"I'm going to die." Millie whispered, her eyes a little glazed, and everything she saw reflected a white light.

Tang Shaoyi dragged her, picked up the knife that fell on the ground, and slashed it on his wrist, blood flowed down, and Tang Shaoyi held it up and sent it to Millie's mouth.

Millie shook her head in refusal, tilting her head to the side to avoid He.

Tang Shaoyi raised it to her lips several times, but she gritted her teeth and didn't move.

Tang Shaoyi was anxious, lowered his head and sucked a mouthful of blood on his wrist, pulled Millie over, pressed his dry lips against Millie's lip flap, pried open her teeth, and sent blood in.

Millie tried hard to break free, but she didn't have the strength to break free at all.

Tang Shaoyi finished taking a bite and went to suck his wrist again, Millie turned her head to leave, but Tang Shaoyi grabbed her ankle and pressed her lips.

"You're going to die." Millie wanted to cry, but her eyes were dry, and she didn't even have tears.

Tang Shaoyi's eyes were weak, and he silently said the last bit of wet blood to her, the sun was scorching, the two of them fell next to the car, Tang Shaoyi pressed on Millie, covering the last bit of sun for Millie.

Death is already so near.

Millie wants to end her life by herself, better than such pain, but she doesn't want to give up hope, but the hope is so slim, and the pain doesn't know why.

Millie closed her eyes, and there were all kinds of hallucinations in front of her, like a marquee, burning and uncomfortable, but the scenes in front of her, some bitter, some sweet, and the hut in France at that time, in front of which were the blue waves and the quiet water, shining in the sun with layers of light, like a fine piece of silver.

Lots and lots of water.

and Wang Zhao's face, Wang Zhao's eyes when he looked at her deeply.

She is going to die, and the person who is most sorry is Wang Zhao.

It's hard to imagine what would happen if Wang Zhao knew, probably just like she knew if Wang Zhao left, right? The pain was unbearable and unbearable.

There was wind in her ears, and the people were a little cold, and there was the sound of helicopters, and Millie opened her eyes, and there was nothing in front of her, everything was her hallucination, only the golden desert was peaceful and terrifying.

The hallucinations in front of her were even heavier, she saw someone coming, that person was Wang Zhao, Wang Zhao came over and hugged her, the temperature on Wang Zhao's body, and the faint smell of cologne.

There was a noise around her, and she didn't know what it was.

"Millie!" It seemed like someone was calling her name loudly.

When she opened her eyes, everything was more like an illusion, Wang Zhao's face was in front of his eyes, her eyes couldn't see clearly, her eyes were confused, she only felt that it was him, but it couldn't be.

A warm embrace, as if all the ordeal was over.

Millie's dry eyes were tired and weak, fixed on the person in front of her, even if it was an illusion, she wanted to take another look, she didn't have any strength in her hand at all, but she couldn't hold on, stretched out her hand, and wanted to touch Wang Zhao's face, her palm was warm, and her hand was held and stuck to Wang Zhao's face.

There was a smile on the corner of Millie's lips, and it was good to have such treatment before she died.

I've long heard that people are very comfortable when they are going to die, and it turns out that this is true.

Millie's lips opened, trying to say something, but the corners of her lips were too dry to say a word.

I couldn't hold my eyes anymore, I closed it slowly, and it seemed that someone was yelling in my ears, but I couldn't hear it clearly, and there was a feeling of a wet drop of water on my cheeks, what was it? Millie didn't have time to think about it, everything went completely dark, and the whole person completely collapsed.

***

The quiet town has not been so lively for a long time, helicopters roar through the sky, a row of off-road vehicles parked in the parking lot of a roadside hotel, and passers-by more or less look at it and don't understand what is happening.

In the quiet night of the small town, pedestrians are in a hurry, orange street lamps reflect the not wide road, and another car is speeding from the road outside the city and stopping at the entrance of the hospital.

The hospital is not big, fortunately it is a very new building, in the corridor, Ning Dongmei's steps were so rapid that she almost tripped over, but she was supported by Yilin next to her, and staggered inside.

There were people guarding in front and stopped Ning Dongmei and them.

"Where's Millie? What about my daughter? Millie is my daughter and I'm going to see her! Ning Dongmei looked inside and insisted on rushing in.

The guards in suits and leather shoes at the door only dutifully stopped them: "Wang Shao commanded, no one is allowed to enter." ”

"Why does he care about my daughter! That's my daughter, I'm going in! Ning Dongmei's nerves were highly tense at the moment, and she couldn't hear a word at all.