His lips were warm, while her face was cold. [Full text reading. 】

This kind of coolness filled his heart with panic, and his ink-stained eyes became more and more bottomless.

"Seventy-Seven"

He kissed her, delicately and thoughtfully.

He was afraid.

I'm afraid that I will never have a chance again.

Meng Shen sighed weakly and sped up the car.

He drove extremely steadily, and in such a situation, he was still able to maintain his speed and balance.

But it's so far away from the hospital that there's no guarantee of what will happen in the next second.

This kiss seems to last forever.

After a long time, Josnian took out a delicate box from the close pocket of his shirt.

Inside, it was the sapphire-encrusted diamond ring.

The blue enchantress is beautiful and moving.

The interior of the car is very dim, but despite this, it can't hide the dazzling beauty of the diamond ring.

The carving is fine, and the flower shape is extremely beautiful.

Even this sapphire is unique.

Qiao Sinian put the ring on Ye Jiaqi's ring finger.

Her skin is already fair and radiant, and this ring, as if it was custom-made for her, is extraordinarily beautiful.

Ye Jiaqi in his arms still showed no signs of waking up.

Josnian didn't know, if she really never woke up this time, how would he live alone?

His bottomless eyes are also like a pool of spring water, making waves.

For a long time.

The morning sun rose from the sky, piercing through the clouds.

The flowers and trees on the roadside are gradually waking up, and the air is filled with early morning fog.

A ray of light shone on Jos's handsome face

The man's face was tired, haggard, and deep to others.

He hugged Ye Jiaqi tightly and pressed her face against his chest.

Still, he felt the chill of her body.

In the past half of his life, he has been close to death countless times, but this time, his heart is empty.

His warm palm was against her palm, his fingers interlocked, but he was relatively silent.

He remembered those twelve years

Her favorite thing to do is sit on the couch in the living room and watch TV while eating a snack.

She never asks for anything from him, let alone makes trouble.

His favorite thing to do is to talk to him or wait for him to come back.

She waited for him for twelve years, from eight to twenty.

"Master Qiao, the finale of the TV series I watched, the heroine is dead, dead" She cried.

"Trick you into tears."

"Why is this happening, why is this happening, the male protagonist is also dead." She was still crying.

knows it's fake, it's just crying.

Helpless, he wiped her tears with his fingers and warned, "Don't cry, huh? It's just a TV series, what about the interest? ”

"It's so sad"

She just didn't listen and continued to cry.

However, she took the opportunity to throw herself into her arms and rubbed all her tears on his clothes.

At that time, she was warm in his arms, and her hair exuded a faint fragrance.

Like a kitten, curled up in his broad chest.

At that time, she had an even heartbeat and breathing, fresh and cheerful.

Rubbing back and forth, sometimes hooking his neck.

Enthusiastic, active, childish.

Instead of the motionless Ye Jiaqi in his arms now.

"Seventy-seven" Qiao Sinian's voice was sad.

Lowering her head, a strong, lingering kiss landed on her lips.

Meng Shen couldn't bear to look at it again, don't look away, his eyes fell on the front, and his eyes were filled with tears.

If this time it's a parting, it's a parting of life and death.