Chapter 1935 (1/2)

Ling Limu said to her, Yaoyao, you are my sweetheart.

Ling Limu loved Fu Xiyao all her life. She climbed up for her all her life and wasted all her life for her. However, in the past 20 years, he never confided any love to her.

This was the only whisper of love he said. She was his sweetheart.

Fu Xiyao trembled at the tip of her heart, and two blushes evaporated on jueli's small face. She went to hold his big hand, ”Ling Limu...”

His big hand slipped away from her palm, and Ling Limu's tall body collapsed and fell on the lawn.

Fu Xiyao's head was confused. She quickly squatted down and reached out to push him, ”Ling Limu... Ling Limu, what's the matter with you?”

She felt the burning and sticky of her hand.

It's all blood.

Fu Xiyao's soft white hands were full of blood. She saw the sharp arrow that had penetrated his body in his abdomen, and she saw the bloody lawn.

Every step he took towards her was blood.

Fu Xiyao trembled all over, and her small face was white like a piece of paper. There was hot air in the beautiful Jian pupil, steaming out constantly. Her tears blurred and looked at him, ”Ling Limu, what's the matter with you, how are you hurt?”

She stretched out her little hand to touch his bleeding wound, but stopped again, her fingers curled up, and she dared not touch it.

She is afraid.

She's really scared.

Big tears fell down, like beads with broken lines. Fu Xiyao looked at him sobbing, ”Ling Limu, don't do this... Don't joke like this, it's not funny...”

Ling Limu felt tears falling on his handsome cheek. He opened his eyes hard and saw Fu Xiyao in tears.

Ling Limu hooked his thin lips. He thought that in his life, even if he didn't get her love, her people and even a kiss, as Princess Luoling said, he had her tears

She shed tears for him

That's enough.

Ling Limu wanted to raise his hand and wipe away her tears, but all his strength was taken away in a moment, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Ling Limu is gone.

”President!”

The private secretary fell to his knees on the lawn.

Fu Xiyao seemed unable to breathe. She looked at Ling Limu, then trembled and put her index finger under his nose, where there was no temperature and breathing.

He's gone.

He's really gone!

In her ear, a voice kept telling her that Ling Limu had gone, and then the whole world was saying that Ling Limu had gone. Fu Xiyao felt heartbroken. In her life, she had never been hurt like this.

She lost him.

”Ah!”

Fu Xiyao screamed out of control and fainted on the lawn.

……

The little prince came to the villa. The villa was black and white, and Ling Limu's body was put in the ice cellar.

”Knock”, the little prince knocked on the door of the room.

Soon a pleasant voice came from inside, ”enter.”

The little prince pushed the door in.

Fu Xiyao was in the room. She stood still in front of the French window. She was wearing a black dress and a small white flower inserted in her curled hair.

She turned and looked at the little prince with a faint smile, ”little prince, are you coming? Come here.”

Fu Xiyao waved to the little prince.

The little prince has grown up around Fu Xiyao since he was a child. He regards Fu Xiyao as his mother and respects and loves her. In the little prince's view, Fu Xiyao is no different from usual. She is still so elegant, gentle and charming, and her gestures are shining. It seems that the man's departure has no impact.