At three or four o'clock in the morning, the sky was still dark, and the world was sleeping, quiet and silent, seemingly still in the distance.

Jiang Yuyan left the hospital alone and drove the silver-white sports car to run several laps on the mountain road on such a snowy day. The speed reached the highest, which was completely desperate. He rushed past the chilly mountain road like lightning.

From dawn to darkness,

A whole day.

The car window is open,

The cold wind roared in with heavy snow, and fell on the handsome and lone-sagitted face of the young man in a cold and ruthless manner, making his eyes faintly fascinated, and his eyes hurt.

However, Jiang Yuyan had no intention of closing the window or reducing the speed of the car. Instead, he drove faster and faster. Finally, he rushed down from the mountain road and rushed towards the hospital in a flash.

In the late night, on that empty street, only street lights on both sides cast a faint light on the ground.

The heavy snow fell for a whole day, and the endless wind did not mean to stop at all.

There is no moon at night.

There is no light today.

It seemed like it was falling into endless darkness around it, and the sports car passed through the night and became the only burning color.

The boy faces the wind,

Picturesque eyes,

The deep eyes are as dangerous as the abyss.

There is a free smile by the lips.

Take advantage of the young and romantic.

Jiang Yuyan's ears were whistling by the wind, and the sound of breaking through the air was rushing. He looked straight ahead, and his eyes reflected the vast sky, as if there were mountains and rivers wide.

This day,

Thinking a lot.

Scenes of life flashed through broken and pieced together into a whole life.

Until this moment,

Jiang Yuyan was not afraid and calm.

Come and greet,

His death and rebirth.

That girl...

It's his life.

The car is driving faster and faster, without any bottom line or restraint, the sports car gradually deviates from its original track, and everything is moving towards a direction that can never be saved.

"Bang--!!"

The violent impact sounded through the deep night, cutting through the darkness, and was the most thrilling sound of death.

The sports car directly hit the street next to it, and even flew around in the air for a while, then suddenly fell to the ground, rolling twice again!

It was just something that happened in a few moments, but it made people feel frightened and frightened when they recalled it.

What does it feel like to be on the verge of death?

It doesn't matter.

The blood winds down like a gorgeous rose, intertwining with the boy's fair skin, a different sense of seduction.

My body was chilling and even breathing became difficult.

Suffocation strikes.

In front of me is the overlapping world that is constantly shaking, everything becomes blurred, as if it is constantly moving away.

The world is in silence and no sound can be heard.

I heard that the price of fireworks blooming is torn to pieces, but I have no regrets about the blooming moment.

And he would rather never be doomed, than use his blood to water the soon-to-be withered roses and dye them into the most beautiful appearance.

Half dusk and half awake,

Jiang Yuyan could smell the smell of disinfectant belonging to the hospital.

It lingers between the nose and lingers with the smell of blood.

The nurse passed by his eyes, and the lights on the hospital corridor thorned their eyes and hurt.

The boy lay weakly on the stretcher, his face was too pale and covered in blood. He could not tell what was good. His slender and distinct fingers fell on his side, and he was stained with sticky and bloody blood. Blood beads dripping downwards, which looked shocking.

"Time..." Jiang Yuyan's thin lips opened gently, and blood was lingering between his lips and teeth. He was as breathless as a spring, and he spit out a vague syllable slightly and hard.

The nurse vaguely heard the boy talking, but did not hear it clearly. She bent down and asked anxiously and worriedly: "What did you say?"

Jiang Yuyan gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood from his throat, and he dripped out of his throat word by word: "Shi...Qing Ci."

When the nurse heard the name, she didn't react for a moment. After hearing it clearly, she hurriedly asked someone to go to see Dr. Shi.

That was the last time Shi Qingci saw Jiang Yuyan in this life.

I can't tell what kind of mood I was at that moment.

Unexpected but expected.

But it is undeniable that

Such a bloody picture hit her eyes, leaving an indelible and unforgettable mark.

In fact, I had already guessed the truth before this, and I had a premonition in the dark.

But when things really continue this trajectory to develop, they will still cause storms in the originally calm and calm world.

The wind and snow became more intense late at night, and the cold wind was howling, and there was no temperature in the hospital, as if it was cold to the core.

"Put my heart..." Jiang Yuyan saw Shi Qingci. He forced himself to keep his bloody and broken pain and heavy consciousness, forcing himself to stay awake, and said this sentence in a complete and complete manner. Every word seemed to pass through the blade: "Give it to her."

Shi Qingci lowered his eyes and looked at the young man who had always been free and unrestrained now, his fingers tightened very hard, and he felt a terrifying coldness, and he clenched the heart donation book that had been prepared long ago.

He said yes very cold and sensiblely, then took out the pen on the pocket of the white coat and handed it to Jiang Yuyan, and quickly turned the donated book to that page. His voice was low and cold, and he was cold and indifferent: "Can you sign now?"

The lights of the hospital were crushed and fell into the boy's eyes. His eyes were shaking left and right, and his eyes were already a little dissipated. Jiang Yuyan tried his best to pick up the pen, and his fingertips were still trembling uncontrollably because of his power. He was as cold as falling into the abyss, so cold that his whole body was falling into the abyss, but he still wrote his name on the donation book with his last thoughts.

“Tick…”

A drop of blood fell on the donation book, like a rose of death winding in bloom.

——Jiang Yuyan.

Such a name that looks bloody on black and white,

The words that describe the obsession and affection of life are truly written at the cost of life.

At the moment when the pen was finished, Jiang Yuyan felt relieved and no longer had any strength. Even his fingertips were soft. The blood-stained pen fell off from his hand and hit the ground. The boy's hand also fell silently to his side.

And in the last second before his consciousness dissipated, the last sentence he said in this world was all concerned about someone, and his soft whisper would break the world at any time, but it was unforgettable: "I must protect her safe and sound..."

The red, fragmented eyes closed and completely fell into a coma, life and death unknown.

January 24th at 21:19,

Jiang Yuyan died of a car accident and failed rescue.

And at the moment when his life is very little,

I signed a heart donation agreement in person.

Donate his heart to a girl named Ju Bai.

January 24th 20.

The unconscious girl was pushed into the operating room from the intensive care unit and began one of the most important heart transplants in her life.

The cold sound of the instrument sounded low, and there was no sound in the operating room except for the official dialogue.

Extremely quiet and quiet.

The young and young girls lay on different operating tables respectively. After walking through this period of life, they returned to two worlds.

——『I have never hated someone so much in my life.

——『Just... I wish that guy a long life, a little longer, and a hundred years of life.』

--"I like you."

——『I, Jiang Yuyan. The rest of my life will be the deadline. I will pursue you. Please give me some advice."

The scenes of the past, words vaguely echoed in front of you like yesterday, as if you were close to you, and you could touch it with your hand.

But it is an old time that cannot be returned to.

It creates a picture that will never fade and never fade in the deepest part of the heart.

A gentle life is only allowed to be one person.

It's his lover.

So sorry.

I can't pursue you for the rest of my life.

Not afraid,

From now on,

My heartbeat is with you.
Chapter completed!