is such a sentence, Wen Yihuan believes that he understands.

Li Beijue means that she really has confidence Compared with the woman who was unconscious on the bed, in Su Jiuge's heart, which is more important.

Some emotions are as deep as the perennial stones at the bottom of the mountain, which cannot be moved or broken, and some of the emotions are like the wind through the hall, which will be scattered as soon as it blows.

Wen Yihuan couldn't help but hug her illusory body tightly, and smiled dismally: "Okay, I'll use my life to support her."

It was originally a life stolen back, and it was normal to disappear when it was, and if she could do something, it wouldn't be in vain if Su Jiuge was good to her, wasn't it.

Compromise, but it is also the process that life should go, and she has long been used to it.

Wen Yihuan walked over slowly, sat on the edge of the bed, stared at the woman on the bed, and smiled suddenly: "Mr. Li, I should repay you for saving my life."

Li Beijue's eyebrows furrowed fiercely, and his voice was cold: "The person who saved you is not me."

The picture was still pressed against the bottom of his suitcase, and the man's grim face was the same as it is now.

Wen Yihuan stopped arguing, and said lightly: "You go out first, I will let her wake up, no matter how long it takes, it doesn't matter if you pay my life."

Her body is the most suitable carrier.

As long as she wants to, she can pass on her energy every day, and she will wake up.

It must be possible, otherwise, too many people will be disappointed.

Su Jiuge stayed outside the door for a while, not leaving, not leaving, she was worried about Wen Yihuan.

But there really wasn't any passage here, so Su Jiuge could only walk all the way along the corner of the door, and finally found a wall.

Su Jiuge chose to climb over the wall without hesitation, and finally climbed in.

Same room, but no one.

"Li Beijue, Huanhuan!" Su Jiuge shouted a few times, and just when she was impatient, the sound of footsteps finally came.

"Huanhuan!" Su Jiuge immediately rushed over, held her hand, and was shocked: "You...... Why are your hands so cold? ”

Wen Yihuan did not have temperature, but it had never been so cold.

This feeling seems to describe the temperature of a person who has just died and the chilling corpse lying in an air-conditioned morgue.

Huanhuan can obviously be said to be the former, but now, it is no different from the latter.

Wen Yihuan weakly withdrew his hand and smiled a little tiredly: "I'm fine, Jiuge, let's go back."

Su Jiuge looked at Wen Yihuan suspiciously, always feeling that something was wrong, she immediately said, "No, I'm going to ask Li Beijue."

"Jiuge," Wen Yihuan grabbed her: "I'm really tired, can we go back?"

Wen Yihuan is really tired, and mental laziness is better than physical.

The beginning of some people may be her end.

Su Jiuge looked at Wen Yihuan distressedly, and finally could only half-hug her: "Okay, let's go back."

Some people who depend on each other for their lives have been connected into a thread, and I can empathize with your sadness.

Su Jiuge, whose head was in a mess, went back to the bracelet market to find Rong Xun, and as soon as she stepped in, she was grabbed by the man and hugged her.

Rong Xun hugged him very tightly, his chest rose and fell, his breathing was short, and his voice suppressed his anger: "Su Jiuge!"

Su Jiu stood on tiptoe and hugged the man's back: "Rong Xun."

The woman stood in front of her intact, Rong Xun's hanging heart slowed down, let go of Su Jiuge, put her hands on her shoulders, and reprimanded with a cold face: "Where did you go?"

Su Jiuge knew about the relationship between Li Beijue and Rong Xun, but he didn't know how good their relationship was.