surged into his throat.

He didn't expect that no matter how much psychological construction he did to face this woman, he still couldn't handle it calmly, and in the end he had to escape like a loser.

Could it be that he hasn't recognized the true face of that woman?

Could it be that the lessons learned from his previous life were not enough, and he still couldn't bear to let her go?

No! No! No!

He only hates her, how could he still have love!

It must be that idiot Jun Haocang, he disturbed his heart and his thoughts.

Unexpectedly, they all disappeared, and there were still strong feelings, reminding them of their past.
Chapter completed!