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Hearing Chu Hee's voice, Qing Lin raised his head. His black eyes locked onto the man's face, and his cold and hard voice resounded, "You, when he touched you …"

He thought about what Qian Lia had said, and Chu Hee immediately shook his head. He wanted to explain, and it was different from what he had imagined.

A fool enough to want to slap his own mouth.

It was like someone had hit him with a baton, Qing Lin suddenly laughed, he did not care about anything anymore, he only wanted Chu Hee, ok? He didn't want anything, as long as he...

Don't take him away from yourself.

Her silver eyelashes slowly bent, and she trembled uneasily. Anger, pain, blow. After all of this was over, there was only bitterness in Qing Lin's heart.

He wiped his eyes, but there were no tears. He thought he would cry.

He had never cried before. This time, he wanted to cry, but there were no tears. This was because he was in so much pain that he could no longer shed tears …

He cherished him, and was always reluctant to touch him. Even if he asked Kusa, he wouldn't dare to act rashly, as he was afraid that he would hurt him.

However, all sorts of fantasies had gone up in smoke. Someone had splashed a jet of black ink on his perfect blueprint. Everything about him had been ruined …

Why did he treasure it so much? In the end, this was the result.

He was like a child who had done something wrong, lowering his head and allowing that noble silver hair to cover his face …

Unconsciously pinching his fingers, the man in pain was stabbed by something. Lowering his head, he saw that it was his Space Ring, and inside it, there was also what he had taken from Kusa.

He stepped forward slightly and held Chu Hee's arm. His head of silver hair covered his body, and made him look like an expensive blanket.

His forehead was pressed against his body. He could feel its heartbeat where his heart was. This sound, this temperature, also belonged to him …

"I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to make you suffer. I hope you can continue …" Happy, happy, show your rich expression, just that there is no guilt inside...

No guilt, no hope, it was all just a dream.

Qing Lin's voice was still as pleasant to hear as ever, like an ancient Xiao's melodious melody. However, the words that came out from that voice now made him have the urge to cry …

There was neither disgust nor disgust, Chu Hee really hoped that Yue Yang would hug him. As Qing Lin had wished, he also wished that everything that he had would belong to him …

I'll give you what you want, as long as you're no longer sad.

He wanted to hug the person who cherished him so much, and tell him, I'm sorry, Qing Lin, I'm really sorry …

Tears rolled down from the corners of Chu Hee's tightly shut eyes and quietly fell.