Arresting the little runaway wife: please be gentle with the wolf-like president

The unbearable chemical composition made her want to retch every time, and she really hated the smell.

Suddenly, she frowned and took off the chain——

In the past year, what belief did she rely on to survive?Knowing that she will never see Sikong Zeye again, but thinking of his existence in this world, and thinking of breathing the same air as him, she will yearn for the taste of being alive.

Now that she has seen him so happy, can she be relieved?

What is held in her hand is not a chain, but her life——Sikong Zeye, I am really tired and don't want to hold on any longer. [

Every day of life is suffering.

He was about to throw his life away with a wave of his hand, but his wrist was strangled by a big palm in mid-air.

Sikong Haoran said in a dark voice: "What are you doing, want to throw the medicine into the lake?!"

"..."

"Are you crazy! Give it to me!"

"let me go!"

Bai Yunshang struggled, caught it in the other hand, and threw it into the lake quickly before Sikong Haoran had time to stop it.

Sikong was stunned.

"I can't die with you."

"..."

"I sympathize with you, you will live longer than me..."

Bai Yunshang's face looked terribly hopeless, she smiled, and struggled to free her hand, as if she was really tired, so tired that she didn't even have the energy to scold him.This day should have come long ago, because she was stupid and couldn't let go.

She took a deep breath, turned and left.

At this moment, she just wants to fall down and sleep without thinking about anything, just sleep like this...

Suddenly there was a "plop" sound of falling into the water behind him.

In the cold winter, it only snowed yesterday, and the lake is so icy that you can freeze to death...

Bai Yunshang's footsteps stopped, and she frowned tightly, as if she couldn't believe it. When she turned her head, there was no one in front of the guardrail, and the lake was full of ripples...

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In the evening, it really started to snow, and the dancing snowflakes were like beautiful light spots. [

Sikong Zeye stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, silently looking at the lake in the night, drinking brandy one after another.

On the big bed~, Sikong Haoran, who was caught in a high fever, closed his eyes tightly and fell asleep.

The infusion tube dripped quietly.

Si Fei gave him another detailed examination, and said with a sigh of relief: "The fever has finally come down, but the young master's consciousness is still not clear, and he should be much better tomorrow. Young master, you can go back and rest."