She suddenly didn't want to do anything. [26nbsp;]
She just felt weak.
It's like a ball of cotton, endlessly silence...
However, before she fell down, he fell down first, his body trembled violently. He grabbed her hand and suddenly lost his strength and the shaking became lighter.
Shui Lian was stunned. In a blink of an eye, she saw the vast blood-red color on his face, a strong despair, discouraged... It was like there was no thought of life anymore.
She screamed: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty..."
His eyes sank, and a mouthful of blood spurted out... and his body fell backwards.
Fortunately, Shui Lian reached out quickly and used all her strength to support him.
However, he could no longer stand up, and lay down, and never stood up again.
She took the quilt and covered him thickly. At this time, he had completely lost his strength and lay quietly. The fierce look on his face no longer existed, but with an extremely astonishing haggard and despair.
Lying down like that, there is no longer a trace of vitality...
The madness just now had exhausted his energy.
If she hadn't tried her best to stop him, he might have died suddenly on the spot.
Shui Lian sat beside him for a long time, not knowing that her heart was broken, not feeling uncomfortable, not feeling sad at all. She just felt that he was very cold. So she slowly got up and sat slowly in his
Around me.
His hand was still holding her tightly, and the palms were extremely cold. She held these hands tightly for a long time, and then slowly went to bed and quietly hugged him.
He was already in a semi-coma state, the crazy blush on his face had faded, leaving a very dismal and haggard and pale. When he went crazy and forced her desperately, she was afraid that she would be far away from him
.When he fell asleep and was so close to him, she approached him instead, with a kind of doomsday manic sorrow.
She approached his body very carefully and hugged him carefully and without any distance. The two hugged in this way, without a trace of distance on their bodies.
It's like I've never been so intimate or so lingering.
His body was still so cold, like a person who had been suffering in ice and fire for a long time. Every step he walked, he was bleak footprints, depicted by black charcoal, and looked desolate.