The night sky was gloomy and drizzle filled the sky. The scenery in front of anyone's eyes was covered with a curtain, and everything in the sky was swallowed up by the night.
Beside the Sansheng Stone by the lake, he held a dying girl in his arms and growled sadly, "Xintong, you will get better. Have you forgotten our promise? You said you would never leave me."
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She used her last bit of strength to force out a smile, her breath already weakly saying, "Chen, you must take good care of our baby, and you must take good care of yourself."
Shangguan Chen was heartbroken at this moment, shook his head and said, "No, didn't you say that we would watch our baby grow up together?" Tears followed his eyes and dripped on the woman's face.
Her hand slightly wanted to touch Shangguan Chen's face, to wipe away the tears on his face. He grabbed her hand and touched his face.
Shangguan Chen's heart ached at this moment, as he watched the woman he loved seem to slowly disappear.
He looked up to the sky and shouted "God, why, why!"
He looked at her in his arms, caressed her increasingly cold face, and wept bitterly, saying, "Xintong, we were destined to meet each other in the previous life, are we bound to love each other until we grow old in this life? I not only want to be with you in this life, I
We want our next generation to live forever."
Her pale face still had a hint of smile, "Chen, if I hadn't become Xintong, you wouldn't be so sad, right?"
He no longer thinks so, he is still telling her, "No, no matter whether you return to Xintong or not, you are still my most beloved person."
She smiled and shed cold tears, her breath weakened and she said, "Chen..."
He held her tightly, tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, she would disappear immediately.
He didn't say anything else. He just held the beloved woman in his arms blankly, waiting for a miracle, waiting for a miracle to happen to her. He hated himself for being useless. All he could do now was that God would come again.
He looked after her but was powerless.
The thunder outside kept rumbling, and the sudden sword-like lightning flashed across the night sky. The rain fell even harder, as if it was crying for her in his arms.
The Buddha said, "It takes 500 looks back in the previous life to exchange for one passing by in this life." So how many times did he and her meet in the previous life in exchange for the future lives?
The other people around them were all moved by such love and couldn't help but shed tears, but they were helpless. They could only pray for a miracle to come.
But can such a miracle happen to her?
The old monk also said with emotion, "Is this really the will of God? Amitabha..."
Her mother was already crying and speechless. She could only pray to God, "Oh God, God, hasn't my daughter suffered enough? Why do I have to make her suffer so much? And take away her life."
Where is her life? God, please show mercy and save her, save her!"
Her body gradually became softer and softer in his arms. Does this mean that she was gradually losing the breath of life?
The gears of fate kept spinning, and she walked through the tribulations of God step by step with difficulty. But now facing the provocation of death, can she still not escape after all?