I looked up in panic, and was horrified to find that Sima Yang was leaning against the wall, his body slowly sliding down. As his curled eyelashes slowly closed, the water in his crystal-like beautiful eyes also slowly stopped.
Already...
Ah, Sima Yang is dead! Sima Yang is dead!
Cold! So cold!
My hands and feet were cold, the feeling of being so cold that my bones were trembling with discomfort, but my heart seemed to be suffering from a fire, crackling and tingling.
I rushed forward impatiently, grabbed Sima Yang's shoulders, shook him violently, and cried: "Uuuu...Sima Yang, don't die, I haven't brought you back to modern times, and I haven't sold you yet."
Jewelry, who was smuggled back here, bought a house for you to live in, but he hasn’t... wu wu... Sima Yang, wake up... wake up..." [
One drop, one drop...the water that had not dried up due to the rain dripped from the stone wall, wetting Sima Yang's orange hair and seeping into his back. The soaked clothes clung to his body, and the water droplets slowly melted.
, a bone-chilling chill seeped into his skin, taking away the heat from his body bit by bit.
I grabbed Sima Yang's shoulder and shook it, and shook it, until my arm almost broke. Finally, a weak cough sounded in the quiet cave.
"Cough...cough...Miss Eyue, if you keep hanging around like this, it will be very difficult for me not to die..."