Back to the Snow

Chapter 344 Snow Shadow Has No Pulse!
However, when he withdrew his mind and looked at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh again.

Long Jue was also shocked.

He didn't expect that Luo Xi would bring up this topic at this time, let alone that the current scene would be in such a mess.

Seeing the embarrassment of the emperor, Cang Zhe took a step forward, intending to take Xueying over and put him on the bed.

Unexpectedly, when she felt that someone was coming to pick up the person in her arms, she raised her eyes like a spring and quietly looked at the person.

There was still a faint smile on his lips, but he didn't say a word.

"Master Luo..." Cang Zhe looked at those eyes, but found that those eyes were not looking at him at all, they seemed to be looking at him even more vaguely and far away.

"Xi'er, come on, put Xue'er away, we'll heal her." Su Yunruo, who was at the side, stepped forward and stretched out his hand to coax him.

The clear spring-like pupils lowered slightly, looked at the sleeping person in his arms, and then raised his eyes to look at the stunning man in white clothes.

In the end, he hesitated and sent the person in his arms out.

Su Yunruo's expression changed as soon as he picked up the sleeping man.

Hastily hugged Xueying to the couch, flattened her body, and covered her with the feather quilt.

Only then did I start to feel my pulse and check.

Cang Zhe at the side quickly ordered the palace servants to heat up the stove and prepare hot water at the same time.

Caressing the fat-like cheeks, the coldness coming from the fingertips seems to flow directly to the heart along the blood.

Su Yunruo couldn't help but shudder!
Red-purple lips, snow-white face, tightly closed eyes, and long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow by the light in the hall.

Such a lively and delicate person is now lifeless.

The moment Su Yunruo touched his finger to test his pulse, Su Yunruo broke out in a cold sweat.

No pulse!

After trying it carefully, I realized that the pulse was as thin as a hair, beating slowly.

It was as if he had returned to 14 years ago, when the mountains were covered by heavy snow, when he met that baby in the heavy snow.

However, at that time, that baby was smiling at him.

Now, this baby is lying here quietly, almost no different from a dead person except for the weak pulse that is barely visible.

(End of this chapter)