Xue Ying is not a particularly bold woman, but when facing a person she loves deeply, even if he is a corpse, or even a ghost, she can't feel fear.

She stood beside the bed and quietly looked at Nalan Moran.

Although he didn't have the slightest breath, he looked peaceful, like a person who was sleeping.

She sat down next to him slowly, holding the large palm he placed on her abdomen.

It was this hand that grabbed the hem of her dress tightly, as if fearing that she would leave, and dragged her to sit beside him.

But now, he was quietly let her hold it.

She wished he could hold on to her like he had done before.

Xue Ying gently rubbed Nalan Moran's hand, looked at his eyebrows and thin lips, and said, "Moran, do you know what day it is?" ”

Xue Ying pulled the corners of her mouth far-fetchedly and continued: "Today is our big day, are you happy?" ”

In response to Xue Ying, there was still a deathly silence.

Thinking about the words of the spirit medium when he left, Xue Ying took a long breath, smiled helplessly, and said, "Tomorrow morning, they will come to check the room, if you don't wake up, how should I explain?" ”

Nalan Moran was still lying there quietly, without the slightest reaction.

Xue Ying sighed, put his hand in place, leaned forward, and unbuttoned the front of his shroud.

"Husband, it's late at night, concubine...... Serve you in a wide coat. ”

When the buckles were untied one by one, Xue Ying's heart couldn't help beating wildly, like a real newlywed woman, looking forward to being pampered by her husband.

She scolded herself, knowing that Nalan Moran was dead, knowing that he wouldn't do anything, why did she feel embarrassed?

Xue Ying calmed her deer-like heartbeat and continued to untie the buckles.

When all the buckles were unfastened and Xue Ying gently opened the placket of her shroud, she couldn't help but gasp.

It was only because she saw that Nalan Moran's chest was densely scattered with many circular wounds of the same size, and some of the wounds could still see untaken bullets.

Although there was no blood gushing out of the wound, the picture was still shocking.

The image of Nalan Mo being shot poured into Xue Ying's mind again, and she couldn't help but wet her eyes.

She shuddered her hand and gently stroked the wound on his chest, choking uncontrollably.

"Why are you so stupid? Those people are obviously coming for me, and if you hand me over, you won't ......."

As she spoke, Xue Ying couldn't cry.

She had never said these words to anyone.

Because she had promised Nalan Modye to keep her mouth shut and not let anyone know.

Even Xue Ying, who saved her, didn't say a word.

Xue Ying knew very well that Nalan Moran didn't want her to suffer any more harm, so she forced her to promise to keep it secret before she died.

If Nalan Baiyan and Ruan Mei knew that Nalan Moran died to save her, they were afraid that no matter how valuable she was, she would not be able to live until now.

Xue Ying lay on his chest and kept crying.

"Why are you so stupid, why are you ......"

"Ink dyeing...... Ink dye, are you awake, okay......"

"Today is our day of great joy......"

"Woo ......"

In the silent wedding room, there was Xue Ying's suppressed cry, and she was poignant and helpless.

At this time, in a position that Xue Ying couldn't see, Nalan Moran suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of blood-dripping eyes looked straight up.