He held her in his arms again, gently stroked her hair, and kissed her forehead.
"Fool, how can I let you suffer? Such suffering should be borne by men. My woman, as long as you eat and have fun!"
He is a man and must never let a woman pay for him like this.
He can give everything for Changle, but he is not willing for Changle to hurt himself for him.
He used to fantasize about getting married to her all the time, and the two of them lived in a world where no one would disturb them.
There are ten miles of peach blossoms wandering there, clear streams flowing, shallow lotus flowers, flying red butterflies, surrounded by wild bees, green forests, mushroom-like houses, or bamboo raft huts, and wooden fragrant dwellings.
There he and she lived a carefree life every day, holding hands, traveling across thousands of rivers and mountains, and finally gave birth to a child and lived happily together.
It's a pity, he thought, that there was something wrong with his body and he was about to leave. He couldn't accompany her to the end of the world, couldn't take care of her in the future, couldn't look at her smile, couldn't quarrel with her, and couldn't watch her marry him again.
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He knew his own body very well. From the moment he fell ill to now, his health was deteriorating, getting worse day by day.
When he got sick just now, he felt that his heart was cold. In order not to worry Changle, he tried his best to smile at her and stood up with strength.
The moon outside must be very round tonight. Mid-Autumn Festival is a time for family reunion.
But he thought he wouldn't survive this moonlit night.
However, fortunately, Changle was with him in the last moment of his life. He could see the moon, stars, and Changle. He was already very satisfied and would not be sad anymore!
Gradually, he felt that his body temperature dropped rapidly. He was even colder than before, and his body began to tremble.
He hugged his body tightly and tried to use the force of his palms to transmit spiritual power to his body, hoping that he could warm himself up.
However, no matter what he did, it was useless. He felt that the temperature around him had dropped to a critical point, and he seemed to be in the ice and snow of winter.
This seems to be a bit too uncomfortable!
Youdi, he hugged Chang Le tightly, but he was afraid that his icy body would freeze her, so he dared not get close, but he didn't dare to get close.
He saw the prescription in Changle's hand and saw clearly the sequelae of heart bleeding written on it, as well as the pain of taking blood.
Therefore, he became more determined not to suffer in Changle.
All the suffering was left to him. He wanted to just close his eyes and leave slowly. With Changle by his side, he would not feel lonely.
It's just that he was afraid that Changle would be sad when she saw his body when she woke up. She would definitely cry, right?
Thinking of this, he suddenly let go of his hand and looked at the girl standing in front of him quietly.
Slowly, he raised his eyes and gently kissed her forehead and lips. The kiss was extremely gentle, each kiss was slow and long.
This lingering and pathos kiss was the last memory between him and her. Even if he goes underground, he will definitely remember her.
He thought that he would not drink Meng Po soup when he crossed the Naihe Bridge. He hoped that he would not forget Chang Le in his next life and would always remember her in all his life.
From now on, he and she will be like the flower of the other side that grows on the bank of the Huangquan River. The flowers and leaves are missing from time to time, and they will miss each other and cherish each other forever.
He forced himself to stand up, his dark eyes half-opened and half-closed, his originally bright red lips turned white in an instant, and hoarfrost like ice and snow slowly gathered on his body.
He didn't want Changle to see his ugly appearance, otherwise she would be very disappointed.