The rope quickly dropped a lot, and Ye Yuwei's voice beside him became more and more tragic.
"Yu Wei!" As if he was afraid that his voice was not loud enough, He Mingjue roared out again, almost furiously, "I want Ye Yuwei!"
The rope that was falling rapidly finally stopped.
Wen Xihe's tears fell and became more and more uncontrollable.
Look, she is an idiot. Even a moment ago, she had a small extravagant hope in her heart that maybe the name coming out of He Mingjue's mouth would be hers.
She knew him too well and knew that even if she were alive, he would feel guilty for losing Ye Yuwei for the rest of his life. Then, she would help him make a choice, loosen the rope herself, and let Ye Yuwei stay.
What happened was the God of Destiny's arrangement of her life and death.
But now it seems that these are no longer needed.
He didn't choose her, nor did he give her a chance to consider for him. As soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately sentenced her to death.
The scene before her eyes appeared many years ago when she was bullied by children. He fought with a group of people, and his face was covered with bruises. But in the end he hugged her domineeringly, pointed at everyone and said harshly, "This
For the rest of my life, Wen Xihe will belong to me, He Mingjue, and no one can touch her!"
Now, the "lifetime" he talked about has finally expired because of the appearance of another woman.
All this has stopped, disappeared, and will never come back.
This time, Wen Xihe truly understood that He Mingjue really didn't want her anymore...
The strength in his hand gradually relaxed, Wen Xihe pulled at the corner of his mouth and finally smiled.
Ye Yuwei next to her looked at Wen Xihe as if she was frightened. She stared at Wen Xihe with tears in her eyes and asked in a low voice, "Miss Wen, what's wrong with you?" Finally it seemed that she was frightened.
He noticed her mood and knew the reason, his eyes flickered, and he felt a little guilty, "Miss Wen, don't worry, Jueming will definitely not leave you alone, no!"
Wen Xihe laughed again, her vision blurred, and she only heard her own laughing voice.
"He Mingjue, I wish you happiness!"
He Mingjue, you don’t want me anymore, and I don’t want you anymore.
goodbye!
In my ears, the woman's frightened scream, the man's wanton roar, the sound of the plane exploding, the sound of gunshots, and the man's painful begging for mercy echoed over and over again, and then disappeared. The wind flew past my eyes quickly,
Wen Xihe felt that she suddenly turned into a light butterfly, floating rapidly and downward in the cliff stream. She felt that the wind was supporting her body, but she was pulled downward by some huge force.
.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, her body was pulled and fell heavily into some kind of torrent. Then, just before she lost consciousness, she was quickly swallowed by the violent torrent around her.
The world suddenly became quiet.
Her consciousness was groggy, and she wanted to open her eyes, but her eyes seemed to be weighed down by something as heavy as a thousand dollars, leaving her to struggle in vain. She felt an incredibly warm softness surrounding her body. Those softnesses
The warmth even caused the pain on her body to absorb bit by bit. In her ears, there were sounds of crying and sighing. There seemed to be hands, lightly brushing over her face like feathers. Gently.
Ground, itchy.
She wanted to make those hands stop, but she closed her eyes and no sound came out from her lips.
Finally, everything became quiet. The sound of opening and closing the door came to my ears again.
Did she die? Did she go to heaven?
She really wanted to open her eyes and see what this paradise that made her feel comfortable and pain-free looked like.
So, her body heard her desire and let her go.
Wen Xihe slowly opened her eyes, and the light in the room slowly fell into her eyes. Her whole body exuded the fragrance of lilies. The top of her head was a dazzling white, and the soft light of the crystal lamp faintly
Scattered into her eyes. She was surrounded by blue. On the windowsill, the wind gently blew the blue curtains.
Wen Xihe stared at the scene in front of her for a long time, and the familiar pain hit her body and heart at the same time. For a moment, she didn't understand her feelings and wanted to cry, but she suddenly burst into tears from laughter.
She is not dead, and this is not heaven.
The door to the room was pushed open, and a tall man's figure appeared beside the door. When he saw Wen Xihe sitting on the bed, he was suddenly shocked.
Their eyes met, and she saw a reddish look in his eyes. But he saw a touch of ice-blue calmness in her eyes.
There was an eerie silence.
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