Chapter 1692 - Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet - NovelsTime

Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet

Chapter 1692

Author: Pomelo peel
updatedAt: 2025-09-10

The clock is ticking, the rain outside the window is pattering, and the path of bluestone is covered with rain. Everything is quiet to death, as if it were the law of nature.

    Godless and empty black eyes looked at the gray sky outside the window, and the thin figure stood there in silence.

    I don''t know what day it was. He stood looking out of the window and didn''t move or speak.

    Everyone in the family was in a sad mood.

    Red eyes cried silently. The sad autumn water leaned against aide Su''s arms. Her tears couldn''t come out. Her eyes were like rabbits.

    But she knew that there was someone in this family who was more sad and sad than her.

    He couldn''t cry, but the rain outside seemed to fall in his heart and collapsed in an instant.

    The old housekeeper outside the door wiped tears and looked at the second master in front of the window. He opened his mouth to comfort the second master, but he was dumb and speechless.

    He stood at the door with steaming food.

    It has been three days since the second master woke up. People in the whole family thought that the second master would go crazy to find his wife after waking up, but they didn''t expect that the second master didn''t make any noise. He just stood outside the window like a lost soul, quiet to death.

    A rain pattered down for three days, sad and sad.

    Suddenly, the silence to death was broken.

    The standing wall seems to have collapsed in an instant.

    The thin and slender figure trembled his shoulders and covered his face helplessly.

    The old housekeeper was sad and his eyes were red.

    The God without desire saves all living beings with his own body, but who will save the God in the end

    No one, no one

    The man who walks alone in the night runs out of his life and meets the light

    result

    But I lost it myself

    Standing there like a puppet

    Lost soul

    Lost heart

    The old housekeeper came in with food in an attempt to admonish and comfort him.

    "Second master, eat something, or your body will be unbearable..."

    The back in front of the window is thin and slender. The western-style snow-white shirt is loosely worn on the body, and the body looks shaky.

    The man turned slowly.

    His eyes were red with blood.

    The old housekeeper was so sad that he put down his things and hurriedly came to help him.

    He just said silently:

    "Go find her."

    The old housekeeper looked at the powerful second master as if he were a God''s residence, so decadent and gloomy, and his eyes were red.

    He opened his mouth and there was nothing he could do.

    Why didn''t you send someone to look for it.

    As early as the second master was unconscious, commander Jing had sent people to look around Puyang.

    Nothing.

    Again and again, as if the whole lady had evaporated from the world, she couldn''t even find a trace.

    The old housekeeper choked.

    "Second Lord, madam, she... She has..."

    Although Miss Shen hasn''t married their second master yet, they all know that she is the second young grandmother of the second master.

    "Find it!!"

    The man was hoarse and his mood seemed to fluctuate a little more than before.

    He brushed the old housekeeper''s hand away.

    Slowly walked to the bedside and sat down.

    Dark eyes are empty.

    The old housekeeper heard the young man''s low voice and said slowly:

    "She was just angry with me and hid."

    "... she doesn''t want to see me. She hates me."

    "I can''t find her, or she will hide..."

    She won''t die

    How could she die

    unable

    The young man spoke very slowly. He had to pause for a few seconds for almost a word, and it took several minutes to finish a sentence.

    Empty eyes, slow whispers, like talking to yourself.

    At this moment, the old housekeeper couldn''t help but feel the pain in his heart.

    Grief is unspeakable.

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