"Painting, I'm sorry, I just ......" Cang Wunian suddenly felt a little relaxed and a little depressed. It's easy because she's fine, and it's depressed because he's rushing over, but the other party is so cold.

"Brother Wunian doesn't have to apologize. If you have nothing to do, please go back, after all, the painting is a woman who has not been out of the cabinet, and we are alone and widowed in the same room, after all, it will be criticized. The sound of painting Allure once again came to his ears coolly.

"I'm sorry, but I overstepped it. Since you're okay, I'm relieved. Cang Wunian smiled silently and bitterly, turned around and wanted to leave.

He walked very slowly, but he didn't say a word.

But at the moment when he walked out of the room and was about to close the door, he clearly felt that he heard an extremely suppressed muffled snort. What the hell is going on? Is it the recent recurrence of the injuries to his soul in his body that caused him to have auditory hallucinations?

He clenched his fists fiercely, thought about it for a while, and finally decided to go in again to see what was going on. He didn't light the lamp just now, and he didn't see what state the painting was in at this time. This time he must see it with his own eyes, just take a look, as long as she is okay, even if she still speaks coldly, and even despises him because of this, he will admit it.

Push the door, raise your hand, and the candle in the house will be lit instantly. The woman on the bed didn't seem to expect him to go and return, and the sudden light stung her eyes, and she subconsciously buried her face in the quilt. And the next moment, the quilt on her body was pulled aside by Cang Wunian slightly roughly.

"Brother Wunian, what are you doing!" asked Hua Chengcheng with his arms folded around his knees, buried his head between his arms and knees, and asked in a voice a little angry and trembling.

"Draw, put your head up. Cang Wunian didn't touch her, because, the moment he lifted her quilt, he was already frozen, and he didn't dare to touch her at all.

"Brother Wunian, let's go, Hua'er doesn't want to see you. Hua Chengcheng didn't look up, but his voice trembled more and more.

"Tell me...... When did you start to become like this?" Cang Wunian stared at her, and his voice began to tremble like hers.

"I don't know what Brother Wunian is talking about, you go quickly, I really don't want to see you. The voice of the painting Allure was dyed with crying, and his breath became weak. Every time she faced him, she was always powerless to resist, and she didn't want him to always see her vulnerability.

Cang Wunian didn't speak again, but slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to pull her arm, but as soon as he touched it, his hand couldn't help but want to retract, and the biting cold made him feel like he had touched a piece of 10,000-year-old ice.

At this time, the painting looks like she is shrouded in a thin layer of transparent ice, as if her whole body will shatter if she is gently tapped.

Cang Wunian was now completely convinced that his dream was a true prophecy, and if he had come a little later, or if he had just obeyed her words and left here, I am afraid that the next time he would see it would be an ice sculpture that had long since lost its life.

"You must be cold, painting. Tell me, what am I going to do......" Cang Wunian endured the irresistible chill and gently tugged her arm out.

Her arms were cold and stiff, her fingers were now white and blue, and her nails were already black.

She didn't speak, her arm hurting, as if it was so fragile that it would break at any moment. Every time she felt cold before, as long as she touched Cang Wunian, a warm current would be transmitted, and the chill in her body was quickly dispelled. But this time was different, it was the third day, and from the moment she locked herself in the door, she felt like she was being frozen in ice little by little.

Cang Wunian carefully put her stiff arm aside, stretched out his hand, and gently cupped her face. What catches your eye is no longer the beautiful and delicate face, but the eyes of the painting at this time are dim, faintly empty, and the bottom of the eyes is bruised. The skin that could be broken by blowing was covered with a lot of tiny blood streaks because of the cold, her face was blue, her lips were black, and she looked like a terrifying female ghost.

"Why, why is this happening? Hua'er, why didn't you tell your aunt, why didn't you inform me?" Cang Wunian stared at her now terrifying-looking face in shock and dazedness, and her heart was uncontrollably surging with anger.

The eyes of the painting Allure rolled very hard, and it took a long time before he said, "You all hide it from me and don't tell me." But the body is the painting itself, and the painting can feel it. It's useless to paint, and it can't help Brother Wunian, so ...... Hua'er doesn't want to be a burden to Brother Wunian. The painter knew that this body was not going to get better, so he ......"

"So you want to endure all this alone, and then die silently?" Cang Wunian snorted in a deep voice, only he knew how angry he was now.

"Yes, that's the only way for everyone to get better. Hua Chengcheng did not succumb to his anger, but firmly affirmed her idea.

Cang Wunian was choked by her attitude and was speechless for a moment, and he suddenly found that he seemed to have nothing to do with her. But what to do? He couldn't watch her die, he should have expected that a woman as smart as her would not feel the strangeness of her body. And he should have expected that if she would be so resolute and would rather choose to give up herself than be a burden to him, then why didn't he tell her the contents of the silk.

He just hoped that she would live in this world safely and carefree, but he didn't expect that the best way he thought would be for her was to push her to death.

The qi and blood in his body were constantly surging, and he had to forcibly suppress it, but the more he suppressed it, the more angry he became, and the more angry he was, the more he couldn't suppress it.

"Brother Wunian, in fact, you are here, Hua'er is relieved, I can see you one last time, Hua'er has no regrets in this life......" Huacheng didn't know that Cang Wunian was struggling with the two souls and seven spirits in her body at the moment, her thinking had begun to disperse, the scene in front of her began to become blurred, and her voice became smaller and smaller.

"Painting, painting!" Cang Wunian was startled, and hurriedly took her into his arms, not caring if the cold would make him cold and leave any hidden dangers to his body that had not yet recovered. He just hoped that this time he would be able to hold her like he had done before, and she would be able to relieve herself.

As time passed, Cang Wunian became colder and colder, but the person in his arms seemed to be an iceberg that could not be dissolved, and there was no tendency to warm up at all.

"Brother Wunian......" The whisper of the woman in her arms was as thin as a gossamer.

"Painting, I'm here, I'm here! Whatever you want to say, I'll listen, Painting......" Cang Wunian was almost incoherent, this was the first time in his life that he felt fear, fear of death, fear of loss.

It was a familiar feeling, as if he had been so terrified in those forgotten pasts, terrified of being afraid of losing. This feeling of déjà vu made his brain ache even again.

The pain in his brain and the pain in his soul tortured him together, and the qi and blood in his body surged more happily, and the blood trickled down the corners of his lips and fell on the shoulders and back of Hua Chengcheng.

"Brother Wunian, are you crying?" Feeling that something liquid was dripping on his body, the confused painting Allure thought that Cang Wunian was because she was dying, so she was so sad that she shed tears.

"Painting, I've grown so big, but it's the first time I've shed tears for a woman, if there's anything wrong with you, I'm afraid I'm ...... I'm afraid I'll never let go. For the first time in his life, Cang Wunian told such a lie that he didn't even believe.

"Brother Wunian, don't be sad. Hua'er doesn't leave, and Hua'er wants to stay by Wunian's brother's side all the time. Hua Chengcheng raised his hand with difficulty, trying to touch his cheek, but halfway up, he finally hung down weakly. She was too cold and too painful.

Cang Wunian hurriedly grabbed her hand and gently put it on his cheek, the cold and piercing feeling really made his eyes ache from the cold, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted, if he couldn't give her warmth at this time, she might really turn into an ice sculpture.

"Brother Wunian, painting...... There was a reluctant request. The painting said quietly, as if a little embarrassed.

"You say, whatever you ask, I will grant you. Cang Wunian hurriedly answered, and raised her voice, for fear that she would not hear the sound and fell asleep.

"You don't have to be so loud, you can hear it. Hua Chengcheng seemed to smile, took a few breaths with difficulty, and then said softly: "Can Brother Wunian ...... Can you kiss the painting again like that night......"

I didn't expect Hua Allure to make such a request, and after a short period of astonishment, Cang Wunian hesitated. It's not that he doesn't want to, but because his mouth is full of blood at this time, he is afraid that she will worry. But he couldn't help but worry about this, because he felt the body of the woman in his arms getting stiffer and stiffer.

Lowering his head, his lips were imprinted on hers as they had been the first time, but the touch was completely different, as if he were kissing an ice cube, a hard and cold ice cube.

Hua Chengcheng opened her teeth with difficulty, wanting to feel his hot and soft lips, but she was too cold, and as soon as she opened her mouth, her upper and lower teeth couldn't help but start fighting.

Sensing the intention of painting Allure, Cang Wunian simply ruthlessly used his lips and tongue to forcibly open her teeth, but the result of overexertion was that his lips and tongue were all cut by the teeth that she could no longer control freely at this time. Blood poured into her mouth.

His blood was piping hot, so that Hua Chengcheng felt a trace of warmth in this inhuman cold, she had no sense of taste, and she couldn't taste blood at all, although there was a vague consciousness: Brother Wunian was vomiting blood again? But the greed and desire for warmth of the cold person soon made her leave this consciousness behind.

She was like a vampire, sucking constantly. The blood entered her body, and she could vaguely feel that she seemed to be alive again.

Still unconscious, she heard a voice from the bottom of his heart, he was saying, "Painting, promise me, keep going." As long as you get better, I will tell you the contents of the silk silk word for word. ”

Brother Wunian, what you said is serious? As long as I get better, as long as I get better......

All things are quiet, and all peace is darkness. Both of them fell into a coma, each with its own injuries and pains.