Li Mingcheng's words were sincere, but Jiang Cong didn't know if it was because he had failed Anyang too many times, so he vaguely noticed a slight difference from the other party's demeanor.

With a slight frown on her brows, He Yingying had already laughed shyly.

"Don't say such things at this time," she coquettishly pulled her hand back, her eyes were full of happiness that could not be concealed, "Brother Jiang Cong, don't worry, the two of us will be fine." ”

"And Sister Anyang said, she will wait for you outside......"

He Yingying's words are like forcibly lighting a bright light in Jiang Cong's corrupt and dark life.

He looked at He Yingying in a daze for a long time, and when he reacted, he was already in tears.

He is like a child who has done something wrong, and after being reprimanded by his parents, he finally gets a candy of comfort from someone else's hands.

Before He Yingying came, she discussed with Li Mingcheng and wanted to find an opportunity to naturally talk about it, but she didn't expect that even so, Jiang Cong would still have such a big reaction.

Looking at his silent crying appearance, He Yingying's heart crossed with sourness. Jiang Cong's entanglement with Anyang, she didn't hear about it from others, but she never thought that the rumors outside were all rumors of jealousy.

"Brother, Sister Anyang takes good care of me in the crew, she must be looking at your face. I don't know if she told you, but I know she'll forgive you. ”

Jiang Cong's heartbeat almost stopped for a moment, he cried and laughed, bent his eyes, and nodded slowly.

His lifelong obsession is to want to grow old hand in hand with Anyang, but it backfired, as time went by, he humbly lowered his wishes a little bit, and when he really heard others, Anyang would forgive him, and he felt that everything was like a flashy bubble, which would shatter when touched.

"Wait for me, give me a chance to take care of you......"

The cold bed began to warm up because of the heat in the heart.

Jiang Cong returned to his cell and closed his eyes, a smile on the corner of his mouth. He had doubted whether An Yang was worth it, but now, he would definitely tell himself that it was worth it.

In this life, he wants to go down with Anyang and make up for all the mistakes he has made.

He wanted to hold her hand and go through a completely different life.

……………………

The setting sun on the horizon turned into a fireball about to fall into the heavy smoke and dust raised by the props group, revealing the heaviness of the apocalypse.

An Yang, who was wearing a porcelain white cheongsam, supported his body and stumbled into the camera according to the established route.

The building, which was originally intact, was devastated by the continuous artillery fire.

The bright red armor clawed at the mud wall, and in the crumbling dust, she looked up ahead, and the sky was suffocating and cramped like haze.

The dead silence of the environment, like a decaying vine, stubbornly wrapped around her body, stained those once bright eyes with desperate sadness.

Eventually, she stumbled wearily against the wall and closed her eyes.

In the puffs of dust, only her broken gasps remained, snorting and trying her best to stay alive.

It's so tired, she's really tired, but ...... Tears seemed to have dried up in her heart, so that she could no longer cry.

She's not afraid of death, it's just that she's not reconciled!

She is unwilling that the person who once dragged her out of the quagmire will really choose to give up on her at the last moment......

What's wrong with her?! She just accidentally fell in love with that person in that moment......