She didn't know how much force Chu Shaoyang used in that palm.
What she knew was that all the internal organs of the Thousand-faced Young Master had been shattered. Unless Gu Qingze appeared, there might still be a glimmer of hope.
But Gu Qingze's whereabouts were uncertain, so how could he suddenly appear here.
She smiled, trying to suppress the sadness welling up in her heart, and sat next to him, staring at him.
This was the first time she had taken a good look at him since she met him.
"Is this face your true face?"
His nickname is Young Master with a Thousand Faces. Naturally, he is proficient in the art of disguise. His face is ever-changing and can look fake.
No one knows which of his faces is fake and which is real.
Just like the face in front of her, the sword eyebrows are like flying, as delicate as if they were painted. The eyelashes are long and curled, hanging on the blood-stained cheeks. The skin is as white and thin as porcelain, as if it will break with a flick. , if all the ladies in the capital saw it, they would be jealous to death.
This was a face she was familiar with, and it was also Qian Qian's face.
"Yes," Mr. Qianmian closed his eyes and was breathless, but he was still trying to inhale because he had a lot to say to her, "Do you like this face of mine?"
"..." Shen Ning stared at him and said slowly: "It's quite beautiful."
"Haha." Young Master Qianmian smiled and wanted to shake his head, but he had no strength. "You are still the same as before. I... I am going to die soon, but I still refuse to tell lies... Lie to me and tell you a secret. This picture The face... I don’t like it at all.”
"Why?"
"I am a man... but I have a woman's face. I hate this face... I hate this face from the bottom of my heart, so I always wear a mask. A mask is better... I can become whatever I want. What did it look like, but then... you saw my face, my real face, and I didn’t want to wear a mask, not even for a day... Cough, cough, cough, cough... "
He started coughing violently again, and the blood spurting from his mouth and nose had stained his clothes red.
Seeing this situation, everyone knew that his life was on the line and he would not live much longer.
Zhui Feng turned away slightly and quietly retreated to a place where others could not see him. His mood was very complicated.
This cold-blooded killer was going to die, and he should be happy, but he couldn't be happy at all. Instead, he felt sad in his heart, as if he hoped that the other person would not die.
He tried to suppress this strange feeling.
Mo Chuan always stood within reach of her, staring at her quietly.
Although she turned a blind eye to him now, his eyes never left her again.
No matter what she said to Mr. Thousand Faces, the way he looked at her was always gentle.
Shen Ning took a breath, swallowed the tears that came to her eyes, and smiled.
"I'm not lying to you, you are really good-looking." She gently tore off a piece of clothing and wiped the blood on his face, but new blood kept pouring out of his mouth and nose.
It can't be wiped clean no matter how hard it is wiped.
"Really?" Young Master Qianmian suddenly opened his eyes, and a kind of brilliance burst out from those dull eyes.
Although he still couldn't see her clearly, he smiled softly.
"With your words, I... will die with no regrets..."
He whispered, his voice getting lower and lower, until the last word was almost inaudible.
After saying this, he never spoke again.
His eyes were still open, and his last gaze fell gently on her face. His face was calmer than ever before, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was asleep.
There were still many words left to say, it was too late, but he didn't need to say anything, this was enough.