The white clothes like snow are soaked through, and the water drops on the forehead are rolling down. I don't know if it is the rain or sweat caused by the rain just now. The originally fair skin is now frighteningly white, and the long and curled eyelashes are trembling.
He trembled and opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at the man with an evil face in front of him.
The pale lips squirmed, the thin lips were slightly opened, and the breath was like a gossamer: "Ye..."
It was just one word, but it seemed that he had used all his strength to say it.
A ball of energy and blood suddenly surged up in the body, and a severe pain hit. The body stiffened slightly: "Pfft..."
The bright red liquid dyed the entire cheek red, and the small face seemed to be blooming with delicate flowers. It was very coquettish and more and more shocking, making people feel a sense of fear for no reason!
Jun Moye's body trembled slightly, and his hands unconsciously held the person in his arms a little tighter. Heartache and self-blame ran through his body, and a faint trace of fear flashed through his heart.
Slender white fingers covered her cheek and wiped away the blood on her face. His big hand held her little hand and wrapped the cold little hand in it to give her warmth. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly.
Pan: "Xiaoyue'er, you promised not to leave, but you never break your promise."
Mu Hanyue smiled softly, her breath was very weak, like gossamer, and her body was like a broken porcelain doll, shattered into pieces and could never be reshaped.
She also wants to...
I really want to be by his side forever and never leave him.
However, she understood her physical condition and there was no room for recovery now. Feeling her life passing by slowly, she felt a sense of reluctance in her heart. She felt a little depressed, and her chest was heaving slightly, as if she was in pain, but also as if she could not breathe.
Smooth leads to.
As his chest rose and fell, there was a sharp pain in his heart, his body trembled slightly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood again.
The bright red liquid slid down the corner of his mouth and into his dress, dyeing the white clothes red and hurting Jun Moye's heart.
Mu Hanyue's breathing was a little rapid, and her face, which was originally pale and bloodless, had now become very crystal clear, as if she would disappear in the next second. Her eyes were locked on Jun Moye's face, with a touch of smile and tenderness in her eyes.
: "Ye...I...do not regret...my heart...is still..."
Pupils as clear as water slowly closed at this moment. The little hand held by Jun Moye slowly slid down and fell feebly in the air.
The hustle and bustle between heaven and earth all quieted down at this moment, and the unique aura of the woman in white still remained in the air, but those peerless eyes, brighter and brighter than the first quarter moon, would never open again.
.
quiet!
Deadly silence!
It was as if all living things in the entire world had disappeared, and it was so quiet that not even a breath could be heard.
This sentence was like a magic sound that kept reverberating in Jun Moye's ears. Feeling the cold body in his arms, which was so cold that there was no trace of warmth, a pair of twinkling purple eyes slowly dimmed at this moment.
It lost its former luster, and its purple eyes were slightly moist.
No regrets..
He knew what she wanted to say, and he didn't regret exchanging blood for his life, nor did he regret using his own life to save Jishang.
my heart Will Go On..
my heart Will Go On..
The heart is dead, and the night is gone forever.
He held the woman in his arms tightly with both hands, his body was trembling slightly, his purple pupils were moist, and his heart was filled with heartbreaking pain. He suddenly raised his head and screamed to the sky: "Ah..."