"At that time, I really hated you, I wished..." He coughed up another mouthful of blood, paused for a while, then took a breath, and continued: "Later, I disguised myself as a woman and came to you, You gave me a name, Qianqian."
"It's a nice name, but I don't like it. At that time, I hated you, everything about you, and even more the name you gave me..."
"But now, I want to hear you call me again, call me..."
Shen Ning's throat was choked, and it took a lot of effort for her to swallow the lump in her throat, and she tried to raise the corners of her lips and smile.
"Qianqian." She said softly.
The Thousand-faced Young Master's eyes quickly glowed with a sparkle.
His long eyelashes trembled.
"That sounds great. Call me again."
"Qianqian." Shen Ning called again.
Young Master Qianmian closed his eyes and showed a satisfied expression.
"enough."
He whispered, closing his eyes, unable to open them again, but her words and her face were clearly reflected in his mind, and he would never forget them until he died.
"I hated you, but suddenly I stopped hating you. Later, I fell in love with you."
He seemed to be talking to himself, for his voice became fainter and deeper.
Shen Ning's ears were almost close to his lips to hear what he said.
But Mo Chuan and Zhui Feng have very good ears, and they can hear every word of Young Master Qianmian clearly.
Both of them were shocked.
Mo Chuan still had no expression, but Zhui Feng opened his eyes wide in shock.
This killer fell in love with the Queen
Damn it!
He clenched his fist hard, thinking about flattening the nose of the Thousand-faced Young Master with one punch.
But then, he let go of his hand in frustration.
There was no need to fight, the killer would be dead soon, so why should he care about a dead man
He likes Miss Shen, which shows that he has vision.
"I like to see you smile and listen to you talk. Even if I don't do anything, it's good to just look at you quietly like this." Young Master Qianmian smiled. He felt that all the strength in his body was draining away, almost He didn't even have the strength to speak.
But he still wanted to say it. If he didn't say it, he would never have the chance to say it again.
Shen Ning's throat seemed to be choked.
"You speak slowly and I listen slowly. I will listen for as long as you speak, okay?" she said gently.
She had never spoken to him in such a tender tone.
It didn't happen before, and it won't happen again...
Even if she wanted to say something, he couldn't hear her.
When did this cold-blooded killer fall in love with her? Why she never knew!
If she had known... the ending wouldn't have been any different.
She didn't like him, she had never liked him, not even a little bit, and even when she thought of him occasionally, she would feel a little disgusted in her heart.
She hates people whose hands are stained with blood, especially killing machines like him who have been trained as killers since childhood. She hates them from the bottom of her heart.
But he... was willing to die for her!
"Okay, I have something to tell you. I want to tell you... cough..." Qianmianzi spat out another mouthful of blood. His face was as pale as paper. If his chest wasn't still rising and falling slightly, he would have looked like It's a dead man.
Shen Ning knew that if she hadn't used a silver needle to hold his last breath for him, he would have died long ago.