Mr. He’s Daily Affections

In the faint glow, Pei Yuanchen saw a bunch of wooden hibiscus flowers.

This was a patchwork of flowers from the wooden hibiscus that was washed away by the heavy rain one hour ago.

Pei Yuanchen’s throat knot rolled continuously for several times before he said hoarsely: "Have you found it here?"

A Yuan has been following him, and Wen Yan nodded: "I found it."

Pei Yuanchen remained silent for a while, and then suddenly moved towards the middle of the wooden hibiscus flower.

Tall flowers were planted one by one in the soil by him. Not long afterwards, a good flower fell down.

A Yuan did not dare to raise an objection, although she had just walked around here and found nothing.

Pei Yuanchen searched it again and found nothing.

But he didn't give up, turned around, and looked again.

He seemed to be up against this bush of Hibiscus.

On the third pass, this bush of hibiscus was almost destroyed by him.

At this time, Pei Yuanchen suddenly stopped.

Under the shadow of Mu Furong, the woman's pale face suddenly grabbed his sight.

Pei Yuanchen's pupil narrowed fiercely.

All the senses seemed to leave him at that moment, and the whole world was left with that pale and weak face.

Pei Yuanchen slowly lifted his steps, every step seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Ah Yuan took a breath and shouted, "Miss!"

Pei Yuanchen walked over, squatted down, and gently raised the woman's arm.

The icy cold has almost no temperature.

Pei Yuanchen felt that all his heart was turned into powder, uncomfortable and empty.

He raised her head tremblingly, resting it on the arm of his right hand, the other hand under the tip of her nose.

The fingertips felt a faint breath.

Pei Yuanchen let out a long breath, and his eyes were red.

He carefully lifted Ziyi and slowly checked her body to make sure that she didn't have a fracture. He was slightly relieved, but the red blood stains on the woman's skirt still stung his eyes.

He hugged the woman in his arms.

The woman's head leaned subconsciously in his arms, her right hand clenched tightly against her chest.

Pei Yuanchen glanced, his pupils contracted sharply.

It was that little cross in her palm.

The man moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

"How is the lady?" A Yuan choked with sobs.

Pei Yuanchen didn't speak, holding Ziyi to walk to the location of the mountain road.

A Yuan bit her lip and walked to the place where Zi Yi fell.

Only then did she understand why Ziyi fell here. It turned out that there was a puddle here. When she walked in, she was blocked by Mu Furong, so she didn't see the puddle.

And because a large piece of Mu Furong fell on her, blocking her figure, they didn't find her at first.

It wasn't until Pei Yuanchen ruined this piece of wooden hibiscus that her figure appeared.

A Yuan felt difficulty breathing. She picked up Ziyi's mobile phone and quickly followed Pei Yuanchen's footsteps.

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Pei Yuanchen held Ziyi tightly in his arms, as if holding a rare treasure.

His footsteps were fast, but steady, and he seemed afraid of the woman in his arms.