The porcelain man was broken.
It was all broken.
Lu Yeming’s gaze fell on it, and his deep pupils contracted.
It was as if a large palm was gripping his heart hard, making it hard for him to breathe. Every breath he took was painful.
His heart hurt.
It really hurt.
His throat suddenly turned fishy and sweet, and a mouthful of blood filled his mouth.
This familiar feeling stunned lu yeming for a few seconds. Then, he rolled his throat and swallowed the blood.
Jun Xi Qing no longer looked at him and turned to leave.
She left.
She left.
Lu Yeming looked at her disappearing figure and his heart felt empty. It was as if someone had taken away the most important thing in his life.
He took off and chased after her.
..
Outside, Jun Xi Qing took a few steps when someone caught up from behind and hugged her.
