Chi Yiyi's hands were trembling and her feet were almost unsteady. It was only with Xi Zheyu's support that she could barely support her body. Tears covered her face and her voice was a little hoarse.
The man covered with white cloth...
I vaguely remembered what happened five years ago, and suddenly realized that pain and sorrow are nothing in the face of death.
Maybe I will never love again in this life.
If he dies, will she still have the strength to love other people?
When he was alive, she once tried to love Xi Zheyu, but she found that love is not something you just want to love. Even if some people break into your heart with hurt and pain, there will still be traces.
Indelible traces.
It will always come out in the dead of night, affecting your thoughts and every nerve.
When her trembling hand touched the white cloth, she almost fainted from crying.
Regret, I didn't put aside those meaningless emotions, couldn't face my own feelings, and lost him.
Regret, there was no time.
Irreversible?
Life is sometimes too fragile, like glass, broken and unable to be put back together, and people will never come back or open their eyes to see you again.
Sadness enveloped my heart, and my whole body felt almost paralyzed.
The little sheep's eyes were all red, and she felt very uncomfortable.
"I'll do it!" Xi Zheyu said, he really couldn't bear to see her like this.
"I'll do it!" she sobbed, feeling deeply sad and unable to extricate herself.
There is no regret medicine in this world, but there are always miracles.
"Chi Yiyi."
Just when her white hand was about to lift off the white cloth, the voice sounded behind her, as if it had passed through five years, shocking her heart.
"Chi Yiyi, Chi Yangyang."
The little sheep's nose twitched and he immediately looked behind him.
Yan Jintian was covered in blood, with one eye open and one eye closed. There was still blood on his eyelids, and his body was very dirty. Maybe it was the first time in so long that I saw him in such a mess. Love
He is so clean but so dirty.
Her eyes were wide open, and she couldn't believe it. Chi Yiyi didn't speak, but suddenly raised the white cloth again, and it wasn't Yan Jintian.
The person who asked them to identify the person before was a little confused, "He is Yan Jintian!"
It turned out that the intonation was wrong and it sounded like Yan Jintian.
Yan Jintian is still alive and well.
Live in their world, live in the eyes of everyone.
Even though he was covered in blood, he was still alive.
Someone has said that as long as you are alive, there is hope.
Therefore, no matter how deep the pain is, it will always be compensated as long as the person is alive.
He owed her, she couldn't let him go just like that, even a lifetime wouldn't be enough.
She stood firm, Xi Zheyu let go of his hand, and she walked towards him step by step.
Yan Jintian was smiling, even though he looked so embarrassed, but when he smiled, it was like thousands of pear trees blooming overnight, and all the scenery became extraordinarily dazzling and bright in an instant.
This is his smile.
She walked up to him and raised her hand, but instead of hitting him, she cried and wiped away the blood on his face.
I cried harder and harder.
He was very distressed, his eyes were deep but particularly languid, and then he stretched out his hands and hugged her suddenly.
As long as you're still alive, that's fine.
As long as he is alive, he will pay back whatever he owes her.