"No, no... she is not her... she will not die, I did not kill her, I did not..."
Chu Shaoyang pushed Qi Yanyu away. His eyes were dazed and distracted. He suddenly shouted, flew onto the roof, ran forward, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
"Young Master! Young Master!"
The men in black shouted and chased after him.
If you can't see it, it means it didn't happen.
Chu Shaoyang deceived himself again, he thought his eyes could deceive his heart.
But, is it really possible
Mo Chuan hugged the girl in his arms tightly.
No matter if she is Shen Ning or Shen Rumei.
No matter whether she lives or dies, he will never let go of her in this life.
A peach blossom was in full bloom in the yard, and its fluttering peach petals were blown down by the wind, scattering a shower of flowers.
A peach blossom petal fell on her face, its pink color reminded him and her of the peach blossom forest in the valley, which was so beautiful.
Her face was as white as snow, but her eyes were strangely clear, her skin was as smooth as jade, and her clothes were stained red with blood.
Mo Chuan's whole body was trembling. He felt that her body was getting colder. No matter how much he put internal force into her body, he could not warm her body up.
Her long eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings. Her eyelashes were raised, and her eyes were as black and clear as usual, looking straight into his heart.
Mo Chuan felt great sadness in his heart.
This is a flashback!
She recognized him, but he was about to lose her.
He held back the tears in his eyes and smiled at her. He wanted to leave her his most beautiful and best smile.
"Ning'er, don't leave me." He uttered these words silently, his eyes entangled with hers.
She seemed to hear it, because the corners of her lips raised slightly and she smiled slowly.
In this life, there are no more regrets.
She finally remembered her lost memory. She knew who she was, and she was lying in the arms of the person she loved most. Even if she died like this, she would be happy and without regrets.
Her lips moved. He endured the great grief in his heart and put his ear close to her lips. It was not until he pressed his ears against her cold lips that he heard her utter a few subtle words.
"Ling'er... is your son... take care of... him..."
The last word was inaudible.
The smile remained on her lips.
Her bright eyes slowly closed and never opened again.
She lay in his arms with a smile, as if she was asleep, peaceful and happy, and she left with a smile.
Her smile was as fragrant, sweet and charming as she had been in life.
There was a "boom" in Mo Chuan's ears, like something exploding. The stars were dancing in front of his eyes, as if his soul had left the body and he didn't know where he was.
He just stared blankly at the lifeless girl in his arms. Her body slowly became cold and stiff. He slowly lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Her lips were cold and ice-cold, and she would not give him any response.
But he couldn't take his lips away from her cold lips.
His whole body was trembling, and big drops of tears fell, falling on her face as pale as paper, but they could not bring any warmth to her body.
"Ning'er, you are so cruel, you are so cruel!"
He cried silently, burying his face deeply in her chest, covered in the blood gushing from her body.
"I just found you, and you left me forever in this way. How could you let me live..."