Ji Yanchen's pupils narrowed slightly.
"Yin Luzhu, the dead one is the greatest!"
In a word, even though he tried his best to control his emotions, the trembling voice still betrayed his emotions at the moment.
Across a short distance, Yin Luzhu raised her eyes to look at him. After a while, she gently lowered her eyes and sighed inaudibly.
"Ji Yanchen, you know that, right?"
Ji Yan remained silent, just looking at Yin Luzhu silently, with traces of confusion and doubt in his eyes.
"You always knew that the person who killed my father was Ji Xuan? You could have saved my father that day, but you didn't."
Yin Luzhu's words made Ji Yanchen's heart tremble suddenly. ,
He subconsciously raised his eyes to look at her, feeling chilled in his heart.
The moonlight above the head casts a layer of silver light over the entire Da Yin River, but those inside it only feel lonely and lonely.
Yin Luzhu walked up slowly and finally stopped in front of Ji Yanchen.
She raised her head, looked at the man's scarlet eyes, and reached out to hold his slightly trembling hand.
The man's hands were a little cold, lying on his palms, he just felt cold.
Ji Yanchen subconsciously wanted to take out her hand, but Yin Luzhu held it tightly. She looked at him, her tone was surprisingly calm, without any fluctuations.
she said.
"Ji Yanchen, you have never let go of national hatred, right?"
He said nothing, just lowered his eyes and looked at Yin Luzhu. In those narrow eyes, there was a faint dim light flickering, like the stars above his head.
Yin Luzhu originally thought that she knew this man very well and he treated her so well that she even really thought about spending her whole life with him.
But in the end, she realized that in this colorful world, no matter how things changed, there was always one thing: one could not trust others, especially men.
In the past, she thought that Shen Nanxiao could really save the Fu family.
She regarded him as her only life-saving straw and was unwilling to let him go. All she could wait for was the news that everyone in the Fu family had died.
Even though he was the prime minister with overwhelming power, he could not save the Fu family.
In other words, he never thought of saving Fu.
Mr. Fu is just a discarded child abandoned by the superiors.
Raising his head, Yin Luzhu hid the emotion in his eyes, "Ji Yanchen, in fact, you have always hated your father, right?"
Ji Yanchen's dark pupils were filled with ink.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Yin Luzhu, which flashed with emotions that she could not understand. After a long time, he said: "Yin Jingchao is not your real father, is he?"
His words made Yin Luzhu's heart suddenly choke.
Knew it!
She let go of Ji Yanchen's hand and backed away slowly.
The coldness in her eyes and the strangeness in them made Ji Yanchen suddenly panic. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab her, but he only grabbed the corner of her clothes, but the corner of her clothes quickly fell away. It slipped from his palm, leaving only a faint coolness.
Ji Yan stood there calmly, as if his whole body had been petrified.
Yin Luzhu stopped looking at him, she pulled out the dagger and cut off Ji Xuan's head ruthlessly.
She saw that Ji Yanchen's eyes were emotionless, as dull as a pool of stagnant water.
Yin Luzhu wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his lower lip slightly and left without looking back.
"Yin Luzhu!"
Ji Yanchen's trembling voice came from behind, "Are you going to be a stranger to me?"
