Chapter 3159

"Don't worry about me." the young man didn't know when to wake up. He barely opened his Obsidian eyes. The brightness in his eyes was amazing. He stared at Shi Qingci. The light in the operating room fell in Jiang YuYan's eyes, but it couldn't warm the color of his pupils. His voice was hoarse and low, light enough to break at any time, but he was determined to be incredible. Only Shi Qingci could hear: "save her."

Just two words,

How much courage it takes to say it.

"Don't worry." Shi Qingci looked down at him, his eyes were very cold, like flying snow on a winter night, his voice was good, and his tone was cold-blooded and indifferent to the extreme: "I know how to choose better than you."

But Jiang Yuyan smiled.

The boy's thin white lips due to excessive blood loss gently pulled open a radian and died.

This is the last dialogue between Shi Qingci and Jiang Yuyan.

thank you.

Shi Qingci finally said this sentence silently.

No one will hear.

Later,

Jiang Yuyan is really dead.

Died in the hands of Shi Qingci.

One life continues the rebirth of another life.

After the operation, Shi Qingci kept dyeing white for several days and nights without closing his eyes.

It's easy to be lonely when everything is silent by the independent window in the dead of night.

The crescent moon is like a hook. It is soft and weak, but it is always cold and indifferent. It is out of reach. It is cold and shining. It looks like his sweetheart.

The world is independent and shining.

In the world, there are thousands of charming and colorful flowers everywhere. He has only one her.

It is the only gray color in the black-and-white world. It is unique in the heart of a few mountains and rivers.

Until the girl opened her eyes, like an elf sleeping for a long time.

Look at him.

At that moment,

Shi Qingci knew very clearly in his heart,

Everything will be irreparable, perhaps the beginning of doom.

But he smiled, a gentle and elegant reassuring smile, as if nothing had happened.

At that moment,

He lost her completely.

He personally pushed the end of everything to an irreparable result, at all costs, by all means, just to let a person live.

From the moment this decision was first made,

Shi Qingci understood,

Dye white will know sooner or later.

So after a year of silence, the day comes as scheduled.

Shi Qingci is not surprising.

The death sentence,

The fate of three people.

It was a long cherished wish.

And anyway,

He never regretted it,

Not at all.

But his stubbornness destroyed her heart.

Later, later

Dyed white, normal death.

On the same day,

Shi Qingci died.

He said,

She gave birth and he gave birth with her.

She died, he died with her.

Shi Qingci did it.

That day,

The sky is dark, the wind is bleak, and the light gray sky seems to be flowing with tears of residual clouds, crying silently.

The sun rises in the East and sets in the west, and everything in the world rotates.

Time is engraved with profound and long thoughts, like that season of apricot flowers and spring rain, wrong payment of fleeting years, life and death, prosperity and decline are fate, leaving no trace, no one knows.

The tiny light suddenly appeared in the sky, vaguely reflecting the youth's clear and meaningful eyebrows, just like the original appearance.

It's a style that's hard to break.

No one can see the abyss like emotion in his eyes. Loneliness and loneliness interweave the most morbid love.

Never give up.

Dyed white in the Qing Ci,

Is the existence that surpasses everything in the world, including his life.

It's hard to speak of the palpitation in my heart, engraved with the eternal God's residence. Following the traces of dusty years, I'm looking for a season of flowers in the depths of fleeting years. A figure like a jade in the rain seems to be a gentle sword shadow from my heart, occupying an invincible disease.