Fleeting remember I love you

Chapter 69

The night is deep, the world is silent...

A tall and straight figure, shrouded in a cold aura, stood quietly in front of the door of a ward. The man's handsome and elegant face was gloomy and indifferent, showing no emotion at all.

'Squeak'——

Pushing open the door very lightly, the man approached the ward, his complex and indistinguishable cold eyes locked tightly on the frail little figure on the bed, one step at a time, slowly approaching...

Finally, the man stood still by the hospital bed, staring at the sleeping little woman with complicated eyes, his eyes were still covered with gauze, and in just a few days, the originally rosy little face had become pale, haggard, and even Sagged down, she lost weight, very thin...

The warm big palm couldn't help but reach out to her thin face, and gently stroked it with utmost care. The slender fingers slowly walked along her dry lips, outlining the shape of her lips with endless nostalgia. , heart, clenching hard...

Who will tell him what he should do with her now?
Yan Zhuyou died, just like that inexplicably, these days, the words of Yan Zhuyou grabbing him and screaming in pain kept floating in his mind——

'Avenge me... avenge me...don't let her go...'

don't let her go...

"kindness……"

A whimper of pain that was as thin as a thread flowed out from the dry lips of the young woman, and brought the man who was caught in complicated emotions back to his senses, only to be surprised suddenly that the fingers rubbing her lips were unknowingly too much. Excessive force, hurt her...

Subconsciously withdrew her hand, but found that she was not really awake, just murmured in her sleep, and she seemed to be sleeping unsteadily, her lips seemed to be wriggling, as if she was muttering something in pain.

His heart is very contradictory and complicated. For the first time, he felt troublesome. He is not an omnipotent iron man. He is also an ordinary person with emotions and weaknesses. He finally realized what it means to be helpless...

To Yan Zhuyou, he owed everything in this life, but to the dying little woman in front of him, he was not sure whether he should love or hate...

The deep eyes stared at her murmuring lips for a moment. Her lips were pale and dry, with a layer of dead skin on them. They were no longer as moist and tender as before, but they still had a fatal attraction to him. force……

Slowly leaning over, approaching her lips bit by bit, couldn't help but kiss her gently...

With the warm and moist tip of his tongue, he licked her severely dehydrated lips sympathetically, licking and sucking slowly until her lips were no longer dry...

Yan Yixiao... Yan Yixiao... Yan Yixiao...

He sighed heavily exhausted, and kept calling her name in pain and pain from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't say it...

(End of this chapter)