Huangfulian turned a deaf ear to Wu Yu's low voice of concern.
All his attention was focused on Jiang Nanyan, whose whole body was cold and only breathing weakly.
"Yan'er! Wake up! It's me! I have received your letter and have come to pick you up!" Huangfulian held Jiang Nanyan's cold hand tightly, put it on her cheek and rubbed it, while murmuring to herself
Saying, "Yan'er! Wake up! Don't scare me..."
Huangfulian's whole body was trembling.
He has never been as scared as he is now [
He could barely feel her pulse!
She is dead...
She is dead...
She is dead!
His Yan'er is dead!
He was tortured to death by Xiahou Fengli!
This thought suddenly came to Huangfulian's mind.
Then, it lingers.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at the motionless person in his arms. His jaw was tense and his expression was as stiff as a stone statue carved with a knife, without any soft lines.
Huangfulian felt a biting cold air rising from the soles of her feet, quickly seeping into her body, and quickly spreading throughout her body with the speed of blood flow.
His body became colder inch by inch until, like Jiang Nanyan in his arms, it faded to the point where there was no trace of warmth...
In my mind, there are only five big words that keep ringing, that is
Jiang Nanyan is dead.
Huangfulian stared blankly at the person in her arms, her eyes unfocused, and she had completely lost her ability to think.