"The wedding will be held as usual." Feng Liye said quietly, "After it is over, I will tell you the specific location of the Fang family."
"Li Ye, you" Sikong Lingge's eyes widened and he looked at him in disbelief, thinking that he heard wrongly.
impossible!
It is impossible for Li Ye to make such a request![
This is not the Feng Liye she knows...
Sikong Lingge shook his head vigorously, his expression dull.
Feng Liye pushed the wheelchair and came to Sikong Lingge, picked up the information scattered on the table one by one, and put them into brown paper bags.
"These things are no longer needed for the time being, so please keep them with me for now."
Saying that, he was about to put things away.
Sikong Lingge suddenly came to his senses and rushed to grab it.
Feng Liye took a quick step and held it down.
"Li Ye..." Sikong Lingge frowned and was about to snatch it away when his fingertips suddenly felt a thick wetness.
Lowering his eyes, he saw that Feng Liye's palm was bright red and full of blood.
Sikong Lingge's chest jumped hard, and his whole face turned pale.
what happened?
Why is there so much blood on Li Ye's hands?
Where was the injury?
How did it hurt?
"Your hand...?" Sikong Lingge looked at the dazzling red, and all the nerves in his body tightened.
Wherever there is time to worry about the brown paper bag, just lower your head and check it.
Feng Liye avoided Sikong Lingge's touch and said calmly, "It's okay. A small cut won't kill you."
A small cut?
How could a small cut bleed so much!?[
The whole palm is red!
"Show me your hands!" Sikong Lingge's brows became tighter and tighter.
I glanced at the brown paper bag from the corner of my eye.
Sure enough, there was a faint trace of blood on it!
Damn it!
Li Ye was so seriously injured that she didn't notice at all.
"Don't move, I'll get the medicine box!" Sikong Lingge said, immediately turned around and hurriedly walked in the other direction.
My waist suddenly tightened.
Feng Liye suddenly hugged her from behind.
Sikong Lingge's whole body trembled, struggling as if he had been burned, "Li Ye, your hand is injured and needs to be disinfected and bandaged. I can't help you..."
"Listen to the song." Feng Liye suddenly called her name, his voice hoarse.
Sikong Lingge's chest tightened, his body was as stiff as a statue, and his limbs were cold.
She didn't dare to move for fear of causing Feng Liye to make more movements.
"Those promises we made in the past will never be fulfilled in this life." Feng Liye hugged her tightly, his voice as hoarse as tearing apart.
"..." Sikong Lingge was stiff, his throat was choked, and he didn't know what to say.
"It seems that I can only live in the next life." Feng Liye murmured in a low voice, feeling deeply regretful.
"..."
"Maybe it won't be possible in the next life."
"..."
"A person like Shangguan Rui will never allow you to promise me your next life."
"..."
"So, listen to the song." Feng Liye paused here, and after a while, he spoke again, "In this life, at least one of the promises between us will be fulfilled?" [
"What...?" Sikong Lingge had to take a deep breath to keep his voice steady.
"Marry me, even if it's a wedding of a few hours." Feng Liye said, "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you. The divorce agreement in the brown paper bag is still valid."
"..." Sikong Lingge's eyes were red, and his chest felt so uncomfortable that it felt like it was about to burst.