Chapter 912 (1/2)

Li Bei read for a moment, raised his eyes, and found that Mu Xichen's eyes were a little deep.

The slender fingers tap on the knee, intentionally or unintentionally. A pair of eyes looks at Li Beinian, which is very obscure.

”See me for the last time.” Li Beinian whispered softly and repeatedly chewed the meaning of these words.

See her for the last time.

Is that the literal meaning.

”Is he really dying?” Li Beinian asked, and then sat down on the bed, leaning against the side of musichen.

Musichen pondered, then nodded, ”yes.”

”Well.” Li Beinian nodded, unable to say what mood.

No sorrow, no joy.

As if the dying man was just a person who had nothing to do with her.

Muxichen raised his hand and poked the wet broken hair on her forehead to the back. He said in a slow voice: ”if you don't see this time, you'll never see you again. If you want to go, go.”

In other words, if musichen didn't want her to go, he could hide from her and not say a word to her.

But he didn't.

Of course, he and Mu Donglin are at odds, but after so many years, what's more, Mu Donglin is going to die.

If people die, they just don't exist.

There is no such person in the world. You can't see it, you can't touch it.

He was no longer qualified to compete with him for anything, and he could no longer stand in front of him, pulling the smile that hated the dead, and flaunt his power as usual.

We can only rely on the poor fragmentary memories left to let people know that there was such a person.