The man's eyes were gentle, "As long as you are healthy, I will not let anything happen to me."
Song Wuyou choked up and said, "What if one day I become unhealthy?"
The man's eyes were deep: "We will not be separated."
"When will the war end?" Song Wuyou suddenly missed them when they were young.
That way, they don't have to worry about each other dying in the field—
"You regret joining the army with me?" Dongfang Xuan squinted slightly.
Song Wuyou shook his head: "No regrets!"
She held his hand tightly and looked at him seriously: "Promise me! No matter what the situation is, you are living for me! I was really panicked just now. If you are not here, how can I live? No You, I will not live!"
Dongfang Xuan softly hooked his lips: "Silly girl, I won't let you try to live alone with such pain."
…
Tears fell patter on the back of the hand resting on the lap.
Song Wuyou's face was full of sadness, he raised his head, and looked at the door of the operating room with sadness in his eyes.
Dongfang Xuan, you told me not to let me try the pain of living alone.
You gave me death, have you ever thought that I am in another world, living alone without you...
If there is something wrong with Gu Yanhao, she will really live alone, live alone.
There is no one who loves me, or the person I love, living alone...
After receiving the news that Gu Yanhao was injured, Mu Gu raced from the ranch to the hospital.
Regardless of whether it is night or not, and regardless of the personal safety of others, they came all the way through the red light.
He hurried to the hospital, disgusted with wasting time waiting for the elevator, and ran up the stairs.
As soon as he appeared, he saw Song Wuyou sitting there with his back straight.
When he saw two clear tears streaming down Song Wuyou's beautiful and pale face, his eyes were extremely sad.
His footsteps were stopped abruptly.
He stood there, watching her quietly.
Looking at her side face, she is so sad, so helpless, so lonely—
There was a sudden sharp pain in his heart.
The hand beside her was tightly held because she wanted to suppress the pain in her heart.
Eyes as warm and moist as peach blossoms, at this moment there are undisguised turbulent waves rolling inside.
Suddenly, I really wanted to go forward and hug her, to give her thin body some warmth and safety.
But he restrained himself.
After a long time, he worked hard to calm down his emotions, and raised his slender legs to come forward.
He came to Song Wuyou's side and sat down, and handed her a handkerchief.
Suddenly a kerchief appeared in front of him, Song Wuyou froze for a moment, then slowly swept his head and looked at the owner of the kerchief.
Mu Gu smiled at her, and said carelessly, "Wipe your tears, your nose is about to flow from crying."
"Thank you." Song Wuyou took the handkerchief and wiped away the tears on his face.
A touch of pain quickly passed through Mu Gu's eyes.
He looked at Song Wuyou: "Ah Hao will be fine."
"Hope." Song Wuyou's voice was hoarse.
Mu Gu looked at her deeply for a few seconds, then pulled away from her face, glanced at the parents of the crying little girl and the family members of other wounded, and asked, "Have they all come out yet?"
"No."
As soon as Song Wuyou's words fell, the door of the operating room to rescue the little girl opened, and Song Wuyou looked up.
The little girl's parents rushed up, and the man grabbed the doctor's arm and asked urgently, "How is my daughter?"
The doctor told him sadly: "The bullet hit the heart, we did our best."