The moment the door was slowly pushed open, Luo Junheng suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart.

The restless emotions along the way seemed to have all gathered together at this moment.

There was a dull feeling in his heart, which made him frown heavily.

The world around him suddenly stopped.

At the same time, he raised his head.

As far as the eye can see, there is an angel-like woman wearing a long white dress.

Yan Xi was wearing a chiffon dress that Ji Yun bought for her from the mall. It was a pure white sleeveless embroidered dress that covered her calves. She stood there slim and graceful, with her jet-black hair draped smoothly behind her, revealing

An exquisite and beautiful face.

She seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, standing there, looking at him, intently.

He tilted his head slightly again, as if he wanted to take a closer look at him from another angle.

See if he is doing well.

Gradually, her eyes filled with tears, and her light gray pupils were filled with longing for him and deep love, until tears flowed from her eyes.

Although there were tears on her face, she looked at him and smiled.

Call his name softly——

"Aheng."

Yan Xi's voice was sweet and sweet, like the sounds of nature coming from the Garden of Eden. She changed into an authentic London accent and said, "My Hill, won't you come and give me a hug?"

Ah......

Take a heavy breath.

Luo Junheng heard the thumping sound of his heart, like the sound of blacksmiths holding big hammers and hammering iron near the abandoned factory in Birmingham. The iron was burned red in the fire, glowing with orange-red light, and then fiercely

A hard stab and it was burned into his heart.

pain!

The veins on Luo Junheng's forehead popped out, and his face went from red to pale. In just two seconds, he covered his heart, his throat choked, and a wisp of blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

It was he who bit the tip of his tongue.

The excruciating pain woke him up and made him realize that everything in front of him was real, not a dream, not an illusion, not a phantom that appeared when he was in a deep trance.

——Brother, are you on the way?

——Brother, you will know when you come and meet me.

——Brother, do you believe in resurrection from the dead?

Death, resurrection, life.

A sentence flashed through Luo Junheng's mind, and finally settled on these four words.

He arched his body in pain, and his tall figure was like a building about to collapse, crumbling... Nan Song and others stood behind and watched this scene in horror, their pupils suddenly shocked.

"Brother!!!"

The younger brothers rushed forward and supported Luo Junheng's body.

Yan Xi had already rushed towards him, "Aheng——"

Luo Junheng straightened up and looked at Yan Xi. His blue eyes had turned red. They looked very scary, but in Yan Xi's eyes, he could only feel heartache.

"it's me."

Her voice was still soft. Under his glare, Yan Xi raised her hand and touched his face. Her cool fingertips touched the skin on his cheek, and his heart trembled.

Yan Xi touched him gently without moving.

"Look, I touched you."
Chapter completed!