novelraw Chapter 1011 - 1015: Zimo, Zimo, Zimo…
Chapter 1011 - 1015: Zimo, Zimo, Zimo…
He saw the front-page photograph at a glance, the one in the center was the album cover photo of Luo Xiaoqian.
In the photo, Luo Xiaoqian wore no makeup, stunningly beautiful, holding the key dangling from the necklace in her hand, looking as if she were about to open a door.
Lightning flashed in his mind once again.
Leng Zimo looked at the newspaper in front of him, but what he saw was a chaotic scene, accompanied by a cacophony of sounds.
"I’m a human, what gives you the right to tell me to get lost..."
"I’m sorry, Leng Zimo!"
"With you, there’s no unrest, because longing is more powerful than anyone else, because loneliness takes advantage of the void, because the sunny days and rainy days of love coexist simultaneously in the heart, this is love, Leng Zimo, this is love..."
"I ran up from the first floor... I just... I just want to say... Leng, Zi, Mo, I, love, you!"
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In the hotel, a girl shivered under cold water...
On the stage, someone sat in front of a piano, dressed in white like snow, fingers falling on the keys, leaving crimson marks...
In the heavy rain, a silhouette dashed toward him...
On the bedsheet, a girl lay without a thread, hiding under Huamei’s luxurious sheets, beautiful like an angel in a painting...
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Countless messages, countless images, countless sounds...
It was as if something suddenly ruptured in his brain, and a fragment of memory surged out from somewhere, instantly filling his mind.
His head throbbed painfully.
His heart seemed to shrink into a ball at once.
Leng Zimo’s fingers clenched tightly, gripping the newspaper in his hand, his body swayed as he hurriedly reached out to grab the corner of the table.
"Zimo!"
Seeing his strange expression, the mocking smile on Seo Fei’s face stiffened instantly, and she hurriedly took two steps forward, wanting to support him.
Leng Zimo withdrew his arm to evade, her fingers only grabbing the corner of the newspaper in his hand.
With a ripping sound, the newspaper split in half.
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On the fire escape.
Luo Xiaoqian ran upwards clutching her phone, the call clearly connected, yet no one answered.
"Zimo, answer the phone, Zimo, please, answer the phone..."
Luo Xiaoqian ran so urgently and was so exhausted, that she slipped and fell heavily on the stairs, throwing the unanswered phone from her hand, crashing against the wall.
"Miss Luo!"
Xiao Ding hurriedly came to help her.
Luo Xiaoqian got up from the ground, ignoring the wounds on her knees and the phone, continuing to run upstairs.
Xiao Ding grabbed the phone and continued to chase after her.
One floor, another floor, and another...
The wound on her knee split open, blood oozed out, dripping on the stairs, a vivid red like blooming roses.
36, 37, 38, 39!
Finally, reaching the 39th floor, Luo Xiaoqian dragged her injured leg, rushing urgently towards the signing room.
"Zimo!"
Calling his name anxiously, she pushed open the door to the signing room.
Everyone turned their faces at once.
Leng Zimo also turned his face, looking at her in front of him, he reluctantly extended his palm towards her, unable to hold on, collapsing towards the ground.
"Zimo!"
Luo Xiaoqian screamed, rushing over without a second thought, embracing his falling body.
The scraped knee struck the floor, it felt as if her leg would break, his body landed heavily on her slender arms.
Fortunately, fortunately...
She caught him.
She caught her Leng Zimo.
"Miss Luo!"
Xiao Ding and Zhuo Yannan rushed in urgently.
"Quick, take him to the hospital, quick, quick..." Luo Xiaoqian shouted hoarsely.
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Good afternoon