Song Xianzhe has waited for her for so many years, not to wait for such a pass, among the various fates he expected, none of them can make him retreat. He used to think that the idea of loving only one person in his life was ridiculous, and that was before he met her.

He stopped in front of Shen Ruzhi, his eyes were unstoppably resolute, as if he had no hesitation to dedicate himself to his love at this moment, "Stay." I can do better than Qin Shaoheng. ”

Song Xianzhe's tone was as firm as his eyes.

The surroundings were desolate, and the wind poured into Shen Ruzhi's body, her eyes fell on the person in front of her, she was sure that she didn't love him, so, she didn't care if he could do better, they didn't have results, she didn't want to give him any inappropriate hope, his life should not be wasted on a fruitless effort. But he was carried away by his so-called love and fell into the quagmire of affection.

She just wanted to live alone, she never forced it, she never had extravagant hopes, but they all trapped her with self-righteous thoughts, but she obviously didn't do anything wrong, and the weakness in her body made her stand for a short time, and her body shook.

She looked around and saw mountains full of evergreen trees, and there was no way to walk out. She knew that if Song Xianzhe really wanted to keep her, he wouldn't give her a chance to escape, and the persuasion she had tried was ignored by his insistence, and at the moment, all she could do was to wait and see what happened, and recover her body's strength first. The communication equipment on her body naturally would not be left behind, and there was no opportunity to ask for help from outside, so she glanced at the still steaming rice bowl and reached out to take it.

A satisfied smile spread at the corner of Song Xianzhe's mouth, "It's cold outside, go back to the house first." ”

She was followed back to the wooden house by Song Xianzhe, and the warmth surrounded her, but a chill rose from her heart, and she mechanically held the chopsticks and sent the rice to her mouth.

Song Xianzhe is very satisfied, at least, she can't leave now, and she is willing to listen to him obediently.

The time in the wooden house passed for an extraordinarily long time, Shen was tired but did not dare to close her eyes, she was afraid that waking up would be another strange scene.

Although Song Xianzhe restrained her, he still kept a certain distance from her. When she was alone in the cabin, he did not appear in her sight again, except for the delivery of food and the lighting of the fire.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her weakness was still unrelieved, her eyes fell on the window, but there was nothing but the shadow of a tree and a distant mountain.

Barrenness, a hopeless desolation.

A chill rolled through her body, she wrapped her clothes, the flames used to make a fire next to the bed jumped lower, the heat was dissipating, and the temperature continued to drop, especially at night, it was very cold.

She counted the time, as if Song Xianzhe hadn't appeared in the wooden house for a long time, and a promising idea suddenly popped into her mind.

She stood up and looked through the window, where there was a fire still alive, and white heat wafted from it.

But without Song Xianzhe's figure, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, and she tiptoed open the door of the cabin.

Looking around, there was no Song Xianzhe within the sight.

Where he may have gone, she doesn't know, but maybe it's a good opportunity.

As long as there is such a slight opportunity. She will take risks, she must return to Qin Shaoheng's side, the matter of Qin Su and Xiao Huien has just begun, and she is unwilling to end it like this.

What supported her was the resentment in her belly that had not yet been born and had not had time to look at this world, which had already disappeared.

The cold wind poured into her clothes, and her body couldn't stop shivering, she was in the hotel, and she didn't wear much clothes, and in the mountains, the weather was already even cooler. Her body had become very weak since the miscarriage, and she couldn't stand the cold, and at this moment, she tightened her clothes, but she still couldn't stop her body from trembling.

In front of her, it was Song Xianzhe's car, as long as the key was still in the car, she could drive the car and leave here, she prayed silently, there was a key in the car, and she silently prayed that it should not go far Song Xianzhe would not come back at the moment.

She held her breath, tightened her clothes, and walked with trembling steps toward the car with all hope.

The door didn't close, and when she opened it, her eyes lit up, and the key was inserted into the car, and her prayers worked.

She hurriedly sat in the car and twisted the key. The sound of the engine sounded.

But the sound sounded several times, and the car still did not start. A layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Come out, the car is broken, I'm looking for someone to pick us up. Song Xianzhe's face was gloomy, and his cold voice was like a spell, a spell that trapped her freedom.

She froze for a moment, her hands on the steering wheel, "Why, why?" Tears streamed down her face.

She suddenly looked up and looked at him with a frown, a little scarlet in her eyes, mixed with sadness and anger.

Still unmoved, he opened the door and pulled her out of the car, she struggled, but lacked strength, and was forced to get out of the car.

The cold wind was raging, the shadows of the trees were waving, everything was quiet, and she stopped crying, like a tight string being plucked in her head.

It was so drowsy that her brain couldn't function properly, the sweat stains on her forehead oozed more and more, and her legs and feet became more and more weak. Her body was about to fall into his arms, and she tried to struggle, but she couldn't lift any strength, and the things in front of her became more and more blurry.

The darkness turned into a huge black hole and ate away at her whole being. Her voice was hoarse, she couldn't make a sound, her sour eyes closed, and she fell into Song Xianzhe's arms, all her reluctance, and the phantom that finally appeared in front of her eyes, were silent.

She vaguely heard her name being called, anxious, panicked, uneasy.

Song Xianzhe held Shen Ruzhi's body, softly collapsed in his arms, he called her name several times, but there was still no response, the person in his arms had closed his eyes, his hand on her forehead, hot as if he was going to burn his whole hand.

His heart felt like it was going to be torn apart.

Song Xianzhe carried Shen into the wooden house as scheduled, put her on the bed, covered the quilt, the fire in the house had been extinguished, he brought firewood in again, and made a warm fire. The firewood in the house was sparkling, and the heat quickly spread throughout the house.

He fetched a basin of water, soaked the towel, wiped the sweat stains on her forehead for her, her brows were furrowed, although she was drowsy, but the discomfort in her body did not subside, her lips were dry, and the muttering words overflowed from her lips, and he got closer, and he couldn't tell what she was saying.

He poured a glass of water, but she was too burned to drink it, and the rolling drops of sweat ran down her cheeks, and he wiped it again and again to no avail.

It can't go on like this, the temperature on her forehead is still high, and it's easy for people to burn up if they go on like this.

Before he came, he prepared a bunch of food supplies, but he didn't expect to prepare some commonly used medicines. He panicked all of a sudden, and walked around the wooden house, hoping that the owner of the wooden house would leave a life-saving medicine in the house, but he searched through the boxes and cabinets, but the result was not as he wished.

Disappointed stood up, his gaze fixed on Shen Ruzhi, whose face became more and more red. He knew that putting it off wasn't the way to go.

What he didn't say was that his car broke down and the power of his mobile phone was about the same, and he used the last power to call Fu Jing, the only person who could help him now. This wooden house is the place he found not long ago, because the funds on hand are limited, there are not too many options for renting, the owner of the wooden house is an honest local, this wooden house is not commonly used, so the price is not too high, for the sake of insurance, Song Xianzhe rented it for a month.

The price is low, naturally, the conditions will not be particularly good, the supply of electricity and firepower is not sufficient, he has done his best to let Shen live here comfortably as scheduled, but it is not a long-term solution to live here all the time, he does not have much money on hand, and the materials prepared may not last long, so he had to contact Fu Jing to take them out.

Fu Jing's relationship with him is very delicate, Fu Jing was entrusted to save him, and he could have let him go so far, regardless of him, but what he didn't expect was that Fu Jing was doing his best to help him, he didn't know the reason, but now was not the time to pursue the reason, he could see that Fu Jing didn't want him to be found by Qin Shaoheng, at least one of their purposes was the same.

However, even if Fu Jing rushed over from Shanghai, according to the fastest speed, it would take 5 or 6 hours, these 5 or 6 hours should be put in normal times, he can wait, survive these 5 or 6 hours, he can take her away and fly away, she has not fallen in love with him yet, it doesn't matter, he will influence her, he will let her see his good, and he has already framed a beautiful picture of their future.

From the first time he saw her, he was working hard for their future, and he didn't know how happy he was when fate reunited them, and he didn't know how happy he was when fate gave him the opportunity to take her away. In order to work hard with her, he suffered a lot of injuries and paid a great price, but he never complained, compared with her, the glory of this world, this healthy body, are all ups and downs.

Does he love ridiculously? He doesn't feel it at all, he thinks it's great, so great that he likes it.

Now may be the only chance he can take her, is he really going to give up?

He pulled her phone out of the hidden cabinet and paced around the room, the pained expression on her face repeating itself in his mind like a giant hammer to crack his heart to pieces.

There is no choice, compared to her, everything in this world is a passing cloud, but compared to her being able to live in this world well and healthily, he would rather give up the opportunity to be with her.

He turned on her phone, the screen lit up, fortunately there was no password, he flipped out the address book, his expression was heavy, he mustered up the courage, and dialed a phone number.