"Don't worry about me." The boy woke up at some point and barely opened his obsidian-like eyes. His eyes were astonishingly bright. He stared at Shi Qingci. The lights in the operating room fell into Jiang Yuyan's eyes, but they could not warm the color of his pupils. His voice was hoarse and low, so light that it was broken at any time, but he was determined and stubborn that it was incredible. Only Shi Qingci could hear it: "Save her."

Just two words,

How much courage does it take to speak out?

"Don't worry." Shi Qingci looked at him with his eyes down, his eyes very light, as if the snow on the night of winter, his voice was nice, and his tone was extremely cold and bloody and indifferent: "I know better than you how to choose."

But Jiang Yuyan smiled.

The boy's thin lips, which were white due to excessive blood loss, gently pulled apart a curve, and he was sad.

This is the last conversation between Shi Qing Ci and Jiang Yuyan.

Thanks.

This sentence that Shi Qingci finally said silently.

No one will hear it.

later,

Jiang Yuyan is really dead.

Dead in Shi Qingci's hands.

One life continues the new life of another life.

After the operation, Shi Qingci stayed in front of the white spots for several days and nights without closing his eyes.

It is late at night when people are alone by the window, and everything is most likely to be lonely when it is quiet.

The crescent moon is like a hook, soft and weak, but always cold and indifferent, and is out of reach. It is cold and glorious in the world, and it looks very much like his sweetheart.

The world is independent and shining brightly.

There are so many charms in the world, and the colorful flowers bloom everywhere, and he only has her.

It is the only beautiful heart of the dark colors of the black and white world.

Until the girl opened her eyes, she looked like a long-sleeping elf.

Look at him.

At that moment,

Shi Qingci knew very clearly in his heart.

Everything will be no longer redeemable, and it may be the beginning of an endless disaster.

But he smiled slightly, a gentle and elegant smile, as if nothing had happened.

At that moment,

He lost her completely.

He personally pushed the ending to an irrescueable result, at any cost and by any means, just to keep a person alive.

From the moment this decision was made,

Shi Qing's words are clear,

I will know about the day and the day will be a little bit like that.

So after a year of silence, the day that arrived as scheduled.

Shi Qing's poems are not surprising.

The verdict of the death penalty,

The fate of three people.

It was a long-cherished wish.

And no matter what,

He never regrets it,

Not at all.

But his willful actions ruined her heart.

Later on...

Ranbai died normally.

On the same day,

Shi Qing Ci passed away.

He said,

She gave birth, and he accompanied her for giving birth.

She died, and he accompanied her to die.

Shi Qing Ci did it.

That day,

The sky was dark and the wind was bleak. The light gray sky seemed to flow with tears from the broken clouds, crying silently.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and all things in the world rotate.

Time engraves a long and profound thoughts, just like that season of apricot blossoms and spring rains that pass by the passing years. Life and death are all fate, leaving no trace, and no one knows it.

The slight light suddenly appeared in the sky, and the young man's eyebrows and eyes were as clear as picturesque, as if he was the first.

It is an unbreakable demeanor.

No one can see the abyss-like emotions in his eyes, and loneliness and loneliness intertwined the most pathological love.

Never give up in life.

The poems of the Qing Dynasty,

It is better than all beings in the world, including his life.

The heart is throbbing and carved with the eternal gods. Following the traces of the dusty years, I look for a graceful figure like jade in the rain in the deep years, as if it were gentle sword shadows in my heart, occupying the invincible.
Chapter completed!