Huo Ci rushed forward and called out anxiously: "Second brother." ”

"Leave me alone." Yan Yuan was far from making a difficult sound, his body was twisted and twisted because of the stiffness of his muscles and bones, and he was in a somewhat weird posture, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the woman on the ground: "Look what's wrong with her." ”

Ling Sheng had already run over, and just wanted to help Wen Ruoshui, who knew that Song Yiyan stepped forward directly, came to a princess hug, and hugged the person to the bed.

Yan is far from being up and down all over his body, only one pair of eyes can still move normally, looking at the woman who was being held by Song Yiyan, he was so distressed that he was suffocated.

Why is she so thin, how is she so light, even a weak girl can easily pick her up.

Song Yiyan probed Wen Ruoshui's pulse, looked at the nervous people who came over, and said in a deep voice: "It's nothing, it's just that I was depressed and passed out." ”

Yan Yuanfei only felt that even breathing hurt, as if every breath, the air would turn into a sharp knife, straight into his heart, and his eyes stared at the woman's pale, emaciated cheeks without blinking.

He never imagined that he would see each other again in this life, and he never dared to expect to see her, he just hoped that she could live well!

After Song Yiyan finished reading it to Wen Ruoshui, she helped Yan Yuanfei again, her face was unprecedentedly solemn, and she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

"If there's any problem, say it to my face." Yan Yuanfei's voice was very soft, very light, as if it had floated out of his body.

Song Yiyan looked at Huo Ci and asked, she didn't dare to speak without consent, these bigwigs in front of her saw that she was a little afraid.

Rong Yin nodded and let her speak.

Song Yiyan eased her mind, calmed down, looked at them seriously and said, "Second Uncle's physical condition is already very serious, I can try to change his life, but I have to do it within two days, his body may not be able to hold it." ”

Originally, he might have been able to wait for him to recuperate and get better before doing it, and the success rate would increase a lot, but after tossing his body, the situation was even worse.

With his current physical condition, he can't hold it anymore, and his life qi is disappearing little by little, and within a week, people will not be able to do it.

"Okay." Yan Yuanfei nodded, looked at Song Yiyan, his eyes were warm, with a reassuring soft color: "I'm sorry for you." ”

Song Yiyan has always felt that she is a hard-hearted person, and she has seen a lot of life and death partings, but at this moment, looking at the man in front of her, the tip of her nose is a little sour and uncomfortable, she shook her head, and her voice was a little hoarse: "It's not troublesome." ”

"Miss Song." Yan Yuan was far from the corner of his eye, glanced at the little thin woman lying beside him, and asked her, "Is there a way, but let me resume my actions temporarily?" ”

He really wanted to, he wanted to touch her, he wanted to hug her, but now this dilapidated body made him even the most basic action a luxury.

Let him temporarily recover his mobility, Song Yiyan can still do it, but it won't last long, he can't do too hard movements, he can't do big movements, and it's no problem to move his hands and feet in a small area.

Everyone silently exited the bedroom, Song Yiyan was the last to go out, and when she went out, she also glanced at a pair of men and women on the bed, sighed deeply in her heart, and closed the door.

Yan Yuanfei supported his body, quietly looking at the woman lying beside him, his eyes were as gentle as promise, affectionate and cherishing.

It's been a long time since he's been able to look at her like that.

It's been a long time, and he hasn't had a chance to feel the temperature, the breath of her around him.

Every time he woke up in pain, every time he dreamed back in the middle of the night, his surroundings were empty, so empty that he felt as if he were unreal.

In a coma, she slept very unsteadily, very unsteadily, her eyebrows were frowning, she didn't know what she dreamed of, and she sobbed low in her dreams.

His body gradually regained a little sense, raised his arm with difficulty, moved towards her little by little, looked at her face close to him, his hands trembled and tried several times, but he didn't dare to touch her.

In the end, he still couldn't beat the heart-to-heart thoughts, if it was possible, he really wanted to hold her in his arms, hold her tightly, and never let go.

The thin fingers, little by little, finally covered her cheeks, and the moment her body stiffened for a moment, but the blood boiled on the ground.

Wen Ruoshui woke up, just when he moved, she was already awake, she didn't dare to open her eyes, this man was the love of her life!

She knew that it was him who was wrong, and she obviously wanted to ask him many, many things, but when she saw him with her own eyes, she became her without any courage.

The man's breathing, pressing, was very shallow, as if he was afraid of waking her up, trying to restrain his pain and suffering at the moment.

The man's big hands tried to get close to her several times, wanted to touch her, but stopped, and when the big hands that were rough to the touch like dead tree bark touched her skin, her heart throbbed and trembled.

She didn't dare to think about how he had come back to life over the years, how he had become what he was now, how he had become reluctant to scold him, blame him, and question him when she saw him!

She used to think that it was God who was unfair to her, but now she knows that it was not Heaven that was unfair to her, but him!

Why did he self-righteous hide it from her, he could announce his death to the whole world, but he shouldn't hide it from her!

Yan Yuanfei's hand, the moment he touched her, he clearly saw the woman's trembling eyelashes, knowing that she had woken up, her throat was sour and uncomfortable, and there was a salty smell coming out, and her hand trembled.

He looked at her, his eyes were red, his heart was confused, and his voice was hoarse and broken as if it had been crushed by gravity: "I'm sorry." ”

He clearly knew that this sentence was too light, too light compared to the pain and torture she had endured over the years, but he could not say anything else except this sentence.

Wen Ruoshui didn't open her eyes, so she deceived herself once, as long as she didn't open her eyes, as long as she didn't see him, she still didn't wake up, only in her dreams, she could cry unscrupulously and vent the pain and despair that was suppressed in her heart.

Yan was far from getting closer, swallowing the pain that was about to overflow from her throat and whispering, her long withered arms clasped the back of her head, encircled her small body in her arms, her thin chin rested against the top of her hair, and a line of tears slid down her cheeks, but she could no longer say a word.