Ouyang Nuo's eyes were slightly red, and his voice was hoarse, "Xia Cao, tell me honestly, among the three of us, Mi, and Han, who do you love more?"

"..." Who do I love more?

It's funny and sad. She, Xia Cao, can't answer it. She can't understand why she doesn't even know who among the three men she loves more or who she loves less.

"Who do you want to marry?" Ouyang Nuo continued to ask behind her. He wanted to know the answer, and he painfully forced himself to say what he didn't want to say, "If you want to marry Han, I will help you

, if you want to marry a fan, I will also help you."

"..." Xia Cao still couldn't answer such a simple multiple-choice question. Tears had already blurred her eyes. She suddenly remembered a man she had truly loved. Her heart seemed to have been eroded by tears, which made her speechless with pain.

…

No, if Xuan Hao is still alive, I will tell you that the man I want to marry the most is him. But, he is already far away from me. Well, even if Xuan Hao survives, I have you, and I am not qualified to be with you.

Courage to marry him.

Xuanhao, if you were still alive, would my pain, my sorrow, and my tears be lighter or less?

Just when she sadly thought of Li Xuanhao, whom she loved deeply, and wanted to cry bitterly, Jiang Han walked toward her with wounds all over his body, "Xia Cao..."

"Han?" Seeing him vaguely, Xia Cao's sadness and grief stopped for a second, but she raised her hand to wipe the tears from her eyes and saw him walking towards her crookedly, and saw his clothes clearly.

There were a lot of bloodstains on her body and head, and the sadness and grief invaded her even more, "Han, what's wrong with you?" Tears flowed down her eyes violently, and she asked loudly with a cry, while running towards him quickly.
Chapter completed!