Looking at the people entering the gate, Yan Ziqing seemed to see a vague figure and an fuselage flying into the sky.
He stood there fixedly, the sharp sting screaming and attacking every cell in his body.
"An'an, actually I'm fine alone..." His lips moved, and bright red blood flowed out of his open lips uncontrollably.
Even if there were ten thousand steps between them, he still took nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps toward her without hesitation. The remaining step should be used to maintain the little dignity he had left!
He is tired!
He is really tired, because his heart is also made of flesh. If it is injured, it will hurt. If it is injured too much, it will also become numb!
Gradually, Yan Ziqing's vision blurred, and the tall figure suddenly fell to the ground at the moment when ten thousand swords penetrated his heart.
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On the plane, passengers are looking for their seats in an orderly manner.
Annuo, who was already sitting in her seat, suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain in her heart. She covered her chest, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
She stood up suddenly, and a middle-aged man in the seat next to her asked enthusiastically: "Miss! Do you want to pick up your luggage? Let me help you!"
"No need!" Afraid of disturbing other people's boarding, Annuo sat down again and looked at the terminal outside the window. Her heartbeat was inexplicably out of rhythm.
Is it because you are leaving? That's why you are so flustered?
She knew very well that if she left this time, there would be no more possibility between her and Yan Ziqing!
My heart couldn't help but feel overwhelming pain.
The sweet voice of the stewardess rang out, and after a while, the plane began to taxi and was about to take off...
Annuo covered his eyes with his hands, and warm tears overflowed from between his fingers.
San'er, my dear, goodbye!
I never expect you to know how much I love you. I just want to love you, love you, and always love you...
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The atmosphere in the hospital was extremely tense.
What Yan Ziqing was doing was a major life-threatening operation, and all the top doctors who could be mobilized in the shortest time rushed here.
The corridor was even more crowded with people, and the Yan family was all in attendance. Even the old man, Yan Nanshan, was sitting outside the operating room with a serious expression. Feng Hao, Li Yunzhong and others were also gathered.
No one dared to tell the old man that Yan Ziqing collapsed at the airport. They only said that there was a car accident on the road, an accident.
Leaning on Feng Hao's shoulder, Xia Yucheng was so shocked that she almost cried. She hated herself, why did she do bad things with good intentions? If she hadn't talked too much, wouldn't Yan Ziqing be fine now?
But she sincerely hopes that they will be well, that they can be reunited as a family and be happy.
She could never have guessed such a tragic ending.
"How about that? You go back first!" Feng Hao pulled her aside and whispered, "Yan San is strong and will be fine."
Xia Yucheng shook her head with tears in her eyes. She looked at the worried people over there and whispered: "Hao, I..."
Feng Hao covered her lips with his fingers: "Chengcheng..."
He shook his head solemnly.
Xia Yucheng didn't dare to speak anymore. She held his clothes tightly with her little hands and asked, "How long will it take? Yan San will get better, right? He will be fine, right?"
"Well, it'll be fine!" Feng Hao comforted in a low voice, thinking that he would get her back no matter what. Otherwise, he would be heartbroken just looking at her, and it would only add to the chaos in his heart.