Bei Yuewu raised her eyes and looked at him with her bright eyes. “Why did you suddenly think of Giving Me Roses?” Murong Jiancheng looked at her. She was such a straightforward and free-spirited woman. Now that she was holding his roses in her hands, she was so happy and shy that she looked like a little girl. “Is this your first time receiving roses?”He asked with slight surprise. “Has no one ever given you roses before?” BEI YUEWU happily whispered, “Yes, many men have given me roses, but I’ve already gotten someone to throw them in the trash can. I just wanted to… just wait… For You to give them to me.” She wanted the roses that he had given her. Murong Jiancheng’s eyes were slowly covered with a layer of mist. He had never felt ashamed of anyone in his life, but he owed her. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Bei Yuewu lowered her eyes and sniffed the Roses in her hands. The delicate and beautiful flowers had just bloomed and were emitting a faint fragrance. It was said that the flower language of Roses was — I love you. Bei Yuewu didn’t raise her head and only asked softly, “Murong Jiancheng, you gave me flowers. Did you forget to say something to me?” She reminded him. Murong Jiancheng curled his thin lips. “No.” He didn’t have anything to say to her. Bei Yuewu quickly raised her head and her charming face turned cold. She was so angry that she threw the rose in her hand onto his body. “I don’t want the Rose anymore. I’ll return it to you!” She turned around and left. Murong Jiancheng stretched out his palm and grabbed her arm, pulling her into his embrace. “Murong Jiancheng, let go of me. Let’s not beat around the bush. I’m angry and can’t be coaxed!” Bei Yuewu hammered him hard and even snorted twice in anger. Bei Yuewu didn’t know, but everyone at the scene saw that when Murong Jiancheng pounced over, Yuan Ming’s dart pierced Murong Jiancheng’s chest. A large amount of blood gushed out and dyed Murong Jiancheng’s shirt red. After enduring for so long, when Bei Yuewu was struggling, Murong Jiancheng’s tall and straight body swayed slightly. Murong Jiancheng tightened his muscular arms and hugged bei Yuewu tightly in his arms. “Don’t move. Let Me Talk to you.” “What’s there to talk about? I don’t want to hear it.”Bei Yuewu raised her head. Murong Jiancheng quickly stretched out his palm and held her head, pressing her into his arms. His face was very pale now and he didn’t want her to see him like this. “Yuewu, it’s only now that I know that you mind Dongfang Wanqing’s existence. It’s all my fault for not telling you before. I don’t like her anymore. After meeting you, I don’t like her anymore.” “In the past, I was engaged to Dongfang Wanqing and I didn’t have any other thoughts. I wholeheartedly treated her as my wife. Later on, she fell into Yuan Ming’s arms and I was sad and depressed for a period of time. I also thought that it was because I liked her.” “But when you came, you suddenly appeared in my life. Unknowingly, my eyes were filled with you. Wherever you were, my gaze would follow. Later on, you left me. That day, I chased after you for a day and a night. I saw your figure disappear into the yellow sand with my own eyes and I felt… a bone-piercing pain.” “There has never been a woman who made me feel such pain. When Dongfang Wanqing betrayed me, I only felt sad. Hence, I understood. Yuewu, I have fallen in love with you.” Bei Yuewu was stunned. What did he say? He said… He loved her? Bei Yuewu quickly reached out and hugged him tightly. Her eyes turned red. Why didn’t she say it earlier? If he had said it earlier, she wouldn’t have left. Then the ending between him and her would be different. Without these twenty-six years of separation, she and he would still have the most beautiful youth. “Yuewu,”Murong Jiancheng lowered his eyes and kissed her hair, “You didn’t force yourself to marry me. If I didn’t agree, you wouldn’t have been able to marry me.” “The late Emperor didn’t agree to my marriage and I even quarreled with him. Twenty-six years ago, I told the late emperor that in this life, you were the only one I didn’t want to marry and you were the only one I didn’t want to marry.” “If you like to hear it, I will say a hundred or a thousand words to you every day from now on… I Love You…” Bei Yue Wu’s eyes were brimming with tears. She had never thought that this piece of wood would put in so much effort in confessing her love that it had caused her to cry. As an old married couple, she had not blamed him for anything all these years. “Hubby, then you are not allowed to lie to you. From now on, you must tell me that you love me every day.” “Mm.” Bei Yue Wu hugged him tightly in joy. At this moment, her hand touched his back and felt the wetness of his hand. What was wrong with him? Bei Yue Wu froze and slowly raised her eyes. She saw Murong Jiancheng. His handsome face was deathly pale and his face was covered in cold sweat. Her soft and charming pupils shrank and she was in a daze. She looked sideways and saw that there were people around her and everyone was looking at her. She saw that many people’s eyes were filled with tears and they were all crying. Bei Yue Wu was at a loss. What were they all doing? Lu Yeming was there and Jun Xi Qing was there too. Jun Xi Qing looked at her and took two steps forward. He sobbed as he called her, “Auntie…” Bei Yuewu was so frightened that her hands twitched and she took a few steps back. At this moment, Murong Jiancheng in front of her swayed twice and his tall and straight body fell down with a loud crash. Bei Yuewu’s hands and feet were cold. She had no idea what had happened and she stared blankly at Murong Jiancheng who was on the ground. Murong Jiancheng was also looking at her. His eyes were filled with love and nostalgia. The happiest time of his life was during the three months of his wedding. In the cold palace city, she suddenly gave him a warm home. To be able to make the Enchantress bei Yuewu fall in love with him wholeheartedly and follow him was the proudest thing he had ever done in his life. All of Murong Jiancheng’s memories went back to twenty-six years ago. She was dancing in Ah Jiao’s room. He and Yuan Ming were guests of honor. How many years after that, her bustling and chaotic dancing appeared in his dreams? Murong Jiancheng slowly closed his eyes. .. In the hospital. The red light in the operating room lit up. Miracle Doctor Sikong rushed over again to operate on Murong Jiancheng. Jun Xi Qing sat on the cold bench in the corridor and reached out to hug Bei Yuewu who was beside him. Bei Yuewu’s body was cold. “Auntie, for uncle’s sake, you have to hold on.” Bei Yue Wu held Jun Xi Qing’s hand. “Qing Qing, you don’t have to comfort me. I’ve been married to Jiancheng for so many years. Now that he’s inside and he hasn’t given up yet, how can I possibly fall?” Jun Xi Qing’s eyes suddenly welled up and she nodded her head vigorously. “MMM.” The surgery went on for a long few hours. At night, Murong Jiancheng was pushed out. Sikong Heng’s expression was solemn as he said, “The patient’s surgery has been successful, but he is currently unconscious and has not passed the critical period. Furthermore, the patient’s heart attack is in the advanced stage, and it has worsened the situation. He is not optimistic at all.” Sikong Heng was not optimistic at all. That was really not optimistic at all. Bei Yuewu’s legs went weak as she muttered, “Heart attack… in the advanced stage?” Sikong Heng nodded. “Yes, didn’t the patient tell you guys?” — PS: Babies, the 8,000 update is over. This is the end of father Murong. Write back to Mr. Xiao Lu tomorrow and ask for more votes. I love you!