Ye Ming raised his handsome eyelids and looked at her. Many passers-by came over, and her beautiful figure gradually disappeared from his sight.
He knew that this time she was really gone.
Won't come back again.
Ye Ming felt that his heart had been hollowed out. This feeling of loss almost drove him crazy and made him crazy.
Putting one hand on the ground, he slowly stood up.
"Sir, you are injured, I will take you to the hospital!" At this time, the driver of the big truck hurried over and reached out to help Ye Ming.
Ye Ming pushed the driver away. Without prosthetic limbs or crutches, he moved and jumped forward.
His empty trouser legs were still seeping with blood, but he didn't feel any pain. The man jumped forward slowly, smoothly and forcefully, without feeling downcast or embarrassed at all.
This man has a vicissitudes of time and a benevolent power that seeps out little by little, making people look up to him.
Although he only has one left leg left, his left leg is strong and full of strength.
Even if this man lost one leg, he was still full of courage.
The contours of Ye Ming's face were stiff, his jaw was tight and cold, and his beautiful thin lips were pursed tightly until they turned white. He was really scary like this, and the crowd of onlookers automatically gave way.
He walked through the crowd and saw her. He Bing bent down and prepared to get in the car.
At this time, a strong strong arm wrapped around her waist, and the man hugged her from behind. She heard his gentle breathing, heard the "dong-dong" pulse coming from his atrium, and also heard
His hoarse voice whispered, "Bing Bing"
Bingbing
He is calling her name.
He is indeed Ye Ming.
This is the real Ye Ming.
He Bing froze, and after a few seconds, she struggled quickly to push him away.
"Bingbing, I'm sorry."
what did he say?
He said---Bingbing, I'm sorry.
"I'm sorry, you said too much and I don't want to hear it."
At this time, the man's heavy body pressed up from behind, and his head rested on her fragrant shoulder.
"Ye Ming, let go!"
"Bingbing, you should know that I don't want to let go. I have never thought of letting go of your hand. Even if I only have one leg, I will run to you desperately and come to you, but..."
He didn't say any more.
but what?
But he has his responsibilities and beliefs, and he has his country. All choices are made in one thought, but he may have to suffer for it for half his life.
The past three years have been difficult for her.
How could he have an easier time?
He Bing was silent for a moment, then turned her head. Only then did she realize that the man had closed his eyes and that he had lost consciousness.
However, he did not fall down.
He Bing has never met a man like him. Now he only has one leg standing on the ground. He was hit by a car. His iron body could not hold on and he fell into a coma. But he still stood upright, even if he hoisted
The strong arm around her waist is still so strong.
He seemed to be just tired, so he closed his eyes and squinted.
Maybe, this is why she loves him.
There was a kind of power in him that deeply attracted her, making her love and look up to him almost religiously.
After Ye Ming, there would be no more Ye Ming, and she would never be able to fall in love with anyone else in her life.
He Bing stretched out her fingers tremblingly and touched his cold, handsome face full of vicissitudes of life.