Now Roy is crazy and sick, so for him, it is useless.

The chief is always such a male, for his own purposes, he can hold a person high, or he can abandon her without hesitation after she has no use value.

From what he had said before, the witch doctor knew that the chief was not the same as the rest of the males who blindly respected the female.

That's why I fell in love with this chief in the first place.

……

By the river, Yan wrapped Roy in a fur quilt and hugged him tightly in his arms.

To Yan, Roy is very light, so light that he doesn't seem to feel Roy's weight, just like the distance between him and Roy, even if they are very close and sleep in the same bed, but he feels that he and Roy are far away from the ends of the world.

"Yi, don't blame me, you are sick now, and you are crazy, the witch doctors all said, you are not saved, now, I will bury you directly. I won't regret it, and I'll be the chief of this tribe from now on. That's what I've always dreamed of, and Kapok, I grew up with her, if it weren't for the fact that you would have so many things, I wouldn't be with you, you really don't have to blame me, I'm not a good male, but during the time when you were good, I was also good to you. Yan whispered to Roy in his arms.

At this time, the wind was blowing, and it was very cold, bitterly cold. Roy, who was in Yan's arms, was dizzy, but she could still hear Yan's words clearly.

The conversation between Yan and the chief before, she heard it in pain, word for word.

Because of his own headache, Roy didn't pay much attention to it. Now that his face was exposed to the cold wind, Roy felt much more sober.

Yan's words also seemed to be a knife stuck in her heart, making her so painful that she couldn't breathe.

Gradually, a tear flowed from the corner of Roy's eye.

Yan didn't look at Roy, he felt that he didn't have the courage to look at Roy's face again.

Flame wrapped Roy tightly and finally put Roy on the raft.

Yan knew that Roy was still dying now, but he was very sick and very sick, and if he sent her out, he might have been eaten by fish, or maybe the raft would fall down and Roy would drown. It may also be eaten by the birds of the sky.

No matter what the situation is, it's something that Yan doesn't want to imagine.

"Roy, I didn't kill you, you were sick." Yan said this to himself again, and then loosened the raft. Ren Roy left with the water downstream.

Yan looked at the direction Roy left, a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, and tears flowed out involuntarily.

"Roy, I'm sorry, if only you hadn't been sick."

And Roy, the moment the raft was released, opened his eyes.

Because of his illness, Roy's head was still dizzy and his mind was messed up. The memory between Yan and Yan, she finally organized it, and she heard the conversation between Yan and the chief.

Yan's last sentence: "Okay chief, I'll listen to you." "Disillusioned Roy with all his expectations.

The hot heart suddenly turned cold.

Roy looked at the moving sky, because of illness, she was weak, the weather was too cold, even if she was wrapped in animal skins, Roy did not have a feeling of freezing to death, but the wind hanging on her face was like a knife.

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