A heart that was tormented by him was no longer his own.
No matter what he did to himself.[
She still can't give up...
His tenderness and passion are like the enchanting poppy. Once you are tainted with it, it will be difficult to get rid of it.
She knew that what awaited her ahead might be an abyss.
She couldn't help but jump down.
He fell into a love web he had woven himself, and could never get up again.
"Don't cry..."
Cold fingers reached the corners of her eyes.
Yehuang raised her head, and her pale, bloodless lips lightly touched the corners of her eyes.
Kissing her gently, she comforted her softly, "Li'er, don't cry..."
"I just hurt you..."
"I feel pain in my heart too..."
He sighed softly, pressed his forehead against hers, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Seeing Li'er protecting others like that makes me feel very uncomfortable..."
He took her little hand and touched it to his chest.
"It's very uncomfortable here..."
Everywhere the palm of your hand touches is warm and sticky.
Mu Yanli withdrew her hand, hugged him and cried, "How about stopping the bleeding first? You lost a lot of blood..."
Ye Huang looked at her blankly, with tenderness in his eyes, "Li'er...are you crying for me?"
Mu Yanli cried and nodded.
The tears that slipped out of my eyes were half distressed and half sad, "Yes, I shed tears for you..." [
"I'm always so dissatisfied..."
"I feel angry and decide not to care about you anymore, but I still can't control myself..."
"Seeing you injured makes me feel very sad. Seeing you bleeding so much makes me feel distressed...looking at you..."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Huang hugged him tightly.
His body was trembling slightly, and it took a while before he calmed down.
She pressed against his body tightly and felt his heartbeat so fast.