Nan Feng Xiao walked over, facing the direction of Tang Yichen's gun, without a trace of panic.
"She died for you. If you want her to die in vain, you will pass now."
After Nan Fengxiao finished speaking, Tang Yichen's eyes fell two lines of clear tears, and the hand holding the gun trembled violently.
Tang Yichen and Nan Fengxiao were all wet with sea water. The sea breeze in the late autumn was undoubtedly a sharp dagger, piercing deeply into the bone marrow with every blow.
"I won't die, who dares to say that she is dead, I will kill him." Tang Yichen roared.
Nan Fengxiao's eyes were cold, and now Tang Yichen was mentally deranged.
"You all get out of here!" Tang Yichen threw the gun into the sea and walked towards the place where the warmth fell.
Nan Feng Xiao frowned, and when Tang Yichen was not paying attention, he raised his hand and struck Tang Yichen's neck.
Tang Yichen's eyes went dark, and he immediately lost consciousness.
Before fainting, he saw Warmth slowly approaching him, with a warm smile on his face.
…
Dididi's voice kept ringing in Tang Yichen's bedroom, and Tang Yichen suddenly opened his eyes.
Seeing Murphy approaching by the bed and looking at him worriedly, Tang Yichen didn't eat too much for a second, and said urgently, "Mom, has the warmth come back? Isn't it in the hospital?"
Yes, she must be rescued...
Looking at Morphy's ugly expression, Tang Yichen's expression also cooled down, and he faintly retracted his hand from Morphy's arm.
"I'm going to see her."
As Tang Yichen said, he pulled out the needle from the back of his hand, and walked to the door weakly.
Nan Fengxiao brought him back last night. When he saw him alone, Morphy knew that Warmth had something wrong.
Tang Yichen had a high fever all night, and the temperature has not yet dropped.
"Yichen." Morphy's eyes were moist," Tang Yichen hurried over to support Tang Yichen, but was pushed away by Tang Yichen indifferently.
"Mom, tell me if you found her."
Tang Yichen suddenly calmed down and looked at Murphy coldly.
Murphy pursed her mouth, her face pale, and her eyes flushed. "The people sent out are still looking for it, but no... no warm shadows were found."
Tang Yichen almost couldn't stand still, if it wasn't for Morphy to hold him in time, I'm afraid the whole person would fall down.
I haven’t found her yet, there is no trace...
Tang Yichen pushed away the warmth desperately, his lips were pale and dry, because he had a high fever, the whole person was still in a daze.
But now he has only one thought in his heart, he wants to find warmth.
"Yichen, you are still sick." Murphy said, tears falling.
Tang Yichen paused and turned back slightly, "Sick? Mom, I wouldn't have had a better life without her."
Mo Fei was shocked by Tang Yichen's words and cried silently, covering her mouth.
Tang Yichen opened the door, dragging his weak body and staggering away.
In the process, they bumped into the servants on the corridor, and everyone stepped aside, not daring to step forward.
"Young Master." Jiulong stood behind Tang Yichen, calling Tang Yichen's name with a guilty conscience.
Tang Yichen turned around, threw the key into Jiulong's hand, and said coldly, "Send me."
Of course, Kowloon knows where to go, but...
"Young Master, you are still ill." Jiulong kindly reminded him, Tang Yichen raised his head coldly, and Jiulong immediately shook his heart.
Seeing Tang Yichen's eyes, Jiulong dared not speak, and ran to the door.
Murphy chased it out, took Tang Yichen's hand, and said softly, "Yichen, don't you worry about your mother, okay?"