Ginger wine trembled.

Her mind was blank, and she subconsciously coaxed him: "No, no, no, Wen Xili, I warn you, you can't die, what do you let me do if you die?" Didn't you make me wait for you? I'll wait for you, you're going to get better, you know? ”

The man's voice was intermittent and soft, and Jiang Jiu listened intently: "I...... It's not like him...... I won't let you wait, I ......"

"I didn't think you were him! I volunteered to wait for you! Wincili, you can't leave me alone, you know? What should I do with Xiao Ci and me, Wen Xili, what do you let us do! ”

"Little resignation......" he seemed to laugh and said in a slight tone, "What does it have to do with me?" You can't ...... Even he wants me to be responsible......"

Jiang Jiu knelt on the ground, tears smashing into the dust, and she could feel Wen Xili's body temperature gradually decreasing as the blood passed.

The ambulance couldn't have arrived right away, she couldn't get him out of the car, she was going to lose him......

The second time, the person she loved the most died in front of her eyes in order to save her.

Why did God treat her so cruelly over and over again?

Doesn't she deserve to be loved?

"No, Xili, no." Jiang Jiu's voice was crying, "He's your child, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" She originally planned to protect Jiang Ci and tell him the truth after the matter was resolved. But it's too late......

Wen Xili's voice never came out again.

"Xili? Western Rites! Wincy Rite! Jiang Jiu grabbed his hand tightly, the sticky blood did not leave his hand, and every time he clenched it, he let each other cut away, and Jiang Jiu saw the man's head slowly snorting on the airbag and did not raise it again.

She didn't know if Wen Xili had heard what she had just said......

"Wine and wine ......" Gan Tian walked over with his mobile phone, his voice was crying, "There is no signal here, the mobile phone can't get through, what should I ......do?"

Ginger wine doesn't know what to do.

She knelt on the ground, grabbed the man's increasingly cold fingers, and felt the temperature of her whole body gradually fade with his body temperature.

What will she do in the future? What the hell is she going to do?

She has always felt that she has a good way, even if she takes Jiang Ci and two people, she can live well.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that there were only two people, her and Jiang Ci, who were really lonely...... Loneliness is terrible.

If there is no Wen Xili to accompany her in this world, how can she live?

"Tian Tian...... she raised her head blankly, looking at Gan Tian who was next to her with red eyes, "Save him, save him......"

Gan Tian cried out of her voice: "Jiujiu," she knelt down and hugged her, crying loudly, "I can't help it, Jiujiu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

Just when Jiang Jiu had a nervous breakdown, the sound of ambulances and propellers flapping suddenly came from the quiet winding mountain road.

Jiang Jiu was shocked, pushed Gan Tian away, and stood up from the ground.

It wasn't that she was hallucinating, but a hundred meters away from the scene of the crash, several ambulances and helicopters appeared in front of her eyes at once.

Jiang Jiu shook for a moment, and watched as the helicopter and ambulance stopped not far from her, and the doctor and nurse rushed out of the car and rushed to the Bentley of Wincyley.

Ginger wine was pushed aside.

She looked down as Wen Xili was freed from his harness covered in blood, his legs twisted at odd angles, both broken.

His whole body seemed to have been fished out of the blood, the white shirt on his body was torn, and when he was put on the stretcher, almost instantly, blood seeped from the stretcher.

Can one person shed so much blood?

Can a person who sheds so much blood still live?

She subconsciously chased the direction of the stretcher, and then slowly stopped, looking at the man who was pushed down from the wheelchair not far away.

The sickly snow-white man looked at his flesh-and-blood brother, and it wasn't until he noticed her gaze that he slowly turned his head and looked at Jiang Jiu.

Looking at each other, ginger wine trembled.

A surprising anger enveloped her whole body, and she walked over step by step and stood in front of Wen Fengmian.

The other party sat in a wheelchair, with a pair of dark eyes, looking at her expressionlessly.

His skin was too pale, and his eyes were darker, and he was not a human being.

Monster.

Jiang Jiu thought, this man is a monster.

"Are you satisfied?" She spoke in a low voice, her voice as if it had been torn, and every word seemed to be dripping blood, "Wen Fengmian, let me ask you—are you satisfied now?!! ”

The "......" man was expressionless, like a snow-white statue, without a little mood swing.

"Smack!"

A slap slapped Wen Fengmian's face, and Jiang Jiu used all his strength to knock his face away.

"You're going to make him ...... Like you, how about sitting in a wheelchair all your life and breaking your brother's legs with your own hands? Her eyes were full of tears, as if she was going to spurt out the anger of her whole body, and the fear of this man was completely gone at this moment, even if she was going to be shot by him in the next second, she was not afraid.

Some words are not said to him in the right face, and she may regret it for the rest of her life.

"Isn't it nice to kill your own brother with your own hands?"

Wen Fengmian slowly turned his head and looked at the ginger wine.

His eyes were like inorganic things, reflecting any of his own emotions, as if these words of ginger wine had not been conveyed to his ears at all.

"Linde."

Linde, who was guarding the ambulance not far away, heard his voice and immediately ran over, "Sir? ”

"Get in the car."

He didn't even bother with her.

Lin De was focused on Wen Xili, and he didn't notice Jiang Jiu's actions just now, the old man's face turned pale, and even his gray hair looked whiter at the moment.

He wiped his red eyes, answered, and pushed Wen Fengmian back to the car.

"Wine ......"

Gan Tian walked over cautiously, she pulled Jiang Jiu's hand, looking at her lost soul, a little worried.

Jiang Jiu lowered his head and looked at the blood in his palm.

The blood had dried up, sticking to his fingers, and he seemed to be able to feel the viscous temperature just now.

The sky had darkened, the mountain wind was blowing, and the ginger wine shivered.

It seems that everything from more than ten years ago has been revisited again today, holding my beloved, feeling his body temperature and life gradually passing in my arms.

She hadn't seen the boy since.

Now, can she still see Wen Xili?

Will she ever see him again?

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