Wealthy child bride: divorced 101 times

Xu Zui opened her mouth. She may have blamed this man a lot in the past, but only now did she feel that things like feelings cannot be measured by reason.

Right or wrong, only between Yi Ningxiu and Su Qianqian, outsiders cannot judge.

"When she wakes up, she might want to see you." Xu Zui sighed, "You can see her..."

"With them here, she should be fine."

They are referring to Yi Ningxia and Tang Yunsheng.

"How can they be the same as you?"

Yi Ningxiu raised his pale eyes in pain, and looked at Xu Zui with a bitter smile: "When she wakes up, the person she wants to see is not me."

In the morning, they received the news and were told Su Qianqian's address, so they hurried over.

Who is that caller?

It was the man who gave Su Qianqian that body armor at the last moment.

The one who gave his life for her.

Lance may be dead, but he will always live in her heart. A living person is no match for a dead person.

Lance is dead, he and Su Qianqian will never be able to.

His death made the relationship between her and him impossible.

Xu Zui looked at Yi Ningxiu's pale face. He had just returned from the hands of the god of death, but she couldn't feel the slightest joy of life in him, but a deeper heaviness.

"You must take good care of yourself, Qianqian will not be happy to see you like this..." Xu Zui paused, "I don't know what happened between Lance and Qianqian, but if you If she dies too, she will be very sad."

Yi Ningxiu smiled, his smile was cold and weak, he just nodded, and looked at Su Qianqian through the window, the forced indifference in his eyes was replaced by deep pain.

It’s even more exhausting to never watch a loved one leave and feel powerless to do anything about it.

He only took one look and felt that he had lost all his strength.

He lost her after all.

"I'll go back first." He quietly said to Xu Zui, turned around and slowly left the ward.

Xu Zui looked at Yi Ningxiu's back. This noble young man with outstanding demeanor and cold temperament seemed to have transformed into another person in an instant. That indifferent man was finally tormented by love into his current appearance.

Her eyes flashed, and she sighed silently.

She didn't know why Yi Ningxiu said these words, but just looking at his back, she herself felt a bit of speechless desolation.

It's like seeing a precious flower broken, weak, and regrettable.

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Su Qianqian only woke up in the afternoon of the second day.

She stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling above her head. The air smelled of disinfectant. This smell was so familiar that she immediately knew where it was.

She struggled to sit up, feeling a little dizzy, she supported her head and looked around in a daze, Su Yue, Yi Ningxia, Tang Yunsheng...

They were lying on her bedside, looking tired, and had fallen asleep.

She looked at the familiar face, and finally there was a wave of fluctuation in her eyes, she closed her eyes gently, leaning against the head of the bed, her eyes were hot.

She is still alive.

And that person...

The smiling voice of that person seemed to come to my ears again: "Qianqian, are you willing to die with me?... You must be willing, right? But I don't want to...Qianqian, I want you to live, in this life, Never forget me."