Ling limu said to her, “Yaoyao, you are my darling.”.
Ling Limu had loved Fu Xiyao all his life. He had climbed up the ladder for her and wasted his life for her. However, in the past 20 years, he had never expressed any love to her.
This was the only love he had said. She was his darling.
Fu Xiyao’s heart skipped a beat, and two streaks of red appeared on her beautiful little face. She went to hold his big hand. “Ling Limu...”
His big hand slipped away from her palm, and Ling Limu’s tall and handsome body collapsed on the lawn.
Fu Xiyao’s mind went blank. She quickly squatted down and reached out to push him. “Ling Limu... Ling Limu, what’s Wrong?”
She felt a burning and sticky sensation on her hand.
It was all blood.
Fu Xiyao’s fair little hand was covered in blood. She saw the sharp arrow that had penetrated through his abdomen, and she saw the blood-red lawn.
Every step he took towards her was covered in blood.
