Chapter 1187

Huo CI rushed forward, an anxious call: "second brother."

"Leave me alone." Yan Yuanfei's voice was hard. His body was twisted because of the stiffness of his muscles and bones. In a strange posture, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the woman on the ground: "look what's wrong with her."

Ling Sheng has already run over, just want to help Wen Ruoshui, who knows song Yiyan goes directly to the front, comes to a princess to hold, and carries the person to the bed.

Yan Yuanfei's whole body, only a pair of eyes can move normally, looking at the woman held by song Yiyan, heartache to suffocate.

She is so thin and so light that even a weak girl can easily pick her up.

Song Yiyan probes into Wen Ruoshui's pulse, looks at the nervous people who surround her, and says in a deep voice: "nothing. It's just that I'm depressed in my heart and I'm in a coma."

Yan Yuanfei felt that even breathing was painful. It seemed that every breath, the air would become a sharp knife, straight into the heart and mouth, staring at the woman's pale, thin cheek without blinking.

He never imagined that he could meet again in this life. He never dared to expect to see her. He only hoped that she could live well!

After seeing Wen Ruoshui, song Yiyan helps Yan Yuanfei express his feelings. She looks more dignified than ever before. She wants to say something, but she doesn't say anything at last.

"If there's a problem, say it in front of me." Yan Yuanfei's voice is very light, very light, as if it is floating out of the body.

Song Yiyan looks at Huo Ci and asks them. She doesn't dare to speak without permission. These big men in front of her make her afraid.

Rong Yin nodded and asked her to say.

Song Yiyan calmed down, calmed down, looked at them seriously and said: "the second uncle's physical condition is very serious. I can try to change his life, but I have to do it within two days. His body may not be able to hold on."

He might have been able to wait for him to raise them. If he is better, the success rate will increase a lot. However, after the miscellaneous fish, Wang Ba, tossed about his body, his already weak and frail body became worse.

With his current physical condition, he can not hold on. His life spirit is disappearing little by little. Within a week, people can't do it.

"Good." Yan Yuanfei nodded and looked at Song Yiyan. Her eyes were warm and smooth, with a soothing soft color: "please."

Song Yiyan has always felt that she is a hard hearted girl. She has seen more parting between life and death. But now she looks at the man in front of her. Her nose is a little sour. She shakes her head and her voice is a little dumb: "no trouble."

"Miss Song." Yan Yuan not the corner of his eyes, glanced at the small thin woman lying beside him, asked her: "is there any way, but let me temporarily resume action?"

He really wanted to touch her and hug her, but now his tattered body made him even hope for the least action.

Song Yiyan can still restore his power of action temporarily. However, it can not last long. She can't do too much or big movements. She can't do a small range of activities.

Everyone quietly exits the bedroom. Song Yiyan is the last one to go out. When she goes out, she looks at a couple of men and women on the bed. She sighs deeply in her heart and closes the door.

Yan Yuan does not support the body, quietly looking at the woman lying beside her, the eyes look gentle, affectionate and loving.

It's been a long time since he could look at her like that.

How long has it been, he has no chance to feel her around the temperature, breath.

Every time he wakes up in pain and dreams back at midnight, his side is empty, so empty that he feels as if he is unreal.

In a coma, she sleeps uneasily and unsophisticated. She frowns and frowns. She doesn't know what she dreamed of. She sobs in her dream.

His body gradually regained a little consciousness. He raised his arm and moved towards her a little bit. He looked at her face in front of her. His hands trembled and tried several times, but he didn't dare to touch her.

In the end, or the enemy of the heart of the heart of the missing, if possible, he really want to hold her in his arms, tightly embrace, never let go.

Withered fingers, a little closer, and finally covered her cheek, the body was stiff for a moment, but the blood was boiling.

Wen Ruoshui wakes up. When he moves, she already wakes up. She dare not open her eyes. This man is the love of her life!

She clearly knew that it was he who was wrong. She clearly had a lot of words to ask him, but when she saw him with her own eyes, she did not have any courage but became her.

Man's breath, in pressure, very shallow, as if afraid to wake her like, trying to restrain his pain at the moment, suffering.

The man's big hands tried to get close to her and touch her, but stopped again. When the big hands with the rough feeling of withered tree skin touched her skin, her heart was throbbing and shaking.She did not dare to think, so many years, how he came to live, how he became like this, how he became so that she could not bear to scold him, to blame him, to heckle him!

She once thought that it was God who was unfair to her. Now she knows that it is not the sky that is unfair to her, but he!

Why should he keep it from her? He can declare his death to the whole world, but he should not hide it from her!

Yan Yuanfei's hand, touch her moment, clearly see the woman's trembling eyelashes, know that she has woken up, throat sour and uncomfortable, smell of fishy salty diffuse, the hand also followed a tremor.

He looked at her, red eyes, disordered heart, voice as if crushed by gravity in general, hoarse broken: "sorry."

He knew clearly that this sentence was too light, too light, compared with her sufferings over the years, but he could not say anything else.

Wenruoshui did not open her eyes, let her deceive herself once, as long as she did not open her eyes, as long as she did not see him, she still did not wake up, only in the dream, she can be unscrupulous crying, vent the inner depression of pain and despair.

When Yan Yuanfei got closer, he swallowed the pain that would overflow from his throat. His thin long arm clasped the back of her head and put her small body in his arms. His thin chin was against her hair. A line of clear tears ran down her cheek, but he could not say a word.

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