Dancing Youth: Evil and Rebellious Girl

Chapter 817 His Wife He Yanran

"..." Nie Fan looked at Ye Ziye, his eyes widened in vain, and at this moment they suddenly closed, his body softened, and his hands dropped.

Fall into a coma again.

"dad?"

"Dear?"

"Sail? Sail??"

Exclamations came and went, filling the entire ward.

[—Ye Xiwei's original *** Tencent first release —].
When Nie Fan woke up again, it was already dawn the next day.

Originally, the doctor said that he had been given a tranquilizer, and he was expected to wake up at eight o'clock the next day.

Therefore, Ye Ziye, Season and Nie Zhenlong have gone home to rest.

And he arrived three hours earlier than expected.

Because he was unsteady in his heart, he had nightmares again and again. In the dream, he was knocked down by a car, and then Ye Guya was knocked down by a car.

Blood stained his nightmare, forcing him to wake up early.

The outside of the window was gradually turning white, and the whistling north wind was vaguely heard, beating gently on the window.

His heart was desolate and miserable, he thought he could save Ye Guya, but he didn't expect her to die.

Hey..., what the hell is going on?
How could she not hide?How did she die?

Countless incomprehensible questions filled his heart, but at this moment he clearly knew that what he lacked to Yeguanya could not be repaid to her after all.

Thinking of this, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly there was a broken sound in the room, and he turned his face to look at the source of the sound.

I saw a figure curled up on the sofa in the corner of the room, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be his wife He Yanran.

She seemed to be sleeping restlessly, and her breathing was rapid and restless.

The curled up body was wrapped in a thin blanket, and under the dim light, he could feel her furrowed eyebrows and tightly pursed lips.

She is a very tolerant woman, and she always tolerates the people around her and the environment around her to the utmost extent.

She will voice her grievances, but never in public.

It was a noble, elegant, flawless, and aristocratic woman who knew how to measure.

That time at Season's wedding banquet, they spoke out to prevent their daughter from attending, because they forced her to have nowhere to go, so they lost their composure.

He knew her, he had always understood how she felt.

Over the years, even though they lived in two places, even though they were polite and courteous when they met, they would not say a word outside of official business.

(End of this chapter)