Limited Time Hidden Marriage

It's more like a corpse than a figure.

The pool of blood next to the corpse was extremely dazzling, as red as a needle, and it stabbed Wen Churan's heart.

That was Sheng Shimo.

Even if he turns to ashes, she will never admit that Sheng Shimo is wrong.

His posture while lying in a pool of blood was still so elegant. Under the support of the bright blood, he was more noble than a prince. His delicate face was still so handsome that there was no flaw in it.

At this moment, with his eyes closed tightly, his expression was peaceful, without any pain, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

But there was no sign of rising and falling in the chest. There was only an extremely conspicuous hole. There was no blood to flow out, and the cold wind was pouring into it mercilessly.

Wen Churan always had the illusion that he would wake up at any time. Until now, she still felt that it was all an illusion, but she stared closely at his closed eyes, but could not wait for him to open them.

Is he dead?

Just die like this?

Before she had time to see him for the last time, before she had time to say the last words to him, he died without warning?

She hasn't taken revenge on him yet, and she hasn't had time to show him happiness yet.

How could he...how could he die like this? !

Wen Churan looked calm on the surface, but a tsunami had already arisen in his heart.

Sheng Zhixun's tears burst out instantly, and he roared, "You just put my fourth brother's body here?! Why did you put my fourth brother's body here?!"

Put it on this cold floor...

The Secretary-General explained later, "In order to better search for the clues left by the murderer, the scene of the crime must be preserved without any damage, including... the body of His Excellency the President."

Gu Nanpei felt that Wen Churan's body was shaking violently and his hands were cold to the bone. But when he turned his head, he saw that Wen Churan's face had no expression at all. He seemed not to be moved at all by Sheng Shimo's death.

The more she acted like this, the more worried Gu Nanpei became. He held her hand tightly and whispered, "Chu Ran, if you feel uncomfortable, just cry out. Don't hold it in your heart."

"Why should I cry?" Wen Churan stared at Sheng Shimo on the floor, his eyes dark and emotionless, and his tone did not fluctuate at all, even showing some ruthless coldness.

"Why should I cry for him? It would be best if he died...it would be best if he died..."

Wen Churan kept repeating this sentence over and over again.

It's like telling others, but it's also like hinting something to yourself.

"Chu Ran! Stop pretending! Stop holding on, okay?!" Gu Nanpei shook Wen Churan's shoulders vigorously, wishing he could punch Wen Churan into tears.

She knew that Wen Churan was just holding on and pretending not to care.

Such Wen Churan made her feel even more heartbroken.

At this moment, Wen Churan suddenly stretched out his hand, pushed Gu Nanpei away, turned around and ran away. His steps were so hurried that he seemed to be escaping from a terrible hell. He kept mumbling, "It's best if he is dead...he is dead." most…"

Sheng Zhixun was already holding on to the door frame and crying so hard that he couldn't care about Wen Churan. Only Gu Nanpei chased him out.

"First dye...first dye..."

I don't know whether it was because the ground was too slippery or Wen Churan's feet had no strength, but she was running when she suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud.

After this fall, she no longer had the strength to get up, and she lay motionless on the ground, as if she had turned into a corpse.

Gu Nanpei immediately rushed forward, helped Wen Churan up, and held her tightly in his arms.

"First dye...it's okay, you can cry in front of me..."