Chapter 379

Song Qinghuan was awakened by the cold, thick blood and tears together, wet eyelashes and cheeks together, and then frozen completely by the cold air.

If she wants to open her eyes, she has to rub her hand on her face.

After moving for a while, I found that my whole body was so cold that my bones were going to be stiff.

Some of them can't breathe. There are bursts of pain in their chest, as if they were on the top of the abyss of death.

She breathed, but there was a strong chill.

Where is this? How could it be so cold!

After getting used to it, she finally slowly opened her eyes and found herself sleeping in the ice cellar.

No wonder, no wonder it's so cold. No wonder it's so cold.

Song Qinghuan climbed up from the ground, shivering all over.

The dense cold gathered around her, which made her shiver. She staggered to her feet and went to the door of the ice cellar.

But the door was locked. No matter how she moved it, she couldn't open it.

"Open the door, open the door!" Song Qinghuan knocked on the door, desperately knocked on the door, exhausted all his strength, shouting.

She wants to be heard outside and then save her life.

But no matter how she yells, no matter how she knocks, the response to her is cold.

The temperature began to get colder and colder.

But her voice is getting smaller and smaller, and her breath is getting weaker and weaker. She runs in the ice cellar and relies on sports to fight against the cold.

But people's physical strength is limited, she reached the limit, finally can no longer hold, closed his eyes fell to the ground, issued a "bang" light sound.

The whole world suddenly fell into tranquility. She felt that she was sober. She could see the ice cellar door with her eyes. She was breathing, but she couldn't move.

As time went by, she felt her breath longer and longer, and every breath seemed to her like a skate in her heart.

She was so sleepy and tired that she couldn't make it.

A white light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. It seemed that the angel was calling her.

Slowly, slowly, she tired to close her eyes, just about to doze off, suddenly "bang" a deafening sound, broke the cold peace.

Song Qinghuan is confused and annoyed to see a black figure coming towards her quickly and getting closer

She saw the visitor clearly, murmured, and fell into the darkness.

When the cold came, I only saw song Qinghuan lying on the ground. The door of the ice cellar was wide open, and there was no one but her.

Looking at Song Qinghuan, who is as pale as snow and has no temperature in his whole body, he suddenly tightens his heart to resist the cold. He immediately unties his coat, bends over and wraps it around Song Qinghuan, and then holds him up and leaves.

In the car with enough heating, I rubbed song Qinghuan's face with my face.

She has been frozen beyond words. She will die if she stays in the cold ice cellar for a little longer.

His eyes were as scarlet as blood. He clenched his fists and forced himself to calm down. He held song Qinghuan tightly and held song Qinghuan's hand. He had been rubbing his clothes to keep him warm.

Song Qinghuan seems to feel the different warmth from the ice cellar.

Her eyes opened a gap vaguely, and she didn't know if she could see everything in front of her, so she immediately closed them again, but her mouth seemed to be murmuring something.

Looking at her murmuring lips, she lowered her head to listen carefully, and could not help but be stunned.

She said, "brother, it's you!"