You were talking to me just now, why did you say that you fell down when you fell down?
"Xia Yan, Xia Yan, wake up, Xia Yan..." I slapped his warm face in a daze.
Yan Xiaoqing knelt down and tested Xia Yan's breath, then pulled back in shock.
"Xia Yan? Xia Yan?" I ignored Yan Xiaoqing's shocked expression and kept slapping his face, but the temperature under my palm made my heart drop to the bottom of my heart.
The cruelest thing in the world is not to watch your loved one die with your own eyes, but to test the breath of your loved one with your own hands.
What kind of excruciating pain is that?
From the moment I couldn't feel any breath at my fingertips, my heart began to break.
He was dead. No words could describe the panic and fear at this moment. I sat down on the ground with a thud, looking at Xia Yan's sleeping face in fear.
Qi Xuan stood aside blankly and looked at us, at a loss.
Yan Xiaoqing's face was complicated.
Only Liuchi remains as motionless as a mountain.
I wanted to shout, cry, scream - suddenly I looked back at the man sitting on the seat: "Why? Why do you do this? Tell me."
Liu Chi lowered his head, his long eyelashes covering his eyelids, casting an unclear shadow: "There are naturally winners and losers in gambling, we can only say that he lost."
I stood up quickly and came to him in three steps and two steps: "I want him to live, I want him to live, Liuchi, I order you to get him up immediately."
Liu Chi slowly raised his face, expressionless: "Princess, you can't resurrect the dead, haven't you heard this sentence?"
It felt like something was choking my throat, and the pain in my heart was completely beyond what I could bear.
Until now, I still can't believe that Xia Yan is dead.
"It's you who cheated, it's you - tell me, why are you doing this? Why?" I suddenly grabbed Liuchi's collar like crazy and shook it vigorously. My eyes were so dry that I couldn't even shed tears.
It turns out that crying is a luxury when you are sad to a certain extent.
"Why...why." I could hardly breathe. Every question made me exhausted mentally and physically. The unbearable pain was spreading. I wanted to vent. I wanted to tear off this calm face to see what was hidden underneath.
A face.
But no matter how he treats Liuchi, Liuchi always maintains his original attitude.
No joy or sorrow.
Why can he still maintain such calmness? How does he do it?
My whole body collapsed at his feet.
Despair sucked away every inch of strength from my body. It was difficult for me to even move a finger, and time seemed to have stood still.
Silence, eerie silence.
Yan Xiaoqing said: "Liu Chi, have you had enough? If you have had enough, please stop."
Liu Chi didn't answer, but I knew his eyes were always on me.
He is waiting for an opportunity.
And this opportunity is something only I can give him.
I closed my eyes and said to myself, An Changting, you always wrong yourself for this and that. You look great, but in fact you are extremely stupid.
What have you done for Xia Yan?
Not only did it not happen, but it also caused chaos all day long.
"Save him. As long as I'm willing to save him, I can do anything!" I begged weakly.
Liuchi remained indifferent.
At this time, I can no longer think about anything else, any resentment, any anger, everything becomes irrelevant.
ps: I don’t have a long comment, I don’t have the motivation.
