The snow-like white clothes were already soaked, and the droplets of water on their foreheads kept rolling down. I don't know if it's the rain or sweat caused by the rain just now. The already fair skin was now frighteningly white, the long and curly eyelashes trembled, and the eyes were struggling to open, looking at the man with a demonic face in front of him.

The pale lips squirmed, the thin lips opened slightly, and the breath was like a gossamer: "Night.."

It's just a word, but it seems to have used all of its strength to say it.

A cloud of qi and blood suddenly surged in his body, and a sharp pain struck, and his body stiffened slightly: "Poof.."

The bright red liquid stained the whole cheeks red, and the small face seemed to bloom with delicate flowers, which was very bewitching, and it became more and more shocking, which made people feel a sense of fear in their hearts for no reason!

Jun Moye's body trembled slightly, his hands unconsciously hugged the person in his arms a little tighter, distress and self-blame hit his whole body, and a touch of fear faintly crossed his heart.

Slender white fingers covered her cheeks, wiped the blood from her face for her, and held her little hand with a big hand, wrapping the cold little hand in it and giving her warmth. Leaned down and kissed her on the lips softly: "Xiao Yue'er, say yes and don't leave, you never break your word." ”

Mu Hanyue smiled softly, her breath was very weak, her breath was like a gossamer, and her body was like a broken porcelain doll, shattered, and could no longer be reshaped.

She would love to do it too.

I really want to be by his side, live forever, and never leave him.

It's just that she understands her physical condition, and now there is no room for recovery. Sensing the slow passage of his own life, a touch of reluctance floated in his heart, his mood was a little depressed, and his chest rose and fell slightly, as if it was painful and caused by poor breathing.

As his chest rose and fell, there was a sharp pain in his heart, his body trembled slightly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood again.

The bright red liquid slid down the corners of his mouth into the dress, dyeing the white clothes red, and stinging Jun Moye's heart.

Mu Hanyue's breathing was a little short, her face was already pale and bloodless, but now it had become very crystal transparent, and it seemed that she was about to disappear and leave in the next second. His eyes locked on Jun Moye's face, and a smile and tenderness crossed his eyes: "Night.. I.. Not after.. Regret.. My heart.. Still.."

The pupils, which were as clear as water, slowly closed at this moment. The small hand held in the palm of Jun Moye's palm slowly slid down, falling weakly in mid-air.

The hustle and bustle between heaven and earth was all quiet at this moment, and there was still a unique aura of the woman in white in the air, but the eyes that were peerless and brighter than the first quarter moon would never open again...

Quiet!

Deathly silence!

It was as if all living things had disappeared in the whole world, and it was so quiet that I couldn't even hear a breath.

"Night. I.. No.. Regret.. My heart.. Still.."

This sentence is like a magic sound constantly echoing in Jun Moye's ears, sensing the cold body in his arms, cold without a trace of temperature, a pair of rippling purple eyes, at this moment, slowly dimmed, lost the former brilliance, purple eyes slightly moist.

No regrets..

He knew what she wanted to say, and he didn't regret exchanging blood for his life, and he didn't regret saving Lonely with his own life.

My heart is still there..

My heart is still there..

The heart is dead, and the night is gone.

Holding the woman in his arms tightly with both hands, his body trembled slightly, his purple pupils were moist, his heart was full of heart-rending pain, and he suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared: "Ah.."