Yan Ziyuan is so drowsy that she seems to have a very long dream. In the dream, she also seems to be a mermaid, wandering freely in the blue waves.
……
"Ziyuan, wake up, Ziyuan, wake up..."
I don't know how long it took Yan Ziyuan to feel someone calling her name anxiously. Her eyelashes trembled, her fingers moved, and finally she woke up.
Her vision was still hazy, because she lost too much blood, and some people in front of her could not see clearly. It seemed that she saw Ye Feng's anxious face in a red light. She stretched out her hand: "Ye Feng Is that you? You came to save me? Do I have hallucinations... "
Ye Feng grabs her hand. It was as tender as spring onion, white and soft, but now it's bloody. The pink wound rolls out slightly
"It's me, Ziyuan, Ziyuan, hold on!" The voice of Ye Feng was shaking.
When he arrived, Yan Ziyuan was lying in a pool of blood. He was in a coma and suffered many bruises. Although the wound was not deep, he did not know why there was more blood flow.
In such an environment, any minor wound can be fatal.
Yan Ziyuan is extremely weak now. When she saw Ye Feng, her heart, which has always been frightened, finally settled down.
If only he came
She's safe when he comes!
Yan Ziyuan lost his mind and was unconscious again.
Ragged clothes, pale and haggard face, once bright red lips like petals are pale as rain hit flowers now, it seems that they may wither at any time.
Ye Feng holds her hand tightly, her face paler than Yan Ziyuan!
Yan Ziyuan in his arms seems to have become the leaf rain of the previous life. His whole body becomes cold inch by inch in his arms, but he is helpless!
No, he can never let her go the same way as before!
In any case, he will let her well! Never let her die in her arms again!
He helped her up, put her back to himself, and then put his hands on her back to heal her.
"Ziyuan, you must hold on, hold on!"
Ye Feng continuously conveys the original idea of the chimaera to Yan Ziyuan, explores her wound and broken meridians, and then gently repairs
Gradually, the wound on her body finally began to heal, scabby, a little red, cold hands and feet also slightly warm up --
after about half an hour, Yan Ziyuan finally woke up.
Her vision became clear, and suddenly she felt someone behind her. She turned her head and saw Ye Feng heal her.
As soon as she wanted to speak, Ye Feng shook her head and motioned for silence. Yan Ziyuan obediently maintained the posture of sitting around, letting Ye Feng's source of thought flow into her body. She felt warm all over her body, and the painful wound seemed to heal slowly
It's really him!
So he really came to save himself.
Yan Ziyuan suddenly had an impulse to cry. She didn't cry when no one asked for help. She didn't cry when she was alone in the dark and worried about her life. She didn't cry when she was constantly scratched in the fall. Now, when she really saw Ye Feng, she felt aggrieved and afraid of rushing to her heart. She couldn't help but have a sour nose. Tears kept rolling in her eyes
She was afraid of getting Ye Feng distracted, so she had to hold back her tears.
Like a small stone, it is first a small circle of ripples, and then gradually ripples the whole heart lake
There are waves of warm current washing away