[System: Host, he looks so disheartened, he looks so desolate...... Doesn't that mean he won't like you? 】

[Anyang: Who knows what urban romance drama he made up in his own brain. 】

[System: Woo woo woo, why are you so indifferent. 】

[Anyang: Heh, he just saw that Miss Ben was dying, and the little humanity that still existed in his heart exuded the brilliance of the Virgin. 】

[System:?] How I feel like this should be my line. 】

An Yang looked at Chen Zhaoheng's sluggish appearance on the screen, and slowly shook his head, [Only after people get it, but they will lose it, will they suffer from gains and losses. From quantitative change to qualitative change, sometimes it even takes a look. 】

In the middle of the night, Chen Zhaoheng held on to his spirits, and his half-squinted eyes did not dare to move away from An Yang's body.

The doctor said that there was no accident, and Anyang would wake up tonight. When he wanted this person to wake up, the first person he saw was him.

Clenched An Yang's palm with pity, and his shallow breath brought exhaustion, "I will save you, I have never failed......"

The man in the hospital bed opened his eyes just as he finished speaking.

Chen Zhaoheng's heart trembled, and the smile that had just risen at the corner of his mouth froze on his face before it could bloom.

An Yang's calm face was covered with cold sweat almost instantly, and his blurred vision moistened with tears, "Why do you want to save me, you let me go......"

The eyes with dilated pupils are like the silent deep sea, and all that comes from them is suffocating despair.

"Let me die......"

Chen Zhaoheng staggered to his feet, his slightly trembling palm caressing her forehead, "I know it's because of the pain that you said such things." It's just a small injury, it's going to get better, it's going to be okay. ”

He muttered to himself, warm lips staining the tears from her eyes, "If I say it's okay, it's okay." Don't you want to make sure they're safe for yourself? ”

An Yang opened his mouth, and the words he wanted to refuse turned into a sobbing whisper when he met Shangchen Zhaoheng's eyes, "Thank you." ”

She knew that with Chen Zhaoheng's ability, she could easily catch Andrew and Charlide, and now she was willing to say such a thing, it was just a momentary confusion.

But now she can only cling to Chen Zhaoheng's side and seize this possible opportunity.

"Will it really be okay?"

"Of course," Chen Zhaoheng's fingertips gently rubbed her eyelids, and when An Yang inevitably closed her eyes, pain welled up in her eyes, "When have I ever lied to someone." ”

An Yang couldn't help but bend her eyes, Chen Zhaoheng's tone, I don't know why, reminded her of adults coaxing children.

"Hmm......" nodded slightly, An Yang just said something, the pain that was not strong before, set off a monstrous wave in the body without warning.

Her throat let out an unbearable hoarseness, and she instinctively grabbed Chen Zhaoheng's arm, and her fingers seemed to be digging hard into his flesh.

In her confusion, she heard countless footsteps rushing in, and the noise of people was so loud that she couldn't make out the information inside.

It wasn't until An Yang's fingers hung down weakly, and Chen Zhaoheng was reminded by others that he found that his arm had been scraped open by An Yang's nails.

He waved his hand casually, a faint gasp, and did his best as if he were dying.

The powerless self used to be the existence he hated and hated the most, but when he went back in time, he faced such a situation again.