Qing Ye looked at his hands, and Qiao Ran's hot tears kept falling on his hands, which were so hot.
This made Qing Ye's heart twitch and it hurt in every way.
Qing Ye also cried helplessly. He stretched out his hand to gently touch Qiao Ran's face and wiped away her tears, "Xiao Ran, promise me, you must live well, no matter... ahem... no matter what happens in the future. No matter what difficulties you encounter, you have to work hard to survive, okay?"
"What about you..." Qiao Ran grabbed his hand that wiped her tears and cried until she burst into tears, "I am living well, why can't you live well... You are not willing to live... Why do you ask me to live well..."
When Qing Ye heard her so uncomfortably choking, he frowned tightly, looked at her in agony, and gave a helpless smile, "I'm sorry... I promise you, in the next life, I will work hard in the next life." When I'm a hundred years old... Xiaoran, can you promise me?"
Qiao Ran cried and shook his head, refusing to agree to him at all.
However, Qing Ye's hand slowly loosened up and put it down weakly. Qiao Ran's palms trembled and she quickly grabbed him. Qing Ye coughed up blood in pain, but still tried hard to pull her. He gave a pale smile and said in a weak voice: "Xiao Ran, I'm really tired..."
Qiao Ran stared at him with red eyes and shed tears. She was so afraid of despair, but she didn't dare to ask him to stay...
"Let me go... Leaving, for me, is a relief..." Qing Ye suddenly stared at her very seriously, as if he wanted to take a closer look at Qiao Ran at the end. He seriously He looked at her and said in a very soft voice, almost breathless: "Xiao Ran, please... live well..."
Qiao Ran's eyes turned red from crying, and she nodded her head, promising him that she would live a good life.
However, after Qing Ye got her promise, he seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, and he finally slowly closed his eyes.
Then, he just closed his eyes and never woke up again.
Qiao Ran looked at his hand that was slowly hanging down, dumbfounded and didn't react for a long time.
After a long time, she finally mustered up the courage to gently shake Qing Ye's hand, her lips trembling slightly, and she called him in a low voice: "Qing Ye, Qing Ye..."
Qing Ye didn't answer anymore.
He remained motionless, with his eyes closed, and no matter how she called, he didn't answer.
Qiao Ran hugged him and cried so hard that he couldn't help himself.
She owed her life to Qing Ye forever, and she would never have the chance to repay her.
It turns out that this is the meaning of life. It makes people wake up from the pain, but they have to admit what it means to lose.
It's not like Qiao Ran never thought that Qing Ye would leave her, but even though she was prepared for everything, she still felt pain that made her internal organs twitch.
Why die...
Why must you die...
Why do people who try so hard to live still end up dying...
Qiao Ran hugged Qing Ye tightly, who was getting warmer and colder, and the pain became more and more painful.
On the day Qing Ye was buried, the weather was very bad, and there was a heavy rain in Snow City, rumbling.
But Qiao Ran still went up the mountain and knelt in front of Qing Ye's grave in a daze.
She didn't bring an umbrella, so she just let the heavy rain hit her until she gradually lost consciousness and fainted.
I don’t know if I will die here too...
(End of chapter)