Seeing that Mu Zhian was getting thinner day by day, the wrinkles between YanJingchen's eyebrows were getting deeper and deeper.

　　He didn't want to see her suffer, but he didn't want to let her go.

　　On this day, as usual, YanJingchen brought the lunch to the bedroom, but he didn't see Mu Zhian. He felt nervous and searched the whole bedroom. Finally, he found the XiaoXiao note at the foot of the bed, which was blown by the sea wind.

　　"It's time to end this tragedy. Goodbye, Darren."

　　YanJingchen's eyebrows twitched. His usually cold and sharp eyes were bloodshot, making him look like a crazy trapped beast!

　　No, even if...