Escaped Little Wife Of a Tyrant CEO | LK Adaptation

Chapter 172

Lisa wasn't angry. She walked over and found Jungkook in the car.

She thought such a scene was familiar, but she couldn't remember why.

When Lisa sat in the car, Jungkook asked, "Drunk?"

She wasn't too afraid of him now, so she blinked, "A little"

Jungkook said, "Do you know what day it is today?"

Lisa didn't know. She shook her head honestly and asked him again, "What day?"

Jungkook smiled lightly, "It's okay"

It used to be the day when she was crowned with his surname. It was a memorable one for him, but not for Lisa.

Her graduation gift was forcing her to marry him. But this, he wouldn't do that.

"I will take you to a place"

The wind by the sea blew, and in such a summer, it made people feel comfortable. She looked a little happy, with soft and fine sand under her feet. Jungkook no longer had to use a wheelchair, but his activities were limited. He walked slowly and followed her.

The small white light were on all the way, and there was no one at the seaside at night.

He looked at the girl's happy back and thought of many things. For example, He had used his blood as oil, and lit countless candles that could attract souls, trying to show her way home by illuminating the way.

Wang finally shook his head and said, "She won't come back because she doesn't think this is her house. Don't try it, it's useless"

He sat under the starry sky all night.

Lisa walked to the end, only to find dozens of potted plants on the ground placed in a circle.

She raised her eyes. A little light was printed in her eyes, "What's this?" The white bud had a light fragrance when she approached it.

Jungkook touched her soft hair, "It's a short bloom"

She opened her eyes in surprise.

The two faced each other, and he said, "Lisa, they are short-lived, very short"

Lisa seemed to understand. She knew that the flowering lasts for up to four hours. Jungkook's eyes were dark, and in a broken bright, she felt a little uneasy for no reason.

Jungkook's fingertips gently touched her cheek, "But you have to remember it, don't forget it".

Although she didn't understand it, she nodded.

He smiled, "Good girl"

They didn't wait for long and the epiphyllum bloomed.

Lisa had never seen such a beautiful scene. The moonlight, the small lights, the flowers bloom as they gently walk in the sea breeze.

Lisa sat next to him, held her chin with some joy in her eyes.

Jungkook took a conch to Lisa.

Lisa's hometown wasn't by the sea, and she didn't have the funds to travel. This was the first time she had faced the turbulence and tenderness of the sea.

She took the conch, and there was a childish curiosity in her eyes, "Can it sing?"

She heard that some conchs had a voice inside.

He smiled, "Some can sing, some can talk".

Sure enough, at the next moment, her crystal like eyes exuded fine light, and she was curious about the unknown. She had never doubted his words.

His heart was too soft.

Lisa just wanted to put it in her ear to hear it, and a gleaming thing fell out of it.

Lisa looked down, and a ring laid on the beach.

He smiled lowly, "Did you hear what it said?"

She looked at the ring blankly, then looked at him again. He approached her and touched her lips with one hand, with a smile, "Do you understand?"

Her cheeks suddenly turned red and she stuttered, "I, I am, I am only 18 years old".

The owner of the body was only eighteen years old.

He bent his lips, "I will wait for you to grow up".

She blushed, and didn't open her eyes. She held her knees and shrunk into a small ball. It was too shameful.

Jungkook didn't let her go.

He picked up the rose ring and gently lifted Lisa's chin.

The water in his eyes was really pitiful.

In his helpless gaze, he sat down on his knees.

Lisa couldn't speak for a moment.

The sea breeze was gentle, and her bangs swayed gently. The wind blew her thin hair, and she even forgot to breathe.

"Lisa"

Her wet eyes met his eyes.

He smiled lowly: "Don't be afraid, I don't mean to force you".

Jungkook felt a sudden pain. He looked stiff for a moment, but nothing changed in his eyes.

He continued, "I will wait for you to grow up, but I'm afraid you would grow up, and think that I'm too old for you".

Lisa's ears were red. Saying yes or no, neither was good.

He even knelt in front of her.

Jungkook said, "You hold it and don't put on the ring. I will make a necklace with the ring. Don't forget me....don't forget me"

After all, he wasn't so generous. He didn't tell her that if she had someone she liked in the future, just could take it off.

He would only kill the man himself.

He put it in her palm.

Closer, Lisa saw the inscription on the ring. It wasn't in English, it was in a very small Korean character.

A not-smooth word "Promise"

She didn't know when Jungkook prepared for it.

She squeezed it tightly. Her heart beat fast.

The epiphyllum was blooming and the ground was fragrant.

She had pink cheeks. She closed the ring box, looked into his eyes, and whispered, "I still owe you a gift".

Lisa resisted the shame and finished, "But I have no money and can't afford too good things. I don't think you need those things either" She came out with a little black Korean knot. Her eyes seemed to be full of stars, "It's for peace and security. Your injury can be cured as soon as possible".

Lisa remembered that her roommate had said that the world had collapsed and she paused. Why did the world collapse? Was it because of the male lead?"

The girl's voice was like sugar, "Peace and health are what many people wish for a lifetime, I hope you would be free from illness and pain".

He suddenly choked.

Free from illness and pain.

For many years after losing her, he became mad and desperate. He even committed suicide.

Even at this moment, the heart in his chest was a little full of pain, like a tarsal maggot, like a shadow. However, all the injuries seemed to be healed a little bit.

He took it and smiled, "Okay"

No matter how long he had to wait, everything would be fine. He lived one day, loved her one day, lived one minute, loved her for sixty seconds. He would not be afraid of pain and wouldn't look back.