The night was deep.

The light was not turned on in the ward. By the moonlight reflected from the window, I could vaguely see the tall and majestic figure of the man hidden in the darkness, and the little fireworks scarlet on the bony fingertips.

"President, do you really want to do this?"

He rubbed his frown and looked at the delicate woman on the hospital bed. The scarlet blood at the bottom of his eyes had not dispersed yet.

Li Beichen took back his eyes from her face and said in a low and mellow voice, "there is no way back."

The solemn night passed slowly.

Cheng Yuan took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm. "Yes, I'll arrange it now."

Hang up the phone and Li Beichen closes his eyes.

Since the Huo family has this attitude, don't talk about any reason.

A cruel sneer blooms in the cool and thin corners of the lips.

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At midnight, Yuxuan suddenly woke up from his dream, and his eyes were full of sad tears.

The eyes of dense water vapor looked at the dark ward in a trance and vaguely. The pungent but familiar disinfection smell made her feel confused for a moment.

Such a large senior ward is empty and lonely.

The clock hanging on the wall ticked and ticked, like running over her fragile heart.

It hurts.

Where is she?

Why? What is as like as two peas ago? What is it like four years ago?

The pain buried in the bottom of my heart is so uncontrollable.

Everything seems to be yesterday.

She stumbled down from the bed. She just felt soft all over and couldn't hold on any longer.

The hot tears are dense, precipitated and trembling in the eyes.

After all, it fell in large areas.

Yuxuan trembled to cover his mouth and didn't let himself make a sound, but the hot tears couldn't stop and gushed out along his fingers.

She knew that four years had passed, and Li Xiang's death was irreparable.

Her fingers were deeply stuck in her scalp, tearing with pain. She choked and said: she killed Li Xiang, she killed her!

She cried, hissed, and felt the darkness of the whole world pressing down on her.

Trembling to touch the phone, tears hazy between do not know what they want to do.

When she suddenly became conscious, her thin and pale fingers had rubbed Li Beichen's number for a long time.

"Shi Yuxuan?"

Hearing the news, Li Beichen was stiff when he unscrewed the door.

He just went out to deal with his business. For a few minutes, she curled up on the ground and sobbed helplessly.

Press the orange warm wall lamp on the wall, and the blood climbed up the sharp eyes. Li Beichen stepped forward with his straight legs and leaned over to hold her in his arms.

He knew how scared she was when she woke up alone.

Yuxuan is still crying, burying his head in his arms and crying loudly.

The surging hot tears drowned her in an instant.

Not sleeping all night, severe headache exploded in Li Beichen's mind.

"What's the matter? Huh? " His magnetic voice slowly, deep like a piano.

She just had a lot of dreams, in which the picture of Huo shaoting and Ni Jing embracing each other kept flashing.

She also dreamed of Li Xiang. She was crying. She was so sad, but she was kind without half a silk of questioning and criticism.

Finally, he lay in the cold coffin, fell asleep and couldn't wake up again.

Tears choked his breath and covered his pale cheeks. Yuxuan cried: "Li Beichen, I'm so uncomfortable, I'm so uncomfortable in my heart..."

Trembling fingers grabbed his suit coat, so hard, nails embedded in his skin, like grasping the last straw.

"Li Beichen, help me, help me..."