Capítulo 1640: Chapter 1640: Restoring mories 2
If he falls down, he’ll never find her again.
By the ti he returned ho, the night was already deep.
No one was sleeping, they couldn’t fall asleep.
Xia Weibao was gone, without leaving a single word, she left cleanly and decisively.
No one knows where she went, nor how she left the imperial city.
It’s as if this person never existed.
Everyone was in a heavy mood.
Seeing their always dignified brother, now with dirty clothes, ssy hair, a face full of stubble, and bloodshot eyes.
Lu Huashan just felt heartache.
“Brother, finding sister-in-law is important, but you also need to take care of yourself.”
He hasn’t been ho for two days, and she doesn’t know what he ate outside, if he’s squatting under the bridge eating dirty buns like a beggar, losing weight from hunger.
His clothes are so dirty, she wonders if he has showered outside, there’s a sour and foul sll.
Where does he sleep at night? Is it under the bridge?
Just thinking about it makes her feel heartache.
This is the first ti she’s seen her brother not care about his image so much, it pained Sister Shanshan to the point of tears streaming down.
Thinking again about Xia Weibao’s departure, her tears flowed even harder, like a faucet turned on, gushing down.
“Brother, where did sister-in-law go, is she never coming back?”
Lu Hualiang was struck with a jolt, even breathing was painful.
He weakly raised his hand and patted Lu Huashan’s head.
He didn’t speak, just walked towards the bedroom upstairs.
Zhong Wanshu and Yan Lingyi were initially blaming him for making Xia Weibao leave in anger, but seeing him now, nearly destroying himself in his frantic search, what anger could they have left?
Only heartache remained.
Xia Weibao’s departure, he is probably the one most heartbroken.
Yan Fei’s face grew increasingly dark, continuing to instruct people to search.
A person can’t just vanish into thin air, even if they have to search three feet underground, they’ll dig her out!
Lu Hualiang returned to the room, looking at the empty room, his once straight and tall back, suddenly seed a bit bent.
This room is full of their sweet mories, everywhere is her laughter and joy.
He can even still sll her scent, still see her standing on the bed, one foot on the headboard, biting into a spicy strip, playing gas and cursing.
Then she’d turn back and give him a sweet smile, saying, “Hubby, you’re back, when will you take to ascend to the King rank?”
Lu Hualiang walked to the bedside, reached out to touch the pillow she slept on, lay down, hugging the quilt she covered.
Her scent lingered on it, and unknowingly, he fell asleep.
That sleep wasn’t peaceful, his dreams were filled with her figure, and so strange images.
All of them different ages and different identities of himself, doing the sa thing, occasionally showering so woman who resembled her greatly with endless love.
But in the end, he personally killed that woman.
As well as the romantic scenes of them entangled, whispering sweet nothings, necks intertwined.
Entangled till death, intoxicating to the bones.
He dread of many, many things.
Finally dreaming of himself dying again and again, scaring him into a cold sweat.
He jolted awake, only to find that dawn had co.
Lu Hualiang rubbed his forehead, soone who always had a cleanliness obsession, actually slept a night without a shower.
He got up and went to the study, wanting to check if there was any news from his intelligence network.
As he passed by Xia Weibao’s dressing table, he discovered a peach wood comb lying silently in the corner under the table.
Lu Hualiang frowned, she cherished this comb the most, how could it fall on the ground without her noticing it.
He reached out and picked it up, a familiar feeling surged in his heart.
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