Xuanyuan Che sat in his strange wheelchair, his white and slender fingers rubbing the wrench on his thumb, but his eyes did not take a moment off his pale face.

His mind is strong enough, he thinks that even the humiliation of not being able to stand for the rest of his life doesn't matter, he can keep all his thoughts in his heart, but....

He had to admit that the first time he saw her, she fell from the sky in the inn, what she remembered was her cunning eyes, her actions made him want to laugh, it was obviously to kill him..... But why can't he hate her...

Goodbye her, she was already his bride, she was sleeping soundly in the messy garbage heap where she ate, her wedding robe fell to the ground messily, but he only saw her drunk red face....

He suspects her, investigates her, and ..... her As everyone knows, the deeper and deeper they fall....

He saw the way Xuanyuan looked at her, and he knew that it was the same as him...... His heart was terrified, he had never panicked before.... He had never wanted to protect someone so cherished.

In the usual dark and cold eyes, there is a warm and soft light....

As if in a dream, her brows furrowed for a while, and her hand on the futon clutched the sheets tightly..... She's miserable....

Inadvertently, he gently raised his right hand, and his slender fingers slid over the tip of her nose, sweeping off the beads of sweat that were about to fall from the tip of her nose, and his eyes were full of distress and tenderness.....

"No..... Don't leave me .... Don't...", she grabbed his hand, gripping it tightly, like grasping a life-saving straw, her nails were almost embedded in his palm.

He got up from the wheelchair and sat down on the bed, making her hold his hand more comfortably, looking at her on the bed with complicated eyes as if she was having a nightmare... What kind of heart should he take to her....

Bai Ruotong was in a dream, her body kept falling down in the dark cliff, she struggled everywhere, groped everywhere, couldn't find an exit, couldn't find a place to stop.... There was no warmth, and it was cold all around..... She was scared, afraid that she would die like this.... Afraid of all ......

Then she touched a warm, familiar touch, a familiar breath.....

After a while, she was walking in the dark desert again, hot and thirsty, and she searched everywhere, but she couldn't find water... She doesn't want to die, she doesn't want to die just yet.... Who's going to save her...

"Come on, water. Bai Ruotong began to kick the quilt on the couch, his hands began to tear his mattress, his lips were also chapped, Xuanyuan Che frowned and shouted outside the door.

Outside the window, the sun and the moon have alternated, and the osmanthus flowers outside the courtyard are blooming....

The dry throat of "Water ....." is like the dead grass in the desert, the throat and eyes are sore and itchy, the moisture in the body is like being drained, and no saliva can be secreted at all, and the whole body is like just running half of a long-distance run of tens of thousands of miles, sour and unable to move, Bai Ruotong opened his sour and itchy eyes.

"Come on. A slightly familiar and somewhat unfamiliar magnetic male voice sounded in her ears, and then the mouth of the white porcelain cup was facing her lips, and the sweet liquid slowly flowed into her mouth, moisturizing her almost exhausted body.

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(Tianjin)