Ping Yan felt that her oak feathers kept falling, and under her was the purgatory of the molten flames, and the fierce ghosts with blue faces and fangs stretched out their tongues one by one. She almost didn't want to struggle anymore. Out of nowhere, the apricot blossoms floated in, a petal stained on the skirt of her sleeves, and a hazy pure white shadow, she couldn't see his appearance clearly, but she knew that his smile was unparalleled in the world, his eyes were starry, and he slowly stretched out his hand to himself, and said.

If I am born, you will be born, and if I die, you will be born.

It sounds familiar.

The last breath was on the verge of suffocation, the gossamer choked in the trachea, Ping Yan opened her eyes suddenly, like a dusty line of sight gradually cleared, looked over in turn, only to see a few figures, standing motionless, I don't know who was overjoyed and ran into the corridor and shouted a few times, a few doctors and nurses in white coats soon rushed in, and took all kinds of cold medical instruments to check and compare on their bodies.

"Fu Da has a great life, and he actually survived!"

"What a miracle!"

......

They are like a group of magpies standing on the branches outside the window, chirping and sighing for good news, all of which no longer show how miraculous her life is.

A shadow squatted slowly at the head of the bed, and his voice was choked.

Ping Yan recognized that it was Dongxia and wanted to comfort her, but her throat was like the earth under the scorching sun, dry and painful, and she couldn't say half a word. Dongxia couldn't help feeling distressed, hurriedly shook her head, held her hand, and motioned for her to stop talking.

"Miss, you lost too much blood when you took the bullet and fell unconscious on the operating table, I'm really afraid you won't be able to survive."

Shen Yuchen suffered heavy bleeding during the operation, and there was no matching of the same type of scarce blood bags in the hospital's blood bank, at that time, she herself also lost a lot of blood due to gunshot wounds, and it was difficult to protect herself.

One thousand eight hundred milliamps. She is also gambling, tying her chances of survival to Shen Yujian.

Regardless of whether Shen Yuchen will be revived or not, she may die.

If Heaven is beautiful, they will live together, and if it is not good, they will die together.

Such a ridiculous and reckless approach, she just obeyed her heart. It had to save Shen Yuchen, and she had no choice.

"What about Shen Yuchen, is he awake? I'm going to see him, or I'm really not reassured. She struggled to her feet, tugging at her wounds and gasping for a few breaths.

Dongxia pressed her body busily, and begged again and again: "Good young lady, the second young master's operation was very successful, and he has been out of danger, and the doctor said that he will wake up in the next two days." It's you, the old wounds have not healed, and new wounds have been added, so you should take care of them well. ”

Ping Yan has been in a coma for the past two days, Dong Changlin has been waiting by the hospital bed, she was trapped in nightmares, scared out of cold sweat one after another, and muttered whose name in her mouth in a daze, like an autumn worm, she couldn't hear clearly.

Only now did he know that her name was Shen Yujian.

It is exactly the same as her mouth, like a drizzle-soaked flower, which has become a remembrance of its own.

After eight years of fighting, she no longer seems to notice that she is quiet in the corner, whether it is a thing or a person.

Although she once said that she had a serious illness when she was a child, her brain was hot, and her memory was burned out, and she couldn't remember what happened before.

Although it is fortunate that God is beautiful, the original grievances can be written off, and they can start from scratch. But he had a ghost in his heart, and he didn't dare to look at her honestly and sincerely, revealing his heart.

"Yes, Dongxia is right, Yuji is in the ward not far from the next door, I'll help you see if he's awake?" Dong Changlin shrugged up as if he had been amnesty, and walked out with staggering steps.

It collided with a shadow that had stumbled through the doorway. Dong Changlin stretched out his hand to support Shen Yuchen, nodded slightly at Mu Zicheng on the other side, and a few nurses not far away chased after him, pressing his chest and gasping and reproaching: "Sir, why did you come out, what if the wound is opened?" ”

After walking outside the ghost gate, he had just opened his eyes to usher in the dawn of rebirth.

And this dawn was quenched by her desperate efforts.

In the dark, he seems to have an eye that knows everything, and he can see everything Ping Yan has done for him clearly.

He couldn't wait to meet her.

Shen Yuchen was supported from side to side, walking staggering and embarrassed, but the affection in his eyes was clearly high and difficult to blaspheme.

Ping Yan also looked at him, the two people who were once separated by mountains and seas, after experiencing the cycle of life and death, slowly approached in the distance of a different world.

The people in the ward slowly and interestingly left. In the morning light, Dong Changlin walked to the door, looked back at the shadows of the two of them intertwined and overlapped together, and his heart seemed to be pierced by a needle that was almost imperceptible.

"I had a dream." He sat down next to the edge of the bed and looked at Ping Yan with a smile, as if they had just slept peacefully, "I dreamed that I was going to fall into the eighteenth layer of hell, where there were fire demons staring at me menacingly. I almost gave up struggling, but you reached out to me and told me not to die, but to live well. He wrapped her curled hand in the palm of his hand, held it tightly, and looked at it intently, "So, I am reluctant to die, I think it will not be too late to see you again." But now that I see you, I don't want to go to Lord Yama to report anymore. ”

Ping Yan didn't struggle, he held it, and felt the hot friction in his palm, like the charcoal fire of the cold winter wax moon, burning all the way to her heart.

The wall she had built to defend herself was also burned to ashes in this menacing fire.

Eight years ago, Shen Yuchen was her fate.

Eight years later, Shen Yuchen was her love affair.

She can't escape, and neither can Shen Yujian.

The light outside the window was rising, his eyes were dark and deep, like an inkstone ink pool, the fireflies flashed slightly, and the hand holding Ping Yan was tight and tight, as if he was desperately grasping the leaky sand, "The environment in which I exist is turbulent, mixed with fish and dragons, and what I am doing now is also dangerous, maybe one day I will return to Huangquan." So now I can't give you any promises, and I don't dare to give you any promises, I'm afraid of delaying you, but I'm really reluctant to let you go. Just like the contract says, give me three years, okay, after three years, if I can't get out of the career, or I can't get rid of the relationship with the Lin family, I'll let you go. ”

His eyes flickered with excitement, like a trembling star, pursed his lips and held his breath, as if he were an anxious criminal waiting for a verdict.

Ping Yan was moved, but it was only a spreading emotion, and she couldn't overcome the contradictions in her heart, let alone the gap of the years. Her heart is very chaotic, so chaotic that she can't sort out the logic of her thoughts at all.

For a while, it was the life and blood debt of the Xu Mansion, for a while, it was the cold-blooded ruthlessness of the Shen family, and for a while, it was Shen Yuchen's affection for life and death...... It made her exhausted and her head cracked.

Does she love Shen Yuchen?

Can she love him without any guilt?

If you tear apart the dusty past eight years ago......

She didn't dare to think about it, and she didn't want to think about it.

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, her mind was numb, she quickly withdrew her hand from Shen Yuchen's palm, like a red-eyed hare defending herself, her tone was detached, "The second young master has lifted me, I'm just a maid, the promise is too heavy for me, it's better not to want it." ”