"Silly girl, Xingchen has left, why are you doing this?" Su Shan gently stretched out her right hand, stroking Murong Rong's haggard face, and a voice of heartache came from her mouth.

Why doesn’t her heart hurt? Doesn’t she also want all this to be a dream, but how can a person’s heart stop beating for so many hours?

Haven't you seen the two African refugees who were invited from somewhere and were sweating profusely? They must have been forced to be summoned by Chen Xiaolong, right?

"No... Sister Su, it's not like that. Xingchen is really not dead. His body is still warm. I can even feel the warmth of him holding me..." Murong Rong broke free from Susan's palm as if she had taken some stimulant and explained excitedly.

"Yes, Sister Su, Xingchen is really not dead. His body is still warm. If you don't believe me, go and touch it!" Chen Xiaolong, Luo Yin and others also spoke at the same time.

Susan sighed slightly in her heart, but she still came to Ye Xingchen and slowly stretched out her right hand and touched the face that often appeared in her dreams. Her movements were very soft, light and thin, as if she was afraid of waking him up in the dream.

Her pale face had a faint warmth, which was the real warmth, not an illusion, nor was it an illusion. Susan also showed a hint of surprise on her face, and she stretched out her left hand, but the result was the same, and she stroked his chest, his wrists, and all the places were so warm, just as if he was hugging herself.

Really, all this is true, did he really not die?

"Not only that, Sister Su, Xingchen's injuries were slowly healing. If you don't believe me, these are the wounds I suffered that day. Now I have stuttered, and the blades on his heart. The doctor found that it was also slowly healing through the perspective mirror!" Chen Xiaolong looked at Susan's somewhat dazed expression and spoke again.

Susan gently pulled open the sheet covering Ye Xingchen's body, and found that the wounds on his body were really healing, especially the edges of the wounds, which had already begun to stutter. Not to mention a dead person, even a living person could not have scarred so quickly. What's going on? Who can explain it?

No one could explain. Susan looked at Ye Xingchen blankly, and her head fell into a brief pause. Finally, she reached into Ye Xingchen's breath with her hand, without any joy, and touched his heart again, without any movement, this...

"Can you let me be alone with him for a while?" Susan didn't know how to answer such doubts. She seemed to feel Ye Xingchen's existence, and felt that he was by her side, quietly watching herself and waiting for others. This is an intuition, a unique intuition belonging to a woman.

"Well..." Everyone, including Murong Rong, nodded at the same time. In their hearts, Susan has an extremely important position, not only their class teacher, but also their closest sister.

The two African refugees were almost kicked out by Chen Xiaolong, and they didn't know what to say. Until all these sounds disappeared, Susan slowly sat next to Ye Xingchen's bed, gently held Ye Xingchen's palm, and said very gently: "Xingchen, I know that you are here, you will definitely be able to hear me talking? Right?" Susan paused when she said this, staring at Ye Xingchen's lips tightly. She hoped that he could move.

"I'm really here, I can hear you talking. Sister, I want to hug you very much, but I really don't know how to tell you this now!" Looking at Susan's equally haggard face, Ye Xingchen cried out again. In the past two days, he had tried many methods, but there was still no progress, and he was still the same as he was at the beginning.

Susan looked at Ye Xingchen who was still motionless, with no disappointment in her eyes, and her red lips moved slightly: "Xingchen, do you know? Over the past few days, my sister misses you so much. I really want to go back to you, cook for you, sew clothes for you, and do all the trivial things for you. As long as you can live happily, my sister will be very happy and happy!"

"Sister, I miss you too, and I'm very happy!" Ye Xingchen sighed silently.

"Haha, you must have heard my words, right? Actually, I have another very important thing I haven't told you? You are going to be a father..."

"Boom..." Ye Xingchen only felt a lightning bolt falling from the sky and hitting hard on his head. He actually wanted to be a father? He actually wanted to be a father? Looking at Susan's slightly raised belly, she couldn't help but think of the ** that time. There seemed to be no safety measures? Is she really so powerful? She hits the blow? Oh my God, I'm going to be a father. Damn, wake up quickly, I'm going to be a father, I want to touch my child! Ye Xingchen screamed wildly, tearing, struggling hard, constantly trying to integrate into his body, constantly rushing...

"Haha, you must be very happy, right? Actually, you are also a child sometimes. I really don't know if there will be any changes after you become a father. Do you want to touch our child? He is very obedient? He is not as naughty as you?" Susan's face appeared with a charming smile, and she pulled Ye Xingchen's hand to her lower abdomen and put it into her clothes.

Suddenly, vaguely, Ye Xingchen felt Susan's body temperature, her smooth and delicate skin, and a weak life was nurturing in her body. He even felt a strange energy slowly integrating into his body through the little life. It was a feeling of blood connection. For a moment, Ye Xingchen was so moved that he was about to cry. He was really going to be a father.

"Xingchen, do you feel it? Is he very well-behaved? Actually, I have already thought of a name for him. I hope he can be a casual man in the future, so I call him Ye Xiao. Does this name sound good?" Susan smiled sweetly, smiling beautifully...

Ye Xiao, Ye Xiao, Ye Xiao!

"Boom..." A loud bang, a real thunder fell down. A lightning flashed across the clear sky, which made the entire Jinghai City frightened. Ye Xingchen felt a severe pain coming from his soul, as if a huge memory was about to explode, but it seemed that it was tightly wrapped by something.
Chapter completed!