Cheng Fan sighed slightly, and a golden light came out from his fingertips, and each penetrated into the two of them.

In this way, the two can see, hear, and touch each other briefly.

Chen Yao was awake in a coma, but her physical indicators did not change at all.

Cheng Fan knew that this meant she didn't have much time left.

"Fang, Fang Mo?"

"It's me! Chen Yao, it's me!"

Fang Mo knelt down beside the bed, holding his hands tightly on the edge of the bed, his face turned red.

I was vaguely uttered in my throat, and I miss you ten thousand words in my heart, but I don’t know where to start.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"Or... are you here to pick me up?"

Chen Yao smiled and said weakly.

Fang Mo looked at Chen Yao in tears.

"Chen Yao, this is not a dream! It's me. I'm right by your side."

As he said that, Fang Mo gently held Chen Yao's only finger that was not covered by a syringe.

"Fang Mo, your hands are so cold..."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here willfully, I've hurt you..."

Chen Yao looked at Fang Mo with guilt, tears kept spinning in her eyes.

Fang Mo kept shook his head and sobbed, "No, this is not your fault, I should believe you. I doubt that no one should doubt Cheng Fan's head."

Chen Yao was slightly stunned and said embarrassedly: "I almost forgot... Actually, I only know that he is your friend, and I haven't thought so much."

Cheng Fan: “…”

Fang Mo turned his head and looked at Cheng Fan, and smiled bitterly.

"For Cheng Fan's blessing, we can meet for the last time. He is here too."

When Cheng Fan heard Fang Mo mention him, he had to take a step forward and greet him with a faint smile.

"Hello Chen Yao, I am Cheng Fan."

Chen Yao looked at Cheng Fan in disbelief, then at Fang Mo.

"What does this mean?"

Cheng Fan sighed and said, "I am the master of the Drip View. Today I met Fang Mo when I went to the underworld to do business. I missed the old classmates and let you meet for the last time."

"But I didn't expect that even you have too little time."

Chen Yao shook her head slightly and looked at Cheng Fan embarrassedly.

"Thank you, all of this is my reason... Actually, I already have a malignant tumor on my body. I don't want to drag down Ah Mo, but I didn't expect it to be self-defeating and hurt him."

"I'm sorry to borrow your name..."

Cheng Fan waved his hand and smiled lightly: "If you like it, use it. Anyway, I am no longer a person from the same world."

Chen Yao smiled a little when she heard this, "Yes, we will leave this world soon."

Fang Mo reached out and touched Chen Yao's cheek, and said warmly: "No, Cheng Fan didn't mean that. You may not believe it when you say it. There are really gods in this world, and Cheng Fan is a god."

"What a god? Isn't it the impermanence that comes to seek souls?"

Chen Yao murmured in a low voice.

Cheng Fan did not care about her words, but reminded her:

"Chen Yao, you still have half a year, Fang Mo has to take one step first."

“…”

It was the third time that Chen Yao's eyes had become wet, and she looked at Fang Mo reluctantly.

"Cheng Fan, can you help me..."

Chen Yao begged sadly.

"I want to go with Fang Mo now..."

"no."

Cheng Fan shook his head lightly.

"Absolutely not!"

Fang Mo shouted at the top of his lungs, and squeezed out his teeth one by one.

Seeing Fang Mo crying, his eyes turned red and his slightly embarrassed look, Chen Yao felt extremely distressed.

"No, I can't do that."

Cheng Fan shook his head and said lightly.

"But……"

"No, but!"

Fang Mo said sternly.

I felt it was too strong and tried to persuade me gently:

"Yaoyao, you still have time. Say goodbye to your family and friends first and take me with you. At the last moment, it's time for us to go together."

"...But I don't want you to suffer alone under the sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacr

Chen Yao looked at Fang Mo sadly.

Fang Mo was silent for a moment and turned to look at Cheng Fan.

"Old classmate, can you help me again?"

"I know you have something to do with me below. Can you let me stay for a while and accompany her to the last stretch of the road?"

Cheng Fan sighed and looked at Fang Mo.

"If you do this, Chen Yao will have less than three months."

"never mind……"

Fang Mo immediately backed down when he heard that Chen Yao's time would be reduced.

"Just do it! I would rather have less than three months! Even if it's only one month, one week!"

"For me, nothing is more important than being with Fang Mo!"

Chen Yao looked at Fang Mo with a bright look.

The weak body could not stop their fiery love at all.

This reminded Cheng Fan of the old woman and the jade Buddha emitting yin energy in her hands in the town.

Even if you know that the wife in the Jade Buddha will hurt your body, you know that once the Jade Buddha's spiritual energy dissipates, you will not be far from death.

The old woman still insisted on keeping the Jade Buddha, and her husband also gave up reincarnation. After more than 30 years of death, she was still willing to stay by her side.

Such love that went in two directions made Cheng Fan burst into tears.

"If this is the case, you can often meet in your dreams. But accordingly, Chen Yao's time will be greatly reduced. There may be two months left, or there may be only one month."

"Cheng Fan, needless to say. Since Chen Yao has said that, what else can I not be happy about?"

Fang Mo and Chen Yao looked at each other and smiled, everything was silent.

A touch of emotion flashed across Cheng Fan's face, and a trace of curvedness rose from the corner of his mouth.

Unexpectedly, I was also lucky enough to witness a love that was rushing to the east.

Cheng Fan took out the inconspicuous black jade and put it next to Chen Yao's pillow.

"Is that OK?"

Chen Yao asked in surprise.

Cheng Fan nodded.

"This is a container that replenishes Fang Mo's soul. Just take it with you. Fang Mo's yin energy will gradually erode your body and make you weak. Of course... this is not more serious than a malignant tumor."

Fang Mo wanted to speak but stopped, and looked at Cheng Fan begging.

"It's too late, she's already terminally ill."

Cheng Fan shook his head slightly, breaking Fang Mo's last thoughts.

Chen Yao smiled.

"Thank you, this is already great."

Cheng Fan nodded slightly and handed them the rest of the time.
To be continued...