The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

I raised my head in a panic, and was horrified to find that Sima Yang was leaning against the wall, his body slowly slid down, and as the curly eyelashes slowly closed, the water in his crystal-like beautiful eyes also slowly stopped. the...

Ah, Sima Yang is dead!Sima Yang is dead!

cold!so cold!

My hands and feet are cold, the feeling of being cold to the bone marrow, so uncomfortable that every bone is trembling, but my heart feels like a fire is burning, stinging and stinging

Impatiently, I rushed forward, grabbed Sima Yang's shoulders, shook violently, and cried out, "Wuuu...Sima Yang, don't die, I haven't brought you back to modern times, and I haven't sold the old ones. The jewels that were smuggled back here bought a house for you to live in, and you haven't... woo... Sima Yang, wake up... wake up..."[

One drop, one drop... The water that was not dry due to the rain just dripped down from the stone wall, wet Sima Yang's orange hair, and seeped into his back.The wet clothes were stuck to his body, the water droplets slowly melted, and the bone-piercing chill penetrated into the skin, taking away the heat from his body bit by bit.

I grabbed Sima Yang's shoulder and shook it hard, shaking it, shaking it until my arm almost broke, and finally a weak cough sounded in the quiet cave

"Cough...cough...Miss Huiyue, if you continue to sway like this, it will be very difficult for me not to die..."