She was startled, and the man stopped.

She turned around and was about to run again, when she had just stepped out of one foot when she heard the voice of the man behind her—

"Prison Ning'an, you dare to run!"

His voice was almost roaring, full of anger and heartache.

Her whole body stiffened, and she wanted to look back at him, but she couldn't even move her neck, and her body seemed to have lost its function.

She clenched her fists, trembling all over, tears rolling silently down her eyes and splashing down her cheeks on her clothes......

Seeing that she didn't move, Mu Tingchen took a deep breath and walked over step by step, tightening his heart with every step.

He was afraid, never so frightened, for it was all a dream.

He didn't dare to blink, for fear that in the blink of an eye she would disappear, and then he would wake up from his dream and return to reality without her......

Every step of the man was arduous and heavy, and it seemed more painful than when he first learned of her death.

Obviously she was right in front of him, but he felt unreal......

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Prison Ning'an raised his hands with difficulty and covered his face.

At this moment, she really didn't have the courage to face him, let alone the face to see him!

He was angry, he must have been angry, maybe he hated her!

At a distance of dozens of meters, Mu Tingchen walked for a full few minutes, and the group of bodyguards guarding the door had already quietly retreated when they saw this situation.

Outside the huge villa, they are the only ones left......

Mu Tingchen stood three steps behind her, and at close range, the woman's emaciated back was so clear, and the air was faintly filled with the smell of medicine and faint aroma on the woman's body.

This familiar breath is like a dagger cutting open a man's heart.

He held his breath, stepped forward with an arrow, hugged her violently, and when he felt the woman's body temperature, he finally realized that he was not dreaming-

She has body temperature, not cold;

She breathes and her chest rises and falls;

She is real, not a dream;

She is alive and standing in front of him!

"Prison Ning'an, you are still alive...... Still alive......" His voice was hoarse, and he tightened his arms and hugged her tightly in his arms, the force of his hands almost crushing her into his body.

Prison Ning'an froze, thinking that he would be angry, and he would be very angry.

Hearing his words, gentle to affectionate words, her heart was broken.

She covered her face with her hands, and the next moment she choked up, and her voice came muffled from between her fingers:

"Doctor Jun, I'm sorry ......"

She couldn't face him, she really felt faceless to see him again.

A "Doctor Jun" made the man's heart cut like a knife, and he turned her body and leaned down.

Prison Ning'an seemed to know that he was looking at himself, his head was lowered and he didn't let him look.

"Look up!" The man's voice suddenly cooled a little, and he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand down.

But she lowered her head and wanted to bury herself in the ground.

"Prison Ning'an, look up at me!" Mu Tingchen pinched her chin, but didn't use force, waiting for her to raise her head.

Hearing the coldness in his tone, Prison Ning'an slowly raised his head, and the eyes of the two finally met, both of them were shocked.

Her face was full of tears, her eyes were red from crying, and the man's eyes were bloodshot, and her cold and handsome face was full of heartache and faint anger.

He's angry!

…… Definitely angry! If it were her, she would be very angry!

"You...... Scold me! She bit her lip and furrowed her eyebrows, "It's my own idea!" I just don't want to see you! ”