In Yun Chunnuan's mind, the image of that figure lying in a pool of blood, gradually growing cold, appeared once more.
The moment his pupils dilated, his eyes slowly filled entirely with her.
He held her hand tightly, and a tear slowly trickled down from the corner of his eye, landing directly on Yun Chunnuan's heart.
Is it love?
Is it a flutter of emotions?
Yun Chunnuan knew in her heart, it was not.
It was a kind of guilt you couldn't bear, pressing down on you relentlessly, reminding you every moment.
That person died for you.
Originally, he could have had a good and peaceful life, all because of her appearance, not only breaking his peaceful life but even costing him his life!
All this should not have happened.
She should have listened to the Grandmaster, resolved that lunatic, and then returned directly.
Then he wouldn't have had to die, even if they never met again in this life, as long as he lived well, it would have been enough.
"Why are you crying again?"
