Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

Qi Aozhi choked and said: "Liu Yan, you won't die. You are still so young. You must insist. The doctor will come soon. Hold on, OK?"

Liu Yan's brows are tightly wrinkled together. The pain and the feeling of dying make her afraid. Her hands tremble and cover her chest. She knows she can't do it, but she still maintains the most beautiful smile: "proud, hold me tight... I will... Hold on."

Qi Aozhi hugs her more tightly, hoping that her vitality can be transmitted to Liu Yan. However, he clearly felt that her life was disappearing from her beautiful and young body bit by bit.

She took his hand and suddenly loosened it, and then her head hung weakly to one side. Qi Aozhi embraces her body, too much love and anger, pressure on his body and heart. Seeing such a young life disappear in front of his eyes, he can do nothing about it. What kind of pain and sorrow is it

Jiang Shiyu ran down the stone ladder with his skirt. This step by step is so long. The gunshot just now made her heart beat violently and seemed to be about to jump out of her chest. A few minutes ago, she went into the mourning hall and dreamily heard Xu Jia tell her a news that she could hardly believe. She was proud that he was not dead, and he was still alive. She thought it was a helpless grief and despair. In the blink of an eye, it turned into an unbelievable ecstasy.

But she hasn't recovered from the change of mood. A terrible gunshot made her wake up completely. Proud is still alive, but the gunshot, will be... She dare not think about it, her only reaction is to get rid of other people's obstruction, quickly run out, rushed down the stone ladder, her heart has been unable to bear such a load, such a heavy torture between sadness and joy. She only needs to prove one thing, her pride, will be OK.

Then, what she saw was such a scene. She saw Aozhi holding a woman lying in a pool of blood. There was so much blood that she could not tell whose blood it was or two people's blood. The blood had flowed into a river, and her brain was booming.

"No..." she covered her ears and screamed. The burden of these days had already brought her to the edge of bearing. She only felt that her whole body was shaking and shaking uncontrollably. She could no longer support herself. Her legs were soft and she fell to the ground. Next, she didn't know anything

A tall and straight man stood in front of her, deep eyes, high nose, lips with a wisp of warm smile, he was so close to her, so close, she reached out to him in ecstasy, murmured the familiar name: "proud of..."

However, he was so close to her, why could she always hold him? Her hand could not hold anything, just nothingness. Her forehead exuded a big drop of sweat, she anxiously continued to call his name, but his figure is more and more far away, she ran all the way barefoot, toward the man in front, but no matter how hard she tried, no matter how she ran, she could not get close.

She ran so fast, overdrawn all the strength of her life, finally, she seemed to touch his clothes, but she had no time to be happy, a shot, his white shirt, stained with countless shocking blood, she yelled: "proud, proud, no, you don't want to die, I don't want you to die..."