Yi Huan screamed and closed his eyes in fear. However, the expected severe pain did not come, and instead hit a strong chest. (⊙﹏⊙⊙﹏⊙)
Yi Xiai opened his eyes in shock.
Immediately, she saw a man's face, with cold eyebrows, coquettish thin lips slightly pursed, brows lightly frowned, his hands slightly wrapped around her waist, exuding a cool and elegant atmosphere all over his body.
Familiar man, familiar face, familiar smell.
Yi Huan opened his mouth slightly.[
Brother Yi Qian was actually standing here. Nothing happened to him? But she clearly saw the explosion on TV and saw the flames covering him.
What is going on?
Yi Xiang stared at Yi Qian's eyes, with strong doubts emerging.
Could this be just an illusion?
Is it Yi Qian's brother's soul that came to find her?
Thinking of this, Yi Xiang became more and more nervous. She hurriedly stood up from Yi Qian's chest, stretched out her hand, and touched Yi Qian's face.
The fingers were trembling and slightly cool, and they lightly touched his fair and handsome face.
The cold look on Yi Qian's face melted slightly, but remembering the quarrel ten days ago, she still kept a straight face, expressionless and a bit scary.
Yi Xiang clearly felt a touch of warmth on his fingertips.
Don’t all dead people have no sense of touch?
But the person in front of me obviously has a sense of touch.
Yi Xiang frowned and pinched himself hard. It hurt. It was not a dream.
Only then did she suddenly remove her hand from his face. With a pair of clear eyes, she stared closely at the man in front of her whom she had not seen for ten days. She found that his clothes were slightly messy and there were some dirt on his silver suit.
It seemed to be blood stains, but despite this, there was no trace of embarrassment on his body, and he was as handsome and eye-catching as ever.
It turns out he is not dead.
It turns out he is still alive.
Yi Qian faintly raised his eyes, stared at the men in black standing there, frowned, and felt a faint oppression towards them. He spoke with a bit of arrogance in his tone, "What's going on?
?”
"Master Yi
Yi liked hearing Yi Qian's voice. She had been holding her breath, so she dared to take a few careful breaths, "Brother Yi Qian."
It’s really great, great! [
Before she could finish her words, she suddenly stopped.
She looked at Yi Qian, and something was rolling violently in her heart, as if some emotion that had been unable to be vented suddenly burst out. A tear fell from the corner of her eye, and then a second tear appeared.
three drops
Then her tears flowed down like a faucet.
Her mind went blank.
Just kept crying.
The sun was setting outside the window, dyeing the whole world red.
How many years has she not cried? Ever since she got depression and obsessive-compulsive disorder, she has lost the instinct to vent her emotions. There is a fire of depression suppressed in her heart, torturing her day and night, making her more and more depressed.
It has become more and more silent, and it has become more and more lonely.
She warned herself day and night that brother Yi Qian was no longer someone she could fantasize about. In the end, such hints became obsessive-compulsive disorder, forcing herself to push that man out of her world.
