Her whole body froze, the voice was very small, but it meandered and hit her heart firmly, those light words were imprinted on her heart.
This voice is so familiar and profound.
... In the end, she really couldn't hold it anymore, and slowly closed her eyes. At the last moment, she thought that he must live.
Tang Si, you have to live.
When Song Yi was rescued from the fire, she was carried out by the firefighters. Her long hair fluttered as she walked, her eyes were tightly closed, her delicate and delicate face was covered with blood, and her body was mottled and dirty. Xi's.
But it has a somewhat dirty beauty, decadent and dark
...
Song Yi woke up the next day, her eyes were all white, the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and there was the sound of instruments beeping.
She moved her hand, the infusion tube was tied in her hand, and she felt as if she was falling apart, especially in her throat and lungs, which still had a burning smell.
When Li opened the door and came in, he saw Song Yi watching everything with his eyes open.
"You're awake! You scared me to death, do you know that?" Li walked over with hot water in his hand: "You are really my ancestor."
"If I hadn't seen you yesterday, the hospital would have notified your parents. Then you wouldn't have a good life."
"How is it? Is there anything uncomfortable?" After complaining, it was her delicate body that worried her.
"Help me to sit up first." Song Yi didn't listen to his chatter, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
Hearing his own unpleasant voice, Song Yi frowned.
In fact, she was not seriously injured in the fire yesterday, but she was exhausted and collapsed.
People can really be exhausted.
At this moment, she has recovered a lot, at least her face is not pale, but has some blood.
But obviously she has a bad demeanor, she is a sickly beauty, she is delicate, she looks soft and delicate in the first place, but now she looks sick and makes people feel distressed.
"Is my voice still okay?" she asked.
Li Fu: "It will definitely be fine, drink some water."
"Why didn't you ask if your face was burned and disfigured?" Li said angrily.
Song Yi didn't go to pick up the water glass, and touched her face in an instant: "Am I disfigured?"
"I'm lying to you." Li put the water in Song Yi's hand, then took the porridge on the bedside, and stirred it: "However, your business failed a few times, and you didn't go to the appointment yesterday."
"It's all trivial matters." Song Yi said softly after learning that she was not disfigured.
Li raised his eyebrows, and looked at her with an expression on his face that it was a big deal.
Song Yi stared at her with both eyes, the water was rippling, bright and shimmering, but there was something dark and calm inside, just staring at her all the time.
"Hey, auntie, are you going to eat me?" Li felt a little numb from being stared at, and couldn't help but speak.
That line of sight was too eerie and deep.
Song Yi stroked her head with one hand, lowered her head quickly, looked at the quilt, and asked in a muffled voice, "How did things happen yesterday? Are there any firefighters casualties?"
She was a little afraid to face it, afraid of hearing bad news, afraid that he would die.
Just like when she was a child... There were people who died for her. She still doesn't know whether she is dead or alive, let alone confirm it.
The movements in Li's hands paused, and his tone became a little heavy: "I heard that one was sacrificed during the explosion."
"Patta" the water glass in her hand fell onto the quilt in an instant, watching the white quilt instantly become smudged and drenched, layer after layer of water stains spread, walking towards her like the footsteps of a god of death, claiming her life .
My heart seemed to be soaked in ice water, and I was holding my breath. If I wanted to ask about the specific situation, it was stuck in my throat, and I didn't dare to ask a word.
Seeing this, Li thought it was careless, and quickly put down the porridge in his hand, ready to lift her quilt: "Why are you so careless, you can't even hold the cup steadily."
But in the middle of the lifting, he found that he couldn't lift it. Looking up, Song Yi was holding the corner of the quilt tightly...